HE'S USED TO GIRLS CRUMBLING.
Tears, trembling legs, desperate little begs while he spits filth and breaks them apart with every brutal thrust. But you?
You moan softly, laugh breathily, and throw his own dirty talk right back in his pretty face like itâs a game.
And maybe? It is.
Game on, pretty boy. You just met your match.
pairing: fuckboy!jungwon x reader !
warnings: strong language alcohol power imbalance toxic relationship one night stand porn with little plot
warnings (smut): jungwon's a dick he's exactly what men shouldn't be. Power imbalance degradation dirty talk humiliation manipulation mindfuck toxicness toxic masculinity unprotected sex (no!) semi-public sex risk of getting caught creampie choking doggy style no romance no feelings one night stand meandom!jungwon harddom!jungwon rough sex
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Yang Jungwon is the kind of fuckboy who makes a girl regret wanting him the second heâs done with her.
Heâs got that angelic face, soft doe eyes, pretty lips, dimples that appear when he smirks like he already knows heâs about to ruin you. But the moment the door closes and clothes hit the floor, the mask drops. Jungwon fucks like he hates you. Brutal, mean, and terrifyingly good at it.
He doesnât do slow or sweet. He pins you down with one hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, and pounds into you like heâs trying to break something inside. Deep, punishing strokes that make your eyes water and your voice crack. Heâll pull your hair, slap your ass, spit in your mouth, and call you the filthiest names while heâs buried balls-deep, laughing low and cruel when you sob his name like a prayer.
He always makes you cum, multiple times, actually, because he gets off on watching you fall apart for him. But the second he finishes (usually down your throat or painted across your face), the switch flips.
He pulls out, wipes himself off like youâre nothing, and tosses you your clothes.
âGet dressed.â
If you try to linger, if you even breathe the word âagainâ or âstay,â his expression goes ice-cold. Those pretty eyes turn dead.
âI told you before we started, this is it. One time. I donât do seconds. I donât date. I donât cuddle. I donât give a fuck about your feelings.â
And if you cry? If you beg or ask why heâs so cruel?
He just laughs, low and mocking, while he lights a cigarette or checks his phone.
âCrying already? Pathetic. You knew what this was. You spread your legs for me anyway. Now stop embarrassing yourself and get the fuck out. Donât ever text me again thinking Iâll wet my dick with the same pussy twice. Whatâs done is done.â
Heâs merciless. No soft aftercare. No fake promises. Just the brutal truth: you were a hole for the night, and now youâre disposable.
The girls always leave in tears, mascara running, thighs still shaking, heart shattered, because Jungwon doesnât just fuck your body. He fucks with your head too, making you feel like the most desired girl in the world for thirty minutes and then like absolute garbage the moment heâs finished.
And the worst part? He never feels bad about it. Not even a little. Because Yang Jungwon doesnât catch feelings.
He only catches new pussy.
And the moment Jungwon lays his eyes on you during Heeseungâs party? You know youâre in for something good tonight.Â
The bathroom door is barely locked, the bass from the party still thumping through the walls like a second heartbeat. Jungwon has you folded in half on the marble counter, your back pressed against the cold mirror, knees pushed all the way to your chest, ankles hooked over his shoulders. Your dress is bunched uselessly around your waist, panties ripped and dangling from one ankle.
Heâs pounding into you with brutal, deep strokes, hips snapping hard enough that the sound of skin slapping skin echoes louder than the music outside. His cock is thick, veiny, stretching you open with every punishing thrust, the head dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl.
Jungwonâs hand is wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. His pretty face is twisted into that signature smirk, sweat dripping from his dark hair onto your tits.
âFuck, youâre tight,â he growls, slamming in particularly hard, watching your pussy swallow every inch. âSuch a dirty little slut, letting me bend you like this in someone elseâs bathroom. Bet you let anyone who looks at you twice wreck this cunt, huh?â
He expects the usual, whimpering, begging, tears already forming because heâs being so mean, so rough.
But you only let out a soft, breathy âAhâfuckâŚâ when he angles his hips just right and grinds against your clit with every thrust. Your eyes stay half-lidded, lips parted, but thereâs no sobbing. No pleading.
Instead, when he calls you a slut again, you bite back with a sharp little laugh that turns into a moan.
âSlut? Says the guy who dragged a stranger into the bathroom because he couldnât keep his dick in his pants for thirty minutes,â you shoot back, voice surprisingly steady despite how deep heâs buried. Your walls flutter around him on purpose, clenching tight just to watch his smirk falter for half a second. âIf Iâm such a slut, whyâs your cock twitching like itâs never felt a pussy this good before?â
Jungwonâs eyes narrow. That wasnât the reaction he wanted. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in with vicious force, the counter creaking under you. His grip on your throat tightens as he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
âKeep talking shit and Iâll fuck that attitude right out of you,â he hisses, picking up the pace, brutally drilling into you so your body jolts with every thrust. âYouâre supposed to be crying by now, begging me not to stop like every other pathetic girl. What the fuck is wrong with you?â
Another sharp thrust. Another soft, sweet âAhhâŚâ from you when he hits that perfect angle again, nothing more.
You tilt your head back against the mirror, eyes locking with his, a teasing smirk of your own playing on your lips even as your pussy drips around his cock.
âWrong with me?â you gasp between thrusts, still sounding far too composed. âNothing. I just donât cry for boys who think being an asshole makes them special. Now shut up and fuck me properly if you can, Jungwon. Or are you all bite no bark?â
His jaw clenches. The pretty fuckboy who always makes girls break is suddenly the one thrown off. He doesnât like it.
And he definitely doesnât like how much his cock throbs harder at your sharp tongue.
Jungwon pulls out suddenly, flips you around like you weigh nothing, and bends you over the sink instead, face pressed to the mirror, ass up, back arched deep. He kicks your legs wider and drives back into you in one brutal thrust, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass hard enough to leave a mark.
âFine,â he snarls, voice low and dangerous as he starts railing you even harder from behind. âLetâs see how long that pretty mouth stays smart when Iâm done with you.â
Your only response is another soft, pleased âAhâŚâ as he hits even deeper, followed by a breathy, defiant little chuckle.
Game on, Yang Jungwon.Â
The slap of skin on skin is filthy and loud in the small bathroom, almost drowning out the muffled party music outside.
Jungwon has you bent over the sink now, one hand fisted tight in your hair, the other gripping your hip so hard his fingers are going to leave bruises. Heâs fucking you with vicious, deep strokes, fast, mean, relentless. Every time he bottoms out, the head of his cock bullies against that spot that makes your pussy flutter and drip.
Youâve been taking it like itâs nothing. Soft little âahâs and sharp comments. No tears. No begging. Until suddenly your walls clamp down hard around him.
A low, shaky moan slips from your lips as you cream all over his cock, warm, slick, pulsing, your pussy gushing and squeezing him in tight, rhythmic waves. The feeling is so fucking good it rips a guttural groan out of Jungwonâs throat before he can stop it.
âFuckâshitââ
He canât hold back. His hips stutter once, twice, then he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard inside you. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood your pussy in smooth, pulsing spurts, painting your walls white while your own orgasm milks every last drop out of him.
For a few seconds the only sounds are heavy breathing and the wet, obscene sound of his cock still twitching inside your cunt.
Then, just like always, the switch flips.
Jungwon pulls out in one quick motion, his cum already starting to leak down your thighs. He doesnât say a word. Doesnât look at you. Just turns, grabs his pants from the floor, and starts pulling them on like youâre already forgotten.
Heâs waiting for it. The usual pathetic whimpering.
The âmy legs donât workâŚâ Â
The teary âcan you help me get dressed?â Â
The last girl literally begged him to carry her out of the bathroom like some princess.
Heâs ready to laugh in your face and tell you to crawl if you have to. But you donât.
You straighten up slowly, legs steady, thighs glistening with his cum and your own mess. Without a single wobble you reach for your dress, pull it back down, and smooth it over your hips like nothing happened. You even bend over casually to fix your heels, ass still out, his cum dripping down your leg, and you donât even flinch.
Then you turn to the mirror, fix your hair with quick fingers, and wipe a smudge of lipstick from the corner of your mouth.
Jungwon freezes mid-zip, staring at you. Youâre walking perfectly fine. No shaking legs. No clinging to the counter for support. No teary eyes or whiny voice asking for help.
You just look⌠unbothered. Satisfied, even. Like he was just a decent workout and nothing more. His blood boils instantly.
The man who always leaves girls ruined and crying is suddenly the one whose jaw is tight, eyes dark with irritation.
He steps closer, voice low and sharp. ââŚThe fuck is this?â Â
He gestures at you, standing there steady on your own two feet, already looking put-together while his cum is still leaking out of you. âYouâre not even limping? Not gonna cry and beg me to carry your useless ass out of here like the last pathetic bitch?â
You glance at him through the mirror, one eyebrow raised, a small, amused smirk tugging at your lips.
âWhy would I?â you say lightly, voice still a little breathy but perfectly calm. âIt was a good fuck, Jungwon. Not life-changing. My legs work just fine.â
You turn to face him fully, adjusting the strap of your dress like youâre getting ready to walk back into the party.
âBesides⌠youâre the one who said âwhatâs done is done,â right? So Iâm done. Thanks for the dick.â You reach for the door handle.
Jungwonâs hand slams against the door before you can open it, trapping you there. His chest is almost pressed to your back, breath hot against your ear. He looks pissed. Actually pissed.
âYouâre really just gonna walk out like that?â His voice is dangerously quiet. âActing like I didnât just fuck you stupid and fill you up?â
You tilt your head slightly, still calm, still unfazed. âYeah. I am.â A soft chuckle leaves you. âWhat, did I bruise your precious ego because Iâm not on the floor crying for you? Poor baby.â
His grip on the door tightens, knuckles white. He hates how much he suddenly wants to bend you over again and fuck you until you canât walk straight for a week.
He really, really hates it. Your hand gently pushes his arm away from the door.
âMove. I have a party to get back to.â Jungwon doesnât move right away. His eyes are burning into you, something dark and new flickering behind that usual cold smirk.
For the first time in a long timeâŚÂ Yang Jungwon doesnât know what the fuck to do with a girl who just walked away from him like he was average. And itâs making him furious. You wink at him one last time as you push the door open, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek, mocking. Had it been anyone else, heâd have pushed them off of himself and wiped his face in disgust, but he didnât to you, he couldnât.
The campus rumors said the ice girls were more than just a cheer squadâthey were the hockey teamâs private tradition. Youâd always dismissed the gangbang myth as just locker room bravado until you make the team and find out itâs very, very real.
minors do not interact
pairing ââ hyung line x afab reader
word count ââ 12k
content tags/warnings ââ hockey team dynamic, ice girls are the cheerleaders of the hockey team, social hierarchy, college dorm life, physical overstimulation, non-consensual caretaking (aftercare), exhaustion, manipulative power dynamics, non-con/dub-con, choking/breath play (implied), rough handling, marking/bruising, objectification, slut shaming, loss of consciousness, secret society/fraternity like behavior, and heavy psychological tension. not a love story!
neneâs note ââ this ended up being longer than i had expected that why it took a minute before i posted it. shoutout to @sunishake for giving me the green light to finally finish editing it and post! as you know i loveeeee feedback! enjoyyyy <333 drop a đ if you loveeee zoya cause i do!
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unprotected sex, gangbang, squirting, fingering, oral (f&m receiving), marathon sex (kinda), creampie, double vaginal penetration, spitting, face/throat fucking, let me know if i missed any.
The September air was still thick with the residual heat of summer but the breeze cutting through the quad was already carrying the first sharp hint of the ice that would soon define your semester. Two weeks into freshman year and the campus already felt smaller than the brochures had promised. In all honesty you felt suffocated by the weight of a legacy neither you nor Zoya could escape.
Zoya walked beside you, constantly twisting her fingers in the strap of her bag. "I haven't slept in like three days," she admitted in a strained voice. "Tryouts are next week and I swear I can feel my heart in my throat every time I see a pair of skates."
"Zoya, breathe," you said. "You've been training for this since we were six. You're more prepared than anyone else in that rink. Stop stressing."
Your friendship with Zoya was a constant bond forged long before you understood what a legacy even meant. Your mothers had met in the very halls of this university, dressed in the same blue and white uniforms you were now expected to fill. You had spent your childhood in the back of dance studios and cold arena bleachers, two shadows following the footsteps of women who had once been part of the university's most celebrated icons.
"I don't know how you're so calm," she glanced at you. "If I don't make the cut, my mom might actually disown me. Your mom isn't exactly going to be thrilled if you aren't on that roster, either."
You shrugged, feeling like the weight of the expectation had just become a dull ache you'd simply learned to live with. "I'm sure she'll manage. Besides, it's just a team. There are more important things than whether or not we look good in sequins and skates."
"Easy for you to say," she muttered as you both found a stone table in the quad, sitting next to each other while the noise of the campus humming around you. "They only take five girls each year. Five."
"Because they have to maintain the twenty girl balance, Zoy," you countered, squinting against the sun. "Five seniors graduated so they need five new freshman and you can only try out in your first year. It's simple math, not a conspiracy. It's no biggie."
Zoya went quiet then, her expression shifting from nervous to something more focused. She leaned into your space and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that forced you to pay attention.
"Have you heard the gist lately? In the dorms?" she asked. "It's not just about who's the best skater anymore. Everyone is talking about the tradition. The real one."
You felt an internal groan. "That rumor? Again?"
"They say the hockey team picks one girl from the five new recruits," she said with her eyes wide and dead serious. "One girl who has to give it up at the tryouts welcome party. That it's a requirement. A gangbang for the guys who run the rink."
You rolled your eyes and let a sharp, dismissive sound escape your throat. "Zoya, please. That is the most tired, misogynistic urban legend on this campus. It's locker room bullshit meant to scare us or make the guys feel like they have more power than they actually do. It's just a rumor. Stop letting it get in your head."
"Like for fucks sake. Am I meant to be excited at the thought of a bunch of guys fucking me?"
But Zoya didn't back down, if anything she just leaned into closer, darting her eyes around as if the very trees were wired. "I'm serious! It's not just some ghost story, I'm telling you. My roommate's cousin's TA has a niece who was the girl they picked last year."
You stopped mid sip of your drink and lowered it to look at her with mocking disappointment. You let the silence hang for a beat too long just so she could sit with what she just said, then you started repeating her words back to her, dripping your voice with deliberate sarcasm.
"So...let me get this straight," you began ticking the points off on your fingers. "Your roommate's...cousin's...TA's...niece?" You asked her and watched her resolve start to crumble at the corners of her mouth as the absurdity of the so called source finally hit the air.
"When you put it like that, it soundsâ"
"It sounds like a game of telephone or Chinese whisper played by people who have spent way too much time inhaling zamboni fumes," you finished for her.
She let out a frustrated whine while reaching to grab your shoulders. "Shut up! You're so mean!" she laughed and started to shake you back and forth. Her grip was firm as she swung your body in rhythm with her protests. "Take me seriously! I'm trying to prepare us for potentially having to take dick!"
The physical drama of it was too much to resist, you really tried to keep your face stoic but the sight of Zoya looking so genuinely panicked over a fourth hand story about a TA's niece broke you. A bubble of laughter escaped and soon you were both giggling like the kids you used to be.
The week of tryouts had been a blur of synthetic light and the rhythmic scrape of steel on ice. For Zoya, it was a slow motion descent into madness, she was a whirlwind of nervous energy in the locker room, retying her laces until her fingertips were raw and changing her skates three separate times because she convinced herself the blades werenât right. You had watched her from the bench, already laced up and ready, trying to offer a calm anchor in her storm of superstition.
When your turn finally came, you didn't really overthink it. You moved through the routines you'd practiced since you were tall enough to reach the rink boards, you remembered all the crossovers, the synchronized lunges, the power pulls. It was muscle memory at this point or a birthright clicking into place. To you, it wasn't a performanceâit was more of another day at the office.
Now, a week later, the tension had migrated from the ice to the stifling atmosphere of Zoya's dorm room. You were sitting criss cross on her bed while your phones sat like two ticking time bombs on the mattress between you.
"I think I'm going to throw up," Zoya whispered, staring at the dark screens. "If I don't see an email in the next sixty seconds, I'm dropping out of college and moving to a farm."
"You hate dirt, Zoy. You'd last barely an hour," you muttered, trying to be calm even though your own pulse was beginning to thrum against your ribs.
Suddenly, both screens lit up simultaneously and two identical notifications from the university athletics department banner appeared.
Zoya shrieked, launching herself off the bed as if she'd been electrocuted. She paced the small rug with her hands over her mouth. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Okay. Okay, don't open it yet. We do this together."
You picked up your phone, your hands shaking but still steadier than hers and stood to meet her in the center of the room. "On three?"
"On three," she breathed as her finger hovered over the screen.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
The light of the screens reflected in your eyes as you both scanned the text.
"We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the 2026 Ice Girls roster..."
"WE GOT IN!" Zoya screamed, the words overlapping with your own as you read the confirmation out loud. She tackled you back onto the bed, you didn't even get through the second sentence before the room exploded. You hit the mattress with a thud as her weight pinned you down, her face buried in your shoulder as she vibrated with pure, unadulterated adrenaline.
"We did it! We actually did it!" she shrieked into your ear, her joy was infectious enough to finally break through your cool exterior and you couldn't help it. It was like the tension of the last week finally evaporated into a fit of breathless giggles. You lay there on the bed, tangled in limbs and phones, laughing up at the ceiling while Zoya squeezed the life out of you. And for that one moment, the weight of your mother's expectations and the dark whispers of campus rumors felt miles awayâeclipsed by the simple reality that you were officially in.
The calm excitement of the afternoon was short lived though, quickly replaced by hurricane Zoya in a state of social crisis. Your dorm room looked like a textile factory had exploded, there were clothes draped over your desk lamp and jeans strewn across your bed as she dove head first into your closet for the third time in twenty minutes. "The welcome party isn't just a party, Y/N," she muffled from behind a row of your hangers, her voice strained with the familiar, high pitched anxiety that always made you want to both hug her and laugh at her. "It's like a hierarchy. The hockey team is going to be there and the resident ice girls will be judging our every move. We can't just show up looking like we're headed to a late night study session in the library!"
You laid there on your bed, watching her with an amused tilt of your head. Zoya was always a perpetual mess of nerves, she was a beautiful disaster but you loved her to death for it. Her intensity was the only thing that could actually make you feel the weight of whatever was ahead.
"Have you actually seen the hockey team in person? Like up close?" she continued, finally surfacing with a grunt of frustration. "Theyâre not a human, theyâre like filtered ai images come to life. And don't even get me started on Heeseungâthe captain. If I have to stand next to him, I refuse to do it in a crewneck sweatshirt." She tossed one of your favorite oversized hoodies onto the floor with a look of annoyance. "Seriously? You have nothing sexy in here. It's all...functional."
"I was just going to go in what I have on now," you said, gesturing to your simple jeans and tee.
Zoya let out a gasp of such genuine horror you thought she'd actually been wounded. "No way, Y/N! You are not going to embarrass us! This is our debut!"
Before you could protest, she lunged for the overstuffed duffle bag she'd lugged over all the way from her own dorm and with a dramatic flourish, she hoisted it over both your heads and dumped the entire contents onto your bed. A mountain of lace, silk and leather tumbled out in a heap.
"Pick," she commanded, pointing at the pile with a manic twitch in her eye. "Pick right now or so help me God, I will pick for you and I promise you it will involve something tiny."
Giving in to the inevitable, you sighed and reached blindly into the middle of the mountain. Your fingers snagged onto the strap of a dress, so you pulled it outâa short, form fitting black dress with delicate straps and a neckline that was definitely lower than anything you owned.
Zoya's eyes went wide and her frantic energy instantly shifted into a predatory sort of pride. "Ooh...okay, okay! That one is hot," she purred, clapping her hands together. "The I don't care but I look incredible look. It's perfect. Go. Put it on. Eeek! I canât wait, Y/N!"
Youâre not surprised the party ends up being a far cry from the chaotic, floor shaking rages you'd been attending in the freshman dorms. This was something different, it was controlled and suffocatingly exclusive.
You let your eyes scan the room as you hoisted yourself up onto the kitchen island, slowly realizing the rumors about the inner circle weren't exaggerated. There were exactly twenty two hockey players and the twenty ice girls, including the five of you who had just been initiated. The air felt heavy with a specific kind of social politics you weren't sure you wanted to play. Zoya, however, was of course a natural and about twenty minutes ago, a guy with a sharp jawline and an observant gaze called Jungwon had detached himself from a group of upperclassmen and navigated the crowded living room with a focused sort of grace, landing right in front of Zoya.
"Was it a requirement for this yearâs ice girls to be extra gorgeous?" he'd asked her with a voice smooth enough to make Zoya's usual nervous energy vanish into a flattered blush. He looked into her cup before speaking again, "Want to help me find something that isn't cheap beer?"
Zoya had glanced back at you, her eyes wide with a silent 'Is this okay?' question. You'd given her a small, reassuring nod, the green light she needed to finally enjoy the night she'd spent weeks stressing over.
Now, you were alone sat on the island while the hem of Zoya's dress rode up slightly as you adjusted your seat. The fabric was sleek and undeniably hot, as she'd put it but it didn't stop you from feeling like an outsider looking in.
Through the pulse of the music and the low hum of athletic egos clashing, your mind drifted toward your dorm. You could almost feel the weight of your oversized weighted duvet and the silence of your room. You were halfway through the mental calculation of how long you had to stay before an early morning excuse became socially acceptable, when the stool next to your legs slid back and the scent of expensive cologne hit you before he even spoke.
"You look remarkably bored for someone who just clawed their way onto the most exclusive team on campus," his voice came, all deep and smooth, holding a hint of a challenge.
You looked up and met a pair of intense eyes. He was striking with sharp angles and cool composure. Normally, you might have given a dry retort about the music volume but you caught sight of Zoya across the room, laughing at something Jungwon said. You knew her mentals would never recover if you started your tenure by being rude to one of the hockey gods.
"Iâm just a bit tired," you said and forced your lips into a polite smile. "It's been a long week of skating."
He tilted his head and studied you a little as if he were reading a play. "Fair enough. I'm Jongseong but everyone just calls me Jay."
"Nice to meet you, Jay. Iâm Y/N" you replied. You were just about to settle into a rhythm of light banter when a second presence came crashing into your peripheral vision.
"And who is this cutie?"
The newcomer leaned against his palm with his elbow the marble counter, he was radiating a completely different energy from Jay, so warm and dangerously charming. He looked like the kind of guy that had never had a bad day in his life.
Jay didn't even glance at him, his dark eyes somehow stayed locked on yours and his voice dropped an octave as he answered for you. "Y/N," he said your name and made it sound like a claim and not like an introduction.
The new guy grinned, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Well, Y/N, I'm Jake. Huge congratulations on making the ice girls. Thatâs a big deal."
You offered an amused huff. "Thanks. Though I'm surprised you even know I'm new. I figured we all looked the same to you guys in those practice uniforms."
Jake let out a short laugh and shifted closer until he had his head nearly in your thighs. "Oh please," he murmured, letting his gaze travel over your face with a boldness that made the back of your neck heat up. "I would've spotted you months ago if you were already around. You're far too stunning to go unnoticed on this campus."
Before you could respond to Jake's blatant flirting, a third figure cut through the conversation. He didn't look at you, well at least not at first. He directed all his attention entirely to Jake. "Heeseung is looking for you," the newcomer said a little bit like a warning. "And he's already pissed. You were supposed let the delivery driver with the drinks in and now heâs goneâŚwith the extra drinks."
Jake didn't look remotely intimidated, if anything he actually looked bored as he rolled his eyes and let his hair tickle your arm. "Heeseung gets pissed at everyone, Sunghoon. It's his default setting by now."
The name Heeseung had been floating around the dorms like a title of nobility for weeks but the way they spoke it made him sound like a force to be reckoned with. "Who exactly is Heeseung?" you cut in, managing to keep your voice steady despite the triple threat of hot guys surrounding you. "And should I be staying clear of him?"
That was the moment the new guy finally acknowledged you. His gaze drifted down and landed on you with a clinical kind of interest that felt like you were being scrutinized.
"He's our captain," Jake answered quickly, with a playful smirk returning to his lips. "And whether you stay clear of him or not isn't really up to you anymore, is it? You're an ice girl now."
"This is Sunghoon," Jake added, gesturing vaguely to the cold eyed newcomer.
Sunghoon didn't smile at you but the intensity of his stare softened just a fraction. "So, how does it feel? Being one of the chosen five?"
You opened your mouth to give a diplomatic, it's great response but your gaze snagged on a movement across the room, where Zoya was stood still with Jungwon distracted by the person he was talking to over her head. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly agape at the sight of you sat at the center of a triangle of hot guys.
She caught your eye and mouthed, "What the fuck?!" her expression was a blend of genuine horror and curios thrill.
You caught her eye and gave a subtle, helpless shrug, you didn't have an answer for her, damnâyou didn't even have an answer for yourself. Ten minutes ago you were thinking about your bed and now, youâre the center of gravity for some sexy strangers.
Just as Jay was trying to pull you back into the conversation with a question about your major or something, a voice came from nowhere. "Jake. Come on, man. I told you to let the drinks guy in." The voice was low and authoritative, lacking any of the playful warmth the others had shown.
Heeseung didn't even look like a student in the best way possible, he looked like the architect of the entire room. His presence was heavy like a physical weight that made the banter from a moment ago feel suddenly juvenile. He didn't even acknowledge you, his eyes were fixed entirely on Jake with a look of tired discipline.
"He left and now weâre low on drinks," Heeseung added but Jake didn't miss a beat and instead of shrinking, he finally just placed his whole head in your lap as he flashed a boyish grin at his captain.
"Can you blame me, cap?" Jake countered, the tone was light but his eyes were dancing with a hint of challenge. "I was just doing my job. Making our newest recruit feel welcome. You wouldn't want the ice girls thinking we arenât hospitable, would you?" He spoke as if you were the ultimate get out of jail free card.
Heeseung's eyes finally shifted, they traveled slowly from your face down to where your hands were resting in Jake's hair, then finally up to your face again. His eyes weren't hungry like Jake's or intense like Jay's, they were just insanely observant, tracing your features quietly in a way that made your breath scatter.
He let out a long sigh and you could see the tension in his jaw flicker for just a second before he looked back at the three guys flanking you.
"Of course," He said. "I should have known. You three always did have a habit of gravitating toward the prettiest girl in the room."
He stepped closer and invaded the space the others had already carved out, letting his shadow fall over you. "The problem is," he said, shifting his eyes to lock onto yours with a finality that made the myth Zoya was going on about suddenly feel real, "they usually forget that the prettiest ones are the hardest to keep in line."
His eyes searched yours for a crack in your nonchalant exterior. "So," he murmured, "are you going to be a problem, doll? Hard to keep in line?"
The weight of the four of them was suffocating, it made you lose trust in your own voice, so you simply shook your head, a subtle movement that felt like signing a contract you hadn't even read.
A satisfied smirk pulled at Jay's lips so he let his shoulder brush yours. "In that case," he said, "we're moving to a more...private after party. Just us. You wanna come?"
He didn't phrase it like a question, to you it sounded like it was an invitation or a command. You hesitated and your mind flashed back to the quiet safety of your dorm but Jake was quick in sensing your retreat. He reached out and let his thumb graze the back of your hand where it rested on the marble now since he lifted his head from your lap.
"Come on," he coaxed with a honeyed voice. "The night's just getting started. You don't want to be the only recruit who tucked herself in just before the real fun began, do you?"
"I...I can't leave Zoya," you managed to glance over their tall frames toward the dance floor. "We came together. I canât just leave her alone."
Heeseung didn't even bother looking over his shoulder, as if he already knew exactly where everyone in the room was positioned. "Zoyaâs in safe hands, Jungwon is the sweetest. He'll look after her."
You followed his gaze to the center of the room where the lights caught Zoya, who clearly wasn't checking for you anymore. She had her back pressed firmly against Jungwon's chest, her head tilted back as his hands gripped her hips. She looked flushed and lost in the heat of the moment, completely oblivious to the fact that you were being cornered right now.
The rumors Zoya had whispered about at the stone table suddenly didn't feel so ridiculous anymore. Looking at her, then back at the four sets of eyes waiting for your answer, you realized you had to make a choice. But maybe it wasnât even like that, maybe they were just being really good wing men for Jay, who was the first to approach you. And if youâre being honest you didnât mind the either of flirting with him more in a more quiet location.
That line of reasoning was exactly how you ended up sat between Jay and Sunghoon in the backseat of a massive truck youâre suspecting Jake owns, seeing as heâs the one driving with Heeseung in the passenger seat.
The fabric of Sunghoon's expensive jacket brushed against your left arm while Jay's solid frame pressed into your right, leaving you with nowhere to lean but forward.
The blue light of your phone screen felt blinding in the darkness of the car as you quickly typed out a message to Zoya.
You: I left with Jay. Didn't want to interrupt you and Jungwon. Text me when you're back?
You watched the read receipt appear instantly, trying to ignore how you conveniently left out the fact that you left with all four boys. A second later, a heart reaction popped up over the bubble, the girl didnât even bother typing back, she was clearly occupied and it made you snort.
But before you could lock the screen, a large hand reached over and plucked the device from your fingers. Jay didn't even look at the screen as he pocketed it in his jacket with his gaze fixed on the side of your face. "Relax," he told you. "I promise you, Jungwon is a real gentleman. He'll make sure she gets back safe."
"He's right," Sunghoon added from your other side but when you looked at him, he was staring out the tinted window at the passing streetlights. "Jungwon is the best of us. No need to worry."
Jake caught your eye in the rearview mirror and flashed you his perfect white teeth, the engine roaring as he accelerated down the road.
The drive felt like it was happening in a different dimension, the hum of the engine was drowning out by the predatory focus of the men surrounding you.
Jay shifted his weight so his large frame crowded into your personal space until you were pinned against the leather seat and Sunghoon's solid side. "You have no idea how much I've been thinking about this since you walked into that kitchen," he said, "You're so fucking gorgeous, it's insane."
He moved closer, letting his nose brush yours and you could feel his warm breath on your lips. "I'm going to kiss you now. Is that okay?"
Your words had abandoned you, the sheer fervor of his gaze made you dizzy and all you could do was nod. He didn't wait to be told twice, crashing his lips onto yours in a kiss so hungry and demanding, it made a tiny whimper escape your throat, muffled by his lips as his tongue traced yours.
From the front, Heeseung's amused voice cut through the haze, he glanced back over his shoulder at the sight of Jay nearly on top of you, pushing you further into Sunghoon. "Control yourself, Jongseong," he said with no real bite to his words. "You're always so impatient. We aren't even off the main road yet."
Jay definitely wasnât listening, deepening the kiss instead and letting his hand grip your waist. Thatâs when you felt a sharp spark of electricity as a different hand began a slow trail up the hem of your dress, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thigh.
Your head snapped to the left with wide eyes to meet Sunghoon's gaze, who wasn't looking out the window anymore, whose lips were now pulled into a pout. "And what about me?" he whispered, "Where's my kiss, Y/N?"
Caught between the two of them, you leaned over and pressed your lips to Sunghoon's in a softer kiss. The moment you did, Jay groaned into your ear and grabbed your waist to hoist your leg over his lap, forcing your legs apart in the cramped space and making your dress ride up dangerously high.
Jay's fingers danced along your inner thigh, inching upward until they hooked under the delicate edge of your lace panties. The sensation sent a jolt through you and as Sunghoon began to trail wet kisses down the column of your neck, your breath hitched in a jagged sob.
You were sure you would faint if they both kept going but the vehicle came to a halt and Jake's voice drifted back from the driver's seat, "We're hereeee."
Trying to get out the truck, your legs felt like water when your heels hit the gravel of the driveway, making you stumble.
"Woah, easy there," Sunghoon caught you and before you could find your balance, he moved with the strength of an athlete. In one swift motion, he hooked an arm around your waist and hoisted you upward, flipping you over his shoulder like you weighed less than a hockey stick.
That forced a whimper out of your lips and your hair cascaded toward the pavement while the hem of Zoya's dress rode up even further. Blood quickly rushed to your head, mixing with the lingering dizzy spell Jay had started in the backseat.
SMACK.
The sharp sound of his palm connecting with your rear echoed in the quiet night. "Shh," he shushed you with his hand lingering for a possessive second on the curve of your hip. You could hear the others following behind him as he carried you into the house. Jake let out a low laugh from somewhere behind you. "Careful with the cargo, Hoon," he teased but there was no real concern in his voice.
"She's fine," Jay countered, speaking for you and reaching up to trace a slow line down your exposed calf.
Heeseung led the way and punched a code into a glowing keypad of the door, the mechanical click of the lock sounding like a gavel hitting a sounding block. He stepped inside and held the door open, his eyes tracked your inverted form on Sunghoonâs shoulder.
"Try not to make too much noise, doll. The neighbors think we're such studious boys."
Sunghoon dropped you carefully, setting you down on the couch and the first thing you registered was the interior of the house, it was even more imposing than the truckâall dark leather and the kind of minimalist luxury that felt cold until the four of them surrounded the couch where you sat. They stood in a semi circle, before Heeseung stepped forward with an expression so unreadable, it stripped away the playful banter of the car ride.
"Before we go any further, let's be clear," he started, speaking in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "We're going to fuck you. All of us. If you don't want that, if you've changed your mind, say it now. We won't be mad and we won't make it weird. Jake will drive you back to your dorm and we'll go back to being normal hockey players and ice girl on Monday. No questions asked."
The rumors weren't just true, they were standing right in front of you, tall and extremely expectant.
But as you looked up at them you didn't feel fear Zoya had spoken of this very moment with. The adrenaline from the car ride was still singing in your veins, drowning out any hesitation.
Without a word, you reached up, hooking your fingers under the thin spaghetti straps of the dress. You watched their eyes track the movement as you slowly slid the fabric down, letting it pool around your waist until your breasts were fully exposed in the dim light of the apartment.
"Fuck yeah," Jake breathed, already reaching for the buckle of his belt. "I told you she was the right choice," he muttered.
Heeseung didn't have an outward reaction but the corner of his mouth ticked upward in a smirkâthe first sign of genuine approval you'd seen from him all night. "Good girl," he said but now his voice carried a heavy sexual weight.
It was as if they had been waiting all night to tear into you, Jake didn't wait for a second invitation, he dropped to his knees by your legs before burying his face against your chest. "Fuck, I love tits," he groaned, the sound muffled against your skin before his mouth latched onto one nipple. He sucked with a greedy pace that sent a lightning bolt of heat straight to your core, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak until you were arching your back off the leather cushions.
Above you, Jay was already crowding back into your space, ready to continue what he started in the car. He gripped your jaw and tilted your head back for a bruising make out that had you gasping for air, his hands found your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
While Jake and Jay claimed your upper body, Sunghoon moved with a surgical focus. He didn't say a word as he reached down, hooking his fingers into the lace of your panties and tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion. He tossed the scrap of fabric onto the expensive floor without a second glance.
He looked at your pussy with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Look at that," his voice barely cut through the sounds of Jake's wet suction and Jay's heavy breathing. He reached out with two fingers to graze your folds, coming away coated in your evidence. He held them up to the dim light, showing you how much you were already leaking. "You're absolutely soaking. Such a little slut for the team, aren't you, baby girl?"
The words hit you in a way that made your toes curl and sent a whine into Jay's hungry mouth, your hips instinctively rolled upward toward Sunghoon's hand or face, desperate for the friction you knew was coming.
From the edge of the couch, Heeseung watched with a calm satisfaction, his arms crossed over his chest, taking in the sight of his teammates dismantling the newest ice girl.
"She's perfect," Heeseung noted. "Jay, move."
You were pinned to the plush leather of the sofa like a living sacrifice to the tradition you had only joked about five hours ago.
Heeseung leaned over you, letting his large hand cup the side of your face so he could claim your mouth. His kiss was deep, slower than Jayâs and tasted of dark intentions. But the moment his tongue met yours, you felt like you could fall in love with him, that thought was quickly pushed out of your head when a pair of hot, wet lips latched directly onto your clit with a suction so precise it felt like a machine.
"Ahâ!" Your back arched violently off the cushions as you broke away from Heeseung's mouth, only to look down and find Jay's dark hair between your thighs. He didn't look up, his hands gripped your hips with bruising force to keep you still while his tongue worked with in rhythmic motions. He was fucking your pussy with his mouth, swirling his tongue and flicking it against the most sensitive parts of your cunt until you were sobbing into the quiet of the room. "SâSlow down!"
You tried to tug at the roots of his hair to ground yourself but there was no use. On either side of your chest, Jake was still relentlessly toying with your breasts, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other and grazing his teeth on the swollen peaks until they were raw and sensitive.
Heeseung didn't let you stay away for long, his hand shifted from your cheek again before sliding down until his fingers curled firmly around your throat. It wasn't enough to choke you, just a steady, pressure that forced your chin up and pinned you in place while he leaned back in to reclaim your lips.
"Stay still for me, mama."
With a hand on your neck, Jake's mouth on your chest and Jay's tongue devouring your cunt, you felt like you were being pulled apart. You became a mess of whimpers and little breaths while your body twitched with every flick of Jay's tongue as the four of them began the process of breaking you in.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look down at you, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip, which was now swollen from his kisses.
"Do you know how to suck a dick, doll face?" he asked, to which you could only nod with your eyes wide and glazed over from arousal.
He took hold of your jaw with a firm grip, maneuvering your head like a piece of equipment he was testing for the first time. You were forced to turn away from the wet sounds Jay was still making between your thighs and suddenly you were face to face with Sunghoonâs cock. He stood right at the edge of the sofa with his jeans already pulled down. His cock was thick and pulsing with a life of its own, there was a perfect bead of precum trembling at the crown. It looked lethal in that light, it looked way too big and ready, completely unapologetic.
"Open up."
Your mouth fell open in a silent invitation that he accepted instantly as he guided his length past your lips. The salt heavy taste of him flooded your mouth and you found yourself choking out a muffled whimper when he slid in deep, bottoming out against the back of your throat on the very first thrust.
He wasn't gentle, he lacked the patience Jake liked to pretend he had, he reaching down, he tangled his fingers into your hair at the roots to steady you or perhaps just to keep you from pulling away then began to fuck your face with a bruising rhythm.
It was complete sensory static, you had Sunghoon's weight invading your throat, Jay's tongue still ruthlessly fucking your pussy below and the heavy pressure of Heeseung's hand on the back of your neck. Every time Sunghoon thrust, his hips bumped against your nose and the scent of him suffocates you in the best possible way.
You were drowning in them, drowning in the friction of the leather sofa against your back and the dual assault on your body, you could barely find the air to breathe. It made you reach out and dig your fingers into Sunghoon's quads for some kind of leverage, you felt the rock hard muscle jump under your touch as you doubled down on the suction.
"God, look at her," Jake's voice drifted from somewhere above your chest. "She's taking him so well. Such a pretty thing."
Sunghoon wasnât offering any ounce of mercy, his movement turned into something frenzied as he crowded into your space. He used your hair as a tether, pulling your head back to meet every punishing lunge, the friction of his length against your tongue and throat becoming a choking heat. You were swamped in the taste of him, making your eyes water cause his hips snapped forward with a certainty that left you with no room to breathe.
Determined to wrestle back some semblance of control, you reached up and clamped your hand around the very base of his cock, letting thumb press firmly into the heavy vein on the side, you tried to anchor him in place, circling your tongue around the head with laser focus. You started to suck and choke on him in a pace that had his knees buckling against the edge of the cushions.
The controlled grunts he had been making finally fractured. "Fuck," he gasped, something genuine and high pitched ripping from his throat as his head snapped back. The cold look heâd been attempting to wear all night was completely replaced by a wrecked expression that bordered on pain. He leaned his full weight into you, bracing one hand against the wall behind the couch, his fingertips raked against your scalp cause he was losing the battle to stay composed.
He looked down at the others, his voice a jagged rasp that ripped through the wet sounds of Jay still eating your pussy so messily and the squelching of his own cock fucking your mouth. "Heeseung...oh fuck my life, she's actually sâso fucking good at this."
Jakeâs chuckle was appreciative from where he was still occupied with your chest, his thumb flicking your nipple with a punishing pinch that made you jump. "I told you. She's got that quiet desperate energy. They're always the nastiest."
Jay hadnât even come up for air from the slick mess between your thighs, his tongue was still hitting your clit with sharp flicks that made your hips buck weakly into his mouth.
Heeseung's hand was tracing the frantic pulse in your throat, he watched the way your cheeks hollowed out when you doubled down on Sunghoon, his expression shifting from calculated observation to something much hungrier.
"Damn," "What a sight."
You fought for every bit of air while stilling working your throat around Sunghoon with a needy drive that you were determined to maintain until he finally came. You wanted that win, you wanted the feeling of him losing his composure completely as he spilled into your mouth but the sensation coming from Jay was starting to break your focus.
Two thick fingers suddenly shoved their way past your entrance and stretched you wide with an abrupt force that made your eyes roll back instantly. At the same moment, a hot mouth seized your clit again, sucking with an intent pressure that had you wanting to shriek.
The rush was too much, it was a violent collision of pleasure that had you trembling on the couch. You tried to pull back, shaking your head as you attempted to dislodge Sunghoon just to let out the scream building in your lungs. But Sunghoon wasn't having it, he forced you back down until you were buried to the hilt once more, snapping his hips forward with an unchecked urgency.
"Come on, baby girl...I'm so fucking close. Take this cock for me. Youâre a good girl, right?"
You tried to obey, hollowing your cheeks so you could double down on the suction but the fingers inside you were merciless. They pushed deeper, reaching past depths you didn't know you had and hooking upward to find that one receptive spot to stay there, pulsing against it until your entire body went rigid.
The dam within you didn't just break, it completely shattered, leading to a hot wave of fluid erupting from you, soaking the hand buried inside you and splashing against the expensive cushions. You were squirting around those fingers in quivering jets, your gummy muscles clenched in an uncoordinated pulses that you couldn't stop if you tried. Every muffled whimper and sob was swallowed whole by Sunghoon's length, leaving you to shake helplessly as you were essentially being consumed from both ends.
"No way," Jake's excitement reached your ears through the haze, he stopped his assault on your breasts just to stare down at the slick mess soaking into the dark leather. "Holy shit, she's a squirter. Hee, did you see that?"
Jay let out an elated sound while his fingers were still buried deep to catch every last twitch of your orgasm. "I see it," he muttered. "I feel it. Youâre ruining the couch, angel."
Even through their words and the force of your organs that had you shaking, Sunghoonâs hips were unstoppable. It was like he had lost his grip on reality and you could tell he was on the edge of his own climax.
His hand tightened in your hair with a pushing force as a string of broken curses tore from his throat. "Holy fucking shitâFuckkk baby girl." "ShâShit! Youâre gonna make me cum."
It was as if it was too much for him but he didnât pull back, he pushed further into to your mouth, the phallic head of his cock assaulting your throat.
His hot spurts of cum shot down, making you gag and the cum overflow but he wasn't done, he somehow managed to keep thrusting, trying to fuck every last drop back into you with so much heat that your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
"Easy, Hoon. You're going to choke her," Heeseung's voice broke through the fog, still calm but carrying that undeniable authority. He reached forward, wrapping a hand around Sunghoon's shoulder and physically hauling him back.
The moment the pressure vanished and you heard the squelch of his cock pulling out from your mouth, you collapsed forward on the sofa. You couldn't seem to catch your breath, the air was whistling in your lungs as you coughed uncontrollably. Strings of white, pearly cum trailed from the corners of your mouth, dripped down your chin and carved wet paths through the sweat on your neck.
Jay moved over to catch your jaw, he started to pull at the hem of his shirt and made an effort to wipe the mess from your face but it was a lost causeâyou were completely ruined. He looked down at you, his thumb tracing the swollen line of your lower lip and his eyes went soft for a minute. "You okay? We can stop if you've had enough. You're shaking like crazy."
The room went still for a heartbeat and all four sets of eyes tracked the way your chest heaved. You swallowed hard, still tasting Sunghoon heavy on your tongue and looked up through your lashes. A defiant smile making its way to your lips, even though a stray tear from overstimulation rolled down your cheek.
"No," your voice was barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. "You haven't even fucked me yet. Isn't that what you promised?"
A charged silence followed your words before Jake let out a sharp laugh that sounded more like a bark. "Jesus Christ," "She's a total fucking freak. I love it."
Before you could even think to retort, Heeseung's hands were on your hips hauling you up and flipping you over, forcing you onto all fours in the center of the sofa. Your knees sank into the plush leather and your head hung low, making your hair shield your face as you felt the cold air of the room hit your exposed pussy.
Heeseung seemed to love keeping you suspended in that agonizingly sharp moment of anticipation, your breath wouldnât stop hitching as your patience dwindled, you felt the blunt head of his cock begin to drag along your wet folds. He was taking his time, coating himself in the mess Jay had left behind, teasing the entrance until you were mindlessly rolling your hips back to find him.
"DâDonât tease!" You shrieked at him, so desperate to be filled, he finally pushed in slowly, it was so intrusive that you felt like you were being split wide from the inside out. His size was unforgiving and every millimeter he gained seemed to stretch your walls to their absolute limit. You were starting to tremble, your elbows buckling as you tried to stay upright and in a moment of total overstimulation, you twisted your neck to look back at him.
That was a mistake.
The second your eyes met his dark, blown out ones, completely hollow of any pity, his face hardened and he reached forward, large hand wrapping firmly around the front of your throat, not to choke you but to force your head up and arch your spine, causing a violent surge of his hips that buried his cock all the way inside your pussy.
"FUCK!" You screamed straight from your lungs, the impact was so sudden it knocked the air out of you, leaving you gasping as your walls squeezed down around him in a reflexive grip.
"Nnghâfuck," he grunted, dropping his forehead to the space between your shoulder blades at the feeling of you clenching. His fingers tightened slightly on your neck to hold you steady against the force of his own intrusion. "You're so fucking tight. Doll, are you sure youâve been fucked before?"
Regardless of his pussy drunk concern, he didnât give you a second to adjust, picking a speed that had him bottoming out with every single thrust, making the world blur into a cloud of white light and the steady slap of skin meeting skin.
You found a way to open your eyes and were immediately met with Jay standing just inches from your face with his hardened dick in his hand, stroking at the view in front of him. The sight of him with completely unfiltered hunger in his eyes made you reach out to try to grab him yourself but your fingers grazed his thigh instead.
"Yeah? You want this too, angel?"
You couldn't even find your voice, you could only bob your head in a nod while Heeseung's hips collided with your ass.
"Say please," Jay commanded.
"Ahânhh, please..." you whined, the sound breaking into a jagged sob as Heeseung bottomed out again. "Please, Jay...please fuck my mouth."
He kneeled on the couch on the space between your hands, the heat of him hit your face before he tapped the heaviness of his length on your outstretched tongue. You were a complete mess, your hands clinging his thighs for balance while your body was tossed back and forth between the two of them.
Heeseung shifted his angle and suddenly he wasn't just pounding into you anymore, he began to grind into that spot that had your toes curling into the leather. It wasn't the raw friction Sunghoon had used to fuck your faceâit was a slow and deliciously exact pressure that made you pull off Jayâs cock for a second.
"Oh my God! Right there! FuâAh!" A broken string of moans escaping you, you looked up at Jay with your eyes glazed and watering. "Jayyy, Heeseung...Heeseungâs fucking me so good...Itâs so good, Jay!"
Jay watched your face contort with the pleasure Heeseung was providing. "Yeah?" Jay rasped with an instant competitive heat and pushed his way back into your mouth, forcing you to take him deep but not as deep as Sunghoon. "You like that? You like how he's stretching out your little pussy?"
Just as you were starting to manage the dual invasion of Jay and Heeseung, a new spark ignited at your core. Someone had reached beneath you, finding your clit with his fingers and rubbing down until he heard you moan.
"WâWait! Too much!"
The scream was raw and echoed off the high ceilings as you realized Jake was the source of the new pleasure. A new pleasure so overwhelming it turned you into a delirious mess of babbles.
"Thank youâfuckâthank you so much!" You cried, your head thrashing against the sofa cushions, completely abandoning Jayâs dick. "Itâs so big...my pussy! Oh my God! Heeseung, it feels so good!"
You dug your fingers into the leather and began to throw your ass back with an erratic force, you were weaponizing your own body, slamming back against him so hard that he let out a choked off grunt, his hands scrambled to find purchase on your waist cause you had completely hijacked his rhythm. He was losing his control, it made his breath come out in ragged, stuttering hitches as you ground your pussy on his fic harder and harder.
"Waitâoh shitâdoll, slow down," Heeseung managed to say but his voice a mess. He was trembling and muscles were all corded and tight with how hard he was struggled to keep up with your manic pace. "I'm gonna...fuck...can I cum? Can I cum inside you, doll?"
"Yes! Yes!" you keened. "Give it to me, Heeseungâfill me up, please, please just do it! Please give me your cum!"
Maybe Jake was starting to feel felt out or neglected, maybe thatâs why his eyes got this strange kind of glee in them when he delivered three stinging slaps directly to your swollen clit.
The impact was the final straw and you knew you didnât stand a chance, your vision went dark at the corners and for the second time in less than an hour a wave of fluid erupted from your pussy, soaking Heeseung's thighs and the sofa in a hot jolt. At that exact moment, Heeseung lost the battle, letting out a guttural roar and having his fingers bruise your hips when he surged forward one last time and pinned you down, dumping his entire load deep inside your overstimulated cunt.
The expensive fabric of Zoya's dress was now a lost cause, it was a ruined topographical map of cum streaks and the translucent evidence of your own multiple orgasms. You were slumped against the leather with your skin hot when Jake leaned into your space. He looked down at you with a fake pout, his bottom lip tucked out in a way that would have been endearing if his eyes weren't so eager.
"You look absolutely undone," Jake said softly, a little playfully too while he traced a smudge of Sunghoon's cum on your cheek. "Are we done? Because you haven't even touched me yet and I'm starting to feel a little neglected over here."
Heeseung was a complete afterthought at this point, slumped back against the sofa cushions with his chest heaving, he looked entirely fucked out and content to just watch the rest of them continue to use you. Jay snorted as soon as he saw his captain sidelined before he reached out and tugged you toward him.
He didn't give you a choice in the positioning, quickly sitting back and pulling you onto his lap so that your back was pressed against his firm chest, your legs straddling his thick thighs in a reverse cowgirl that left you bare and vulnerable.
"I can be a bit rough, angel," Jay warned in a low voice that traveled straight through your spine. He leaned forward and let his lips graze the shell of your ear. "Just tap my arm if you need me to slow down, okay?"
You were able to give him a weak nod but right before you could even settle into the new position, the dynamic shifted. Jay's hands slid down, hooking the firmly under your knees and hauling your legs upward until your thighs were pinned against your chest. He shifted his grip and locked his fingers behind your head in a makeshift full nelson that made your chest thrust forward and your pussy completely bared to the room.
Jake quickly stepped in and helped Jay's guide his length to your entrance. The thrust of him was so creamy and squelching due to the mixture of Heeseung's and your cum but it didn't stop the way your pussy still felt stretched and overstimulated.
"Oh fuckâ!"
You were completely at his mercy, pinned between his solid frame and the air, with no way to pull back or adjust the depth. Jay didn't waste a second of your shock, snapping his hips forward with animalistic strength that made your entire body jostle with every strike.
You became a passenger in your own body, your head lolling forward cause you had no choice, he ruined what was left of your composure with a speed you had no hope of escaping.
The sound Jake's loud commentary and the heavy, satisfied sound of Heeseung's laughter became nothing more than background static the moment Jay's lips grazed the damp skin of your earlobe, to whisper like he didn't want anyone else to hear. "Look at you," he hissed and words rattled in your skull.
His arms tightened under yours, pulling your chest even tighter against the position so he could fuck into you with sickeningly perfect thrusts. "Taking all of me like a champ while they just watch. You're so fucking wet, I can hear it every time my dick goes inside you. Do you like being our little showpiece? Do you like how much of a mess we've made of you?"
You tried to gasp, tried to find some response but he caught your ear in his teeth in a sharp nip. "Answer me, angel," he ordered and you couldn't help but clench harder at the sound of his sexy voice in your ear. "Tell me how good it feels to have me giving you this good dick. Tell me you're never going to be the same after tonight."
The way he spoke was so different from Sunghoon's cold commands or Heeseung's calculated dominance. He seemed to be utterly depraved while he detailed exactly what he was doing to your body, using words that made you feel like you were going insane.
"NnhâJayâ"
"Yeah, that's it," he rasped, increasing his pace until you were bouncing helplessly in his grip. "Keep saying my name like that. Let them watch you cum apart for me. You're so fucking perfect, I'm gonna lose it if you keep squeezing me like that."
You were a complete disaster in his arms, like his words were actively bypassing your brain and heading straight for your pussy. He was pinning you to his chest and whispering every filthy thought he'd had about you since he first spotted you tonight, and with every word, he pushed you closer to the edge of your third orgasm you weren't sure your body was ready for.
The physical barrier of Jay's body didn't stop Jake, he seemed to be a creature of opportunity and when his eyes caught onto the wet frothing friction of Jayâs cock pounding into you, he darted his tongue out to trace Jayâs cock, catching the pearly drops of cum that had pooled at the base of him, and then he made a torturous trek upward. He licked right over the tension of your stretched entrance with his tongue firm and flat, before landing straight on your clit.
"MmmâJakeâNOâ!"
Your scream was harsh, heavy with the evidence of total sensory overload that vibrated through Jay's chest. You weren't just getting fucked anymore, they were taking you apart from the outside in. Every time Jake's tongue swirled over your now extremely sensitive nub, a fresh jerk of aching pleasure sang through your whole body to the point where all you could do was kick your feet and moan. "Oh my God! Oh shitttt! Fuck!" "NgghâMy pussy!"
"Look at you," Jay said into your ear so lowly that no one could hear him over the sound of your cries. "She's losing her fucking mind, Jake. Look at how she's shaking."
Jake didn't answer him with words, he just doubled down, mouth sucking, spitting and slurping until your vision was spotting. He was working in perfect tandem with Jayâthe blunt force of the thrusts bottoming out inside you while Jakeâs wet mouth kept you on the very edge of another violent climax.
You were a mess of incoherent sobs and frantic hitches as the room blurred into a haze of salt and the overwhelming scent of four men who were determined to see exactly how much you could take before they finally broke you for good.
"Hey," "You think you can handle more? You think that pretty little pussy of yours can take two cocks at once?"
Your brain was mid short circuiting from the overstimulation of both of them leaving you totally incapable of actual thought. You just wanted to be good for them, you wanted to be the perfect, ruined thing they so badly desired.
"Yes," you sobbed into the quiet of the room, making eye contact with Jake who had with tongue flat out so Jay was brushing up against it too. "Yes, please...I can take it."
Jay eyes locked onto Jake's with a competitive look. "She says she wants both, Jake. Get in here."
Jay didn't stop, but he did shift his rhythm, slowing the full nelson into a heavy grind that still kept you anchored while Jake stepped into the space between Jay's spread legs. Jake was vibrating with a feverish drive, his eyes were blown wide when he looked down at the slick mess of your pussy, mostly from him spitting and slurping all over it.
He spat a dollop directly onto your pussy again and the heat of it was a stark difference to the cooling fluids already coating your skin. Looking at him above you, all you could notice was how he was undeniably the heaviest and thickest youâd seen all night but you didnât even get the chance to appreciate it before he decided to slap the heaviness of his cock directly on your swollen clit.
"Ah shit! Fuck Fuck Fuckâ!" Your toes curled mid air.
He was massive in a way that made Sunghoon and Heeseung look manageable by comparison and who had struggled to take them, so how would you manage this?
"Look at you," Jake mocked, guiding the thick weeping head of his cock into your pussy, right alongside where Jay was still buried deep and grinding just on that spot. "Youâre already stretching out for me. Youâre such a good little slut, arenât you?"
He began to push his way in, not waiting for your body to adjust around two massive cocks inside you. The stretch was agonizing, you felt like your walls were being pressed flat against your pelvis. You were being split in two, the two of them worked in sync to draw out the high pitched whimpers from your throat, bullying their way into your pussy until you were stuffed to the brim.
"That's it," Jay whispered in your ear, tightening his arms to keep you from collapsing under the weight of them both. "Take these cocks, angel. Show us how much you can really take."
His words made the room start to blur in a spectrum of light and the heavy thud of the sofa hitting the wall. Jay and Jake had found a devastating coordinationâa seamless tag team assault where one was bottoming out against your cervix just as the other was pulling back to the entrance. You were never left empty, never given a second to recoil or catch a single, clean breath.
"God, Jay, your cock feels amazing," Jake barked out in a manic laugh while he watched the way your walls buckled and pulled taut to accommodate both their lengths. "I can feel you pulsing right against me inside her. She's so fucking tight." "You always this tight, babe?"
You were barely tethered to reality not to talk of attempting to respond to him, he was asking like he and his teammate werenât both fucking your little pussy at the same damn time. "I canât! YouâreâIâm gonna cum again! Please!"
In a moment of panicked overstimulation, you tried to blink through the sweat stinging your eyes to search the shadows for Heeseung's grounding presence or Sunghoon's cold, watchful gaze. But the living room had swallowed them whole, they were nowhere to be found, leaving you entirely at the mercy of the two most insane.
Jake had seemed to develop a fresh obsession with your clit. It was like he couldnât stop himself from reaching out for the twitching bundle of nerves with his fingers. The shock of the cold metal of his rings against your feverish, hot skin sent a violent tremor through your entire frame.
"Ah! Waitâ! Nâno!"
"No? I bet you fucking love it?" "I bet you love being fucked by four random strangers, oh shit."
"I bet this is the bestâoh fuck!âIâm going to cum."
"This is the best night of your life. Say it."
"Holy shit! Yes yes yes! This is the best night of my fucking life!"
"You're going to be such a pretty little ice girl for us, you know that? Youâll be the sexiest thing on the ice. Everyone's gonna to look at you and have no idea you were fucked like this, shit, like a whore on a Friday night."
The mention of the ice, the mention of the world outside this suffocating living room felt like a distant dream. Your vision started to tunnel and the edges of the room started to fray into darkness as the dual friction of their bodies and the icy bite of Jake's rings pushed you toward a ledge you couldn't come back from.
A third and what you could tell would be your most violent orgasm of the night was already beginning to bubble up in your stomach, the feeling threatened to short circuit your entire nervous system. Your walls clutched at them with a crushing strength and for a terrifying, blissful second, the world went completely silent as you felt yourself starting to slip out of consciousness right at the peak of your pleasure.
The world didn't just blur, it splintered. Your third orgasm hit you with so much force you sat on the edge of unconsciousness, you tried to hold onto the overwhelming fullness of them both but your vision had started to dissolve into static.
Through the ringing in your ears, you heard a sharp grunt when Jake suddenly pulled out. The loss of his heavy weight was a shock to your system and you were left choking for a breath you couldn't quite find.
"Fuckâ"
A second later, you felt the heat of his cum splashing across your chest, the weight of it soaking into the ruined fabric of the dress and landing on your sensitive nipple. He didn't stop, his hand tugging his cock in a final rhythm to coat your skin in the evidence of how much you had ruined him.
At the exact same moment, Jay let out a low moan but he didnât pull out, if anything, he shoved his cock deeper just as he unlocked his fingers from behind your head and you immediately felt his cum beginning to fill you up, a heavy, internal tide that pushed you over the final ledge.
The heavy sound of their breathing was the last thing you registered before you slipped into a dark, unconsciousness, completely and utterly spent.
Is that a bird? You thought. No way thatâs a bird but there was a chirp piercing through the fog of your consciousness. You winced as you tried to blink the world into focus, the ceiling above you was familiar, the off white and the faint water stain in the corner were familiar but the context was all wrong.
You were in your own dorm room.
The confusion hit like a physical weight and made your heart hammer against your ribs. You felt clean too, with the lingering scent of a citrusy body wash clinging to your skin but when you managed to push yourself up, the fabric of what you were wearing felt heavy and oversized. It wasn't your silk slip of Zoyaâs dress, it was a thick, grey hoodie that smelled faintly of Jay's cologne and a pair of soft athletic shorts that definitely didn't belong to you.
A sharp ache blossomed in your lower back the moment you shifted, followed by a dull soreness between your thighs that made you hiss through your teeth. So you definitely didnât dream up last night, the memory of all four of them, from Sunghoon fucking your face to Heeseungâs grip on your throat and the brutal weight of Jay and Jake stretching you to the brink, everything came rushing back in a vivid flood.
You reached up to trace the sensitive skin of your neck. Even without a mirror, you could feel the tender heat of the hickeys littered all across your collarbone and neck. You pulled back the hem of the oversized hoodie and gasped at the blossoming bruises on your hips, they were perfectly symmetrical to where Jay and Heeseung had grabbed you.
"How did I get back here?" you whispered to yourself and reached for your bedside table, expecting to find your cracked phone screen and a half empty water bottle. Instead, your hand brushed against the wicker of a massive, overflowing gift basket. It was filled with things that had no business being in a college dorm roomâhigh end skincare, a silk robe, a plushie and boxes of artisanal chocolates.
But sitting right at the center and gleaming under the morning sun, was a pair of professional grade figure skates looking like something you would never buy cause of how expensive you knew they were. The white leather was pristine, the blades polished to a lethal shine and as you pulled them closer, you saw your initialsâyour initialsâexpertly embroidered into the heel in silver thread.
Tucked into the laces was a small card. You opened it with shaking fingers to read the scribbled words.
Thank you for the lovely night, doll face.
â The Hockey Team
These boys had seen you at your most ruined, they had taken apart every bit of your composure until you literally blacked out in their arms and then they had washed you, brought you back to your own bed and tucked you into bed like you were something precious.
You were tracing the silver embroidery on the skates when the door to your dorm swung open with a violent bang. Zoya practically vibrated into the room in a whirlwind of excitement and messy hair, her voice was already at a pitch that made your sore head throb even more.
"You will not believe him!" she shrieked, collapsing onto the foot of your bed without even looking up. "Jungwon isâgod, he's actually the sweetest human alive. He sent me like five texts checking if I got in okay, even though he walked me back and now we're going on a date tonight? I'm going to throw up, I'm so nervous. You have to help me, I need to breathe, I needâ"
She stopped mid sentence when her eyes finally landed on you. Her jaw dropped as she took in the oversized hoodie, the tangled mess of your hair and the undeniable hickey just above your collarbone. Then, her gaze drifted to the massive basket and the gleaming skates.
"Oh my," she breathed, her voice dropping into a stunned, reverent whisper. "Wait...is this from Jay? Stop, that is actually so hot. Did you guys...did you actually have sex? Tell me everything!"
"YeahâŚwe did. Something like that."
"No way! You're kidding! And he sent all this!?" Zoya shrieked, lunging forward to tackle you into the pillows while you wracked your brain for a less insane version of the story you were going to feed her, a version where you had sex with just Jay.
Exactly three weeks later, it was hockey season and the biting chill of the practice rink felt like a sanctuary these days rather than a chore. You glided through a series of warm up laps with the other ice girls in the brand new skates that now felt like a natural extension of your own body. They were perfectly broken in, like a silent reminder of a night that still felt like a fever dream every time you closed your eyes.
Zoya was a few feet away in a blur of focus and grace. She tucked into a tight, centered spin, her arms pulling in as she gained a dizzying amount of speed. It was genuinely impressive, she had the kind of technical precision that usually took years to master and you couldn't help but pause to watch her finish with a sharp flourish. "Show off," you teased her.
She laughed but her attention was immediately pulled toward the far end of the rink when the loud thud of the gate opening echoed through the arena, followed by the aggressive clack-clack of blades hitting the ice. The hockey team was filing out for their scheduled practice and their presence instantly shifted the energy of the room from quiet focus to something loud and electric.
Jungwon didn't even bother wavering the moment he spotted Zoya, he skated straight to her in fluid movements despite the heavy pads. He caught her by the waist and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips that had her giggling like a schoolgirl.
"See you after?" he asked loud enough for you to hear, before skating off toward the center circle. As you watched him skate away, your eyes drifted to the rest of the team and you found Jake almost immediately. He was leaning against the boards with his helmet tucked under one arm while he watched you with those eyes. When he realized you were looking back at him, he didn't look away, instead he let his eyes drop to the silver initials on your skates before snapping back to yours with a wink that said everything and nothing at all.
Zoyaâs head whipped toward you, her eyes wide cause she caught the tail end of the exchange. "Woah, woahâwhat was that? Jake? Seriously?" She skated closer and poked your arm with a gloved finger. "Does Jay know his teammate is giving you those kinds of googly eyes? Are you trying to start a locker room war?"
A slow heat curled in your gut but didn't say a word. You just looked at her and held her gaze for a beat, then made a deliberate show of zipping your lips together and throwing away the key with a flick of your wrist.
"Stop! You are so mean!" Zoya squealed, grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around in a circle. She started whining, her voice echoing off the high ceilings as she begged for just one little detail. "You can't do that to me! I tell you everything about Jungwon! Is it a thing? Is it a secret thing?"
You just laughed, the sound bright and clear against the ice, enjoying the way she was spiraling into a hysterical frenzy. You watched the guys start their drillsâHeeseungâs effortless authority, Jayâs raw power, Jakeâs erratic energy and Sunghoonâs cold precision.
Zoya could have her dinner dates and her sweet texts with Jungwon, this was a secret that no one else needed to knowâexcept, perhaps, next year's chosen ice girl.
[yunho x fem!reader] yunho reminding you who the fuck you belong to | heed the warnings iâm not your mother: smut minors dni 18+, pwp, mean dom!yunho/hard dom!yunho, you call him sir, ownership, submission, desperation, p in v, oral m!receiving, facefucking, lots of heavy degradation, fingering, thigh fucking, orgasm denial/edging, restraining with a belt, pussy fucking (not insideâđť), lots of crying, cum eating, jealous yunho, he's not nice like at all. not even a little. another round to pregame aftercare. creampie. as always, let me know if i missed anything! wc 10.7k
⚠࣪ Ë for my angel face lover girl @03jyh23, once the brainworms took over i really could not stop writing this. thank you for requesting, i hope i did mean dom jealous yun justice, i love playing with him. i feel like i had empty headed in my mind the entire time i wrote this, if you're reading this, please for the love of god read empty headed. my favorite joongie fic in the world, mon is so unbelievably talented & so inspiring, if you like even one sentence from this fic i promise you will devour monâs. thats all, enjoy xoxo
You didnât mean to piss him off.
Not really.Â
But thereâs something invigorating about watching his jaw tighten, a clench in the hinge that shows the structure of his face. The way his brows flatten, dark and heavy over his big, brown eyes, turning them three shades darker, more charcoal than chocolate. A hand through his styled hair, veiny fingers lost in black locks, mussing it to the point where the gel is rendered useless. Yunho angry was a sight to behold, exciting, magical; it brings out a completely different side of him, one you feared as much as you revered.Â
Across the room in his dark suit, tailored to his perfect body, his shoulders sat squared, in perfect posture. Your dress matched, a long, navy gown, if anyone paid attention, theyâd know you belong to him. You know you belong to him, Yunho knows you belong to him, Yeosang knows you belong to him, but somehow you think the message has been lost along the way.Â
Deep red hair sitting perfectly over his cheekbones, hiding the birthmark beneath his eye youâve seen a thousand times, Yeosang does look good. He always looks good, biceps stretching the sleeves of every shirt, filling out every pair of pants he owns like they were made for him, it doesnât help that he has the most contagious laugh youâve ever heard. A silly joke, a stupid one that left him snorting, made the laughter creep up from your chest and force its way out of your lips until you were folding forward, a hand clutching your stomach.Â
Heâs funny without even trying to be and you fall victim to it every time, every hangout, whenever you and Yeosang are in the same room. Yunho notices, of course he does, a sixth sense embedded in his veins that he says is named after you. Usually his jealousy with Yeosang is under wraps, he can see your friendship for what it isâ but tonight of all nights, at the company gala where Yunho is receiving an award for his efforts, tonight is about him. And here you are, across the room, chopping it up with Yeosang instead of standing by his side so he can introduce you to everyone in the room.Â
You can feel his stare, harsh eyes like blades cutting into your skin, it makes your spine straighten, your heels click together. Even without words you can feel his command, summoning you to him like there was a part of him inside your head, you excuse yourself from the circle of people you were conversing with and walk back to your boyfriend, a low rumble in your belly because you know exactly whatâs awaiting you.Â
Leaning over the tall, circular table dressed in a black tablecloth long enough that it touches the floor, one of Yunhoâs knees is bent into it, his arms crossed over the surface. He watches you, eyes following your every step, aware of each person you pass like every one of them could be a threat. You keep your face innocent, your eyes big and doe-like, your hands politely holding your clutch in front of your body, a small smile on your face as you approach him at the table, nothing else on it besides two full glasses of prosecco.Â
âWipe that look off your face,â he says as soon as you can hear it, his voice low and stern, âdamage is already done.â
Excitement blooms in your chest, you swallow down your smile. âWhat do you mean?â
He steps back from the table, picking up the flute of prosecco, holding it close to his chest. He shifts his view upward, examining the crowd, âYou know exactly what I mean, stop pretending, you look stupid.â
You canât fight the smile this time, throwing an elbow over the surface of the table with your clutch, leaning on it as you pick up the glass of prosecco instead. He turns to you, eyes slimming, âYouâve had enough.â
Your brows furrow, head tilting, âIâm not even tipsyââ
âI said youâve had enough.â
Slowly, you set the glass back on the table, his tone was clean cut, no room for disobedience. You frown, ankles crossing beneath your gown, âI was just talking, Yunho.â
âTalking,â he repeats, a ghost of a smile clawing at his lips, âlaughing, leaning into him like I donât fucking own you.â
Your breath catches in your throat as the word leaves his lips, it always ignites something deep in your gut, turns your mind to fuzz. Ownership, being his, so deeply his you donât need to think if you donât want to, Yunho can see the warmth spreading through your body like your skin was transparent.Â
He takes a step toward you, leaning down, breath ghosting the shell of your ear, âYou belong to me. Never fucking forget it.â
You swallow, heart picking up speed in your chest, your voice is a little shakier than you want it to be as you whisper, âI could never forget that.â
Standing up tall again, he smiles like he remembered thereâs other people in the room, âGood.â Turning his head to examine the crowd again, coworkers, staff, people who have all praised him tonight, congratulated him on his hard work. You drink in his figure, long legs that stretched on forever clad in navy, his suit jacket unbuttoned, showing the white button-up beneath. The tie that laid in the center, snug beneath his collar, just from a few words your mind escaped to the gutter, brain drifting to the things he could do with it.Â
âLetâs go,â he says simply, turning toward you again.Â
âAlready?â You look around, standing straight, dessert hadnât even been served yet. âI donât think itâs appropriateââ
âI donât give a fuck about whatâs appropriate.â Youâre lucky thereâs no one around you to hear the sharp words leaving his lips, âI donât care about this, and clearly neither do you if youâd rather go talk to Yeosang.â
âYunââ
âCome,â the word is firm, a wall splitting your defense. He grabs your clutch from the table, tucking it beneath his armpit, placing his glass of prosecco delicately on the table, âWeâll make our goodbyes, Iâll text the driver.â
He shoots a quick text before laying a heavy hand on the small of your back, bringing you on his round of goodbyes where you smiled politely, shook hands, gave small hugs to every person you made eye contact with tonightâ except Yeosang. You didnât even meet his eye, standing off to the side while Yunho gave him a tight hug, a wide grin on his face like he wasnât planning on tearing you apart the moment you stepped foot in your apartment.Â
You didnât talk on the drive home, in the backseat of a black car you didnât know the name of, your driver nodding his head along to what was playing on the radio. A small, muted hum, it stood as background noise for your raging thoughts, adrenaline ripping your tummy to shreds as you wonder about what comes next. Itâs rare for Yunho to react like this, heâs generally a grounded, secure man, he knows youâd never leave him, he knows youâd never cheat. Heâs asked you the same rhetorical question a thousand times: Who could possibly be better than him?
No one. That person doesnât exist. You love him too much to ever even consider someone else, he was too engraved in your being, the blood in your body circulated for him, your heart beats to the rhythm of his name. Yunho was everything, everywhere, he was half of your body, your soul.Â
But he doesnât play nice when it comes to his toys.Â
He punched in the code to your apartment with steady hands, opening the front door softly, holding his arm out for you to walk inside first. Hanging your coat on the rack, thereâs a pit in your stomach, a blooming warmth of fear and adrenaline beneath your skin. You begin, âYunho, we shouldnât have left, I was just talkingââ
Heâs at your back, hands on your hips, head standing tall above yours, âYou think I give a fuck about what you were doing?â His voice is rough, gravelly, tone bleeding dominance, it makes your toes curl in your heels, back straightening against his presence. âI donât care if you were giving him the fucking heimlich, youâre mine. Do you understand what that means?â
Your breath catches, fingers tingling at your sides, eyes wide as you stare at the pale yellow wall in front of you, art covering the walls. The paintings seemed to stare back, snickering at your disobedience, saying you reap what you sow.Â
âYes,â you whisper, accompanied by one singular nod.
âYes what?â
You fight the sound that claws at your throat, âYes, sir.â
âThis body is mine,â his hands trail from your hips up to your waist, squeezing the skin beneath your gown before traveling up to your chest, holding his palms there to prove a point. âIt belongs to me. Your pleasure, your pain, your actions, your mistakes, theyâre all mine.â
His palms leave your chest to unzip the gown at your back, you can feel the chill of metal all the way down to the base of your spine. Pooling around your feet, you donât move, back straight, chin held high, heels clicking together, presenting yourself for him how he taught you. Every bone in your body begged you to turn around and kiss him, you ached to touch him, to wrap your arms around him, to feel him inside you, curved and pulsing and hitting every spot that made you scream. When he steps around you, fear simmers, you come to terms with the fact that none of which is on the itinerary for tonight.Â
Shoulders squared, jaw locked, eyes dark, brooding. He watches you, still fully clothed, shoes kicked off, his suit remains. His eyes drink in your naked figure, already well aware of the lack of anything beneath your form fitting gown, watching how your upper body expands with each breath, the tremble in your legs, the glint of nerves in your eyes, how youâre already struggling to keep still under his heavy stare. He watches like heâs mapping out a plan, debating what heâll do to you, how loud he should make you beg, deciding what heâs in the mood for.Â
He always wants obedience. Expects it. Youâve learned to not expect anything.Â
âWhat do you think you deserve tonight?â
The question sets your body aflame. Meeting his eyes, you swallow, âI donât deserve anything, sir.â
He nods slowly, arms crossing over his chest, he hums. âDo you think you deserve my cock inside you?â
He watches how your spine bends, the slightest movement. It tells him the words out of your mouth are a bold-faced lie, âNo, sir.â
âWhy not?â
You can feel the heat in the tips of your ears, embarrassment, guilt, it curls into the flame of arousal flickering brighter in your gut with every second he keeps his eyes on you. âBecause,â you pause. His brows raise, waiting. Your voice cracks, âB-because I was, umâ talking. To Yeosang.â
âWhy are you stuttering?â He tilts his head a fraction of a degree. âYou know what you did. Say it with your chest.â
âI was laughing,â you continue, feeling the sweat forming at your brow, the light of the foyer too warm, too bright. You swallow, âI was laughing with him when I should have been with you.â
He hums again, debating. âDo you think you deserve to cum at all?â
âOnly if you think I deserve it, sir,â thereâs a shakiness to your voice, one he knows all too well, it means please.Â
He looks you up and down once. âBedroom,â is the only thing he responds, a sharp word that sends your heeled feet clicking over hardwood to the room at the back of your apartment. The lights are dim, soft, misleading; the way it lays over your duvet, your furniture, a streak creeping into the bathroom, it breeds comfort. Youâre scared you wonât get any tonight.Â
âKneel beside the bed, face it.âÂ
You wince when your knees splinter the hardwood beneath you. Back straight, hands flat on your thighs, you sit on your calves, ass just meeting the heel of your stilettos. He doesnât smile, he doesnât praise you for following directions, following order, he watches.Â
One second, two, five, ten. Sitting on your shared bed, suit jacket discarded, knees spread, heels of his feet edged on the base. He pushes his sleeves up to his elbows before they meet his knees as he leans over his thighs, giving you a full view of his size above you. A display, one that makes you shiver every fucking time.Â
âYou disappointed me tonight,â his voice is low but his tone is calm and itâs worse than loud, edged, spit-soaked anger. âYou know how to behave, you know better. Correct?â
âYes, sir,â you nod once.Â
âDo you have anything to say about your behavior tonight?â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble. His brow arches. Louder, you repeat, âIâm sorry for my behavior tonight, sir.â
He stares, waiting, watching. One second, two, five, ten.
âSave the apologies,â he stands, fingers working at the prongs of the black leather belt, so close to your face you almost flinch at his movement. âYouâll make it up to me properly.â
You nod, words breathy, âYes, sir.â
With one step heâs behind you, you can feel him squat down just from the heat of him, you hear the metal of the belt buckle dragging against the hardwood floor, it makes your thighs clench together. His palms are warm when he wraps his long fingers around your arms, just above your elbows, he pulls them behind your back. Silently he wraps the belt around your wrists, tying it off securely, tight enough for you to feel the restriction but not enough to cut circulation.Â
With another step heâs in front of you, veiny hands tugging at his tie, loosening it before throwing it, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. He works the fastening of his slacks open, fingers tugging down his zipper, with thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, he pulls them both down over his hips until they reach mid-thigh. Your eyes flicker upward to meet his gaze, holding a question in your stareâ heâs not even hard yet.Â
âWhy are you looking at me?â His brows raise, âDo you not know what to do with a cock in your face?â
Your cheeks burn as you lift up, the tips of your toes meeting the hardwood, adjusting your height to meet his flaccid cock, thereâs no hesitation as you bring your head forward, tongue poking out to catch the tip of him in your mouth. You hear the change in his breathing, a small, sudden intake of air, if it wasnât so quiet in your bedroom youâre sure it wouldâve gone over your head.Â
The breath is enough praise to take him into your mouth with confidence, to massage your tongue slowly against the underside of him, you feel him expand; length doubling in size, the width of him stretching your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue. Slightly salty, the taste of skin, bland and neutral, he mutters a curse when you take him deeper, but you donât struggle bobbing your head, working up a rhythm, your movement quickening with each run of your tongue over his ridged tip.Â
âYou can do better than that,â his tone is condescending, it makes your stomach drop. His hips buck into your mouth, cock reaching the back of your throat, making you gag, an ugly noise; his small hum of pleasure is worth a thousand words of praise.
âIs this what I have to do? Fuck your throat so you take me properly?â
Your eyes fill with salty tears as his cock fills your throat, you take him deeper, faster, nose meeting the tuft of hair at his base, inhaling, moaning, gurgling around him with each bob of your head. He groans, a hand coming up to meet your styled hair, ruining it as soon as his fingers tighten in your scalp. âDonât cry, itâs pathetic, suck my cock like you mean it. Or do you want me to think youâd rather have your mouth on Yeosang?â
Your brows knit together and you hope itâs enough, that he sees the answer you canât communicate. He hisses when you swallow around him, âHe couldnât fuckinâ handle you, couldnât put you in your place, he wouldnât know what to do with you. Do you understand? That youâre something that needs handling?â
You canât answerâ he knows you canât answer, he isnât expecting one, he knows your response. He flashes his teeth in a nasty grin when your tears spill, hot on your cheeks, streaking your makeup. âYou need to be owned, need to be used, tied up with nothing left to do but take.â
The noise you make gets muffled by his cock, he hears it, his hips roll deeper into your throat, fingers gripping tighter at your scalp.Â
âYou love it, donât you? When I use your mouth? Turn you into a toy?â You whine around his cock, drool gathering at the sides of your mouth, you can hear the squelch of spit. âI know you do, bet your thighs are stickinâ together already. Should I fuck them instead? Cum all over your legs while your little pussy begs me for attention? Begs me just to look at her?âÂ
Your eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back behind them, your thighs squeeze, wrists tugging at the leather binding them. His chuckle is dark, patronizing, when he speaks the words come out tighter, âLook at you, already begging for it when you canât even talk. Is this what you wanted? Is that why I had to watch you flirt with my fuckinâ coworker? You needed a reminder that this is all youâre worth?â
Tears flow, makeup stinging your eyes, blurring your vision, his cock so heavy, so deep in your throat, each gag around him breeds more. His other hand meets your hair, rocking your head at the same pace of his hips bucking into your mouth, you breathe through your nose, your nails cut into your palms.Â
âFuck,â itâs sharp, under his breath. âThere you go, make me fuckinâ cum, âs all this mouth is good for.âÂ
Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto your thighs that start to shake, knees burning where they dig into the hardwood. Youâre clenching around nothing with every other thrust, wishing he was fucking into your pussy with the brutal pace heâs using on your mouth.Â
âDonât you dare waste a single drop,â his voice is ragged like his breath, the only proof he was enjoying this. His palms meet your cheeks, forcing your eyes open so he can ask, âDo you hear me?â
Your eyelids flutter, ignoring the sting of tears your gaze darts upward to see his face, veiny forearms in your peripherals. Jaw slacked, cheeks splotched with pink, eyes so dark theyâre burnt, pleasure etched in each line of his perfect face. His button-up splits at the hem, showing you the pocket of skin between, the veins that swim from his hipbones up to where they disappear behind the v of fabric swollen, prominent.Â
âGonna ruin this throat,â he uses pressure on your flaming cheeks, holding your head still as he fucks into your mouth faster, harder, ignoring how you choke around him. âMine to do as I fuckinâ please.âÂ
Your face is covered by saliva, tears and melted makeup, bubbles of spit popping before they sink down your jaw, down your neck, between your breasts. The sounds you make around his cock are brutal; loud, wet, unbecomingâ they push him over the edge.
He cums with a strangled noise like it was caught in his throat, his chin dropping to his chest, his eyes squeezed shut. Ropes of warmth shoot straight down your throat and youâre disappointed you canât taste the salt, feel the slimy consistency as if it were intentional, like you fucked up so bad he was keeping his cum from you, too. You whimper when he pulls out, sucking in a needed breath, swallowing down the spit in your mouth, feeling the cool air of the bedroom brushing against the streaks of liquid on your body.Â
You donât move without direction. You donât speak without order.Â
He runs a hand through his hair, chest heaving beneath his shirt, he gives you no praise. He doesnât even look at you kindly. He gives you a one-over, top lip lifting in distaste, âYouâre a fucking mess. On the bed.âÂ
Your legs are wobbly beneath you as you climb onto the white duvet, hands still secured at the base of your spine, you lay on top of them, knees still burning, swollen, uncomfortable. He doesnât get on the bed with you, he tugs you back down to the edge by your ankles, pushing your legs up until theyâre dangling. Hands on your swollen knees, he parts them, ignoring the way you suck in a sharp breath.Â
âBe quiet,â heâs staring between your legs, âI donât want to hear a sound out of that mouth. Holes donât speak.â You clench your jaw to keep it closed, thighs twitching. He continues, âKnew this slutty cunt would be soaked. âS all over your thighs, arenât you embarrassed?â
You meet his eye, lips parted, but you donât speak. His lips curve at the corner, âNo? Proud of how wet you get from being used? Being nothing?â
Heâs baiting you, you force your breath into submission, calm despite your heart pounding against your ribs, wild and arrhythmic. You clench around nothing, air catching on the wetness between your legs, coating your thighs, youâre not embarrassed. You could never be, not when his eyes light up, his lips curve, staring at you like he wants to do nothing less than devour you when youâre spread out for him like this.Â
Youâre built for him, by him, and he knows it.Â
Warm palms sear your thighs, one sinking down your calf, fingers ghosting over one of your heeled feet. He pushes it forward, towards your chest, staring at the silver stiletto, finger following the shape of the arch, touching the pointed heel. Not even looking at you, keeping his eyes on your pedicure, he mutters, âThese stay on.â
Your bottom lip quivers, trembles, fingers clawing at the mattress behind your back. His eyes find yours, âBeing so obedient now, is this what happens when youâre guilty? When you know you fucked up? I get a sweet girl for once?â
Your entire body reacts to his words, a full-blown shiver that racks through you like a wave. His voice is a spell, his words are tantalizing, laced with sweetness, it throws your mind for a loop, you almost reply. Your lips open and then close, he grins like he knows heâs on the right track.Â
His fingers wrap around your ankle, placing it over his shoulder, his other hand leaving your thigh to paint a finger through your folds. Your lips tighten, teeth clamping down, brows furrowing at the stimulation, noise climbing up your throat with claws bared. His touch leaves as quickly as he gives it, he brings his finger up past his lips, moaning at the taste, loud and obnoxious, âItâs too bad you donât deserve my mouth, wanna eat her so bad. I think Yeosang would like the taste too, donât you?â
Your jaw clenches, he stores the reaction. Bringing his hand back down to your center, he uses two fingers to spread your folds, watching as you clench around nothing, as your body begs for what your mouth isnât allowed to say. He hums, leaning down, gathering spit in his mouth before shooting it straight onto your mound, your body jumps in response. With his thumb at your clit, he adds the smallest pressure to spread the slick, your lips part, a quiet gasp sneaking through.Â
His eyes flicker upward, âBehave.â He rubs slow circles, barely any pressure, following your hips that buck into his hand, âStop moving. Take it.â
Your face contorts, abdomen flexing, spine bending, teeth clamped down over your bottom lip. You try to keep your hips flush to the bed, you fail. His hand leaves your calf over his shoulder, falling to your belly, pushing down to keep you flat, âRight after I said you were being obedient, too. Shame.âÂ
His thumb leaves your clit to push two fingers inside and your elbows bend, hands sliding up your spine, pulling at the belt keeping you restrained. A desperate moan pushes past, hips jerking against his hand pinning you down, his name falls off your lips right after, âYunho! Fuck, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â
Lips pursed, his head shakes slowly, disappointed. Your body burns, hot with embarrassment, blood carbonated, sizzling with fear, your eyes stay blown wide, watching him calculate what comes next. He doesnât react further, instead his fingers work you open, pads of his fingertips massaging against the spongy spot inside you, your breathing becomes verbal. Shallow, chest moving rapidly, wrists fighting against the restraint, it feels too good not to move. Not to react.Â
He knows your weak points, knows your strengths; he uses them both to his advantage.Â
âDo you think Iâm doing this for your pleasure?â He doesnât look up, voice steady, he watches how your slick gushes around his digits instead, how your core takes his fingers so easily, greedily. âI should shove my cock inside you without prep, thatâs what you deserve for being a whore. But I decided to be kind, and this is how you repay me? By being greedy?â
You keep your lips glued together until his eyes meet yours, âSpeak.â
âIâm sorry!â Your voice is pitched, face scrunched together, he can hear the shame in your voice, feel how your body disagrees. âIâm sorry, sir, I donât deserve it, I- I, please justââ
âShut up,â he cuts you off, âForgot how fucking irritating it is to hear you whine.â
You feel the pressure in your face again, swimming up your sinuses, filling your waterline with salty heat. He doesnât notice until your breathing breaks, tears already spilled, pleasure wound tight in the pit of your belly, below his palm that sits heavy and harsh.Â
âYouâre crying again?â He sounds bored, annoyed. âYouâre useless, you know that? Canât follow simple fuckinâ directions.âÂ
He sighs before he slips his fingers out, two hands finding the plush of your ass beneath your lifted thighs, pushing you up the bed.Â
âMaybe you should fuck Yeosang,â he crawls on top of the mattress with you, fingers working his buttons open while you shake your head, tears falling silently, he stares at you with lifted brows like he couldnât be more uninterested. âYouâre nearing worthless at this point.âÂ
He throws the button-up off the bed, pulling his white tank over his head, his slacks and briefs already gone, discarded before your back hit the mattress. Face still reading uninterested, he grabs both of your legs by your ankles, throwing them over his shoulders as he spreads his knees, lowering himself until his eyes lock on your glistening folds.Â
âYou donât deserve my cock,â he says it like itâs something you already know. A mewl stirs in your throat, you swallow it down as he wraps his fingers around the base, pushing it through your folds. âSo fuckinâ wet, sheâs begging for it. You think you deserve it?â
He looks up at you just to see you shake your head no, his eyes follow the way your tear-streaked cheeks shine in the dim light.Â
Circling his tip over your clit, he asks again, âNot even the tip?â
You release a shaky breath, sniffing through your clogged sinuses, every bone in your body screaming yes, youâd beg for it, on all fours, youâd do anything for it. But thatâs not what he wants to hear, so you shake your head once more.
âAlright,â he says it passively and it makes your brows knit together. Like if you said yes, heâd do it.Â
Your lips part, face warped into confusion, voice coated in a cry, âW-wait.â
âNo,â he moves one of your ankles to his other shoulder, crossing them, âYou made your bed.â
âYunhoââ
His eyes flicker upward, warning enough, your lips smack together to silence yourself. The tip of his cock prods at the seam of your thighs, so thick and hot and wet it makes you squirm, ankles locking over his shoulder. He smacks the side of your thigh once, âClench âem for me. Be a good sleeve.â
Your breath is shaky as you tighten your thighs, body rigid, wrists fighting their restraints. Tears spill hotter, heavier when he groans out in relief, cock passing between your thighs, so close to your aching cunt you can feel your composure getting pushed to its limit. One hand holds your ankles over his shoulder, the other squeezes one of your thighs, you watch how his abdomen flexes with each roll of his hips, how his throat bobs when his head falls back in pleasure.Â
âFeels good,â his voice is gravelly, laced with arousal, his hips moving slow enough to draw out his own pleasure. You try to keep yourself tight, composed, enjoyable for him, but your patience is a thin band, one running taut too quickly. He picks up the pace, his hips smacking against your sensitive legs, they start to shake where they lay hooked over his shoulder.
âStay still,â he gruffs out, âStop shaking.â
A defeated cry escapes through your parted lips, mumbling a wilted, pathetic, âPlease.â
He doesnât stop, doesnât slow, doesnât address that youâve spoken. Youâre drifting as his grip turns tighter, fingers on your ankles, palm on your thigh, tight enough to bruise; his hips pick up speed, filling the room with the sound of skin smacking skin. Youâre clenching around nothing again, so strung out and sensitive that the ripple of his cock between your thighs is close enough to friction. You can feel your pulsing clit, muscles tightening, heart picking up speed as it starts to feel somewhat pleasurable. Better than nothing, not nearly enough to get you off.Â
He does a double take when he notices your brows knitted up, lips parted, breath layered. His laugh is punched, taunting, âYouâre getting off on this?â A whimper escapes. âI thought I told you to keep your mouth shut. This is a punishment, not a fucking position.â
You seal your lips together again, your lashes becoming a waterfall, his hand leaves your thigh just to land against your skin heavier, harder, the sound striking through the room, nearly blending in with the sound of his hips against your thighs.
 âIâd be inside you if you listened. If you didnât speak, if you didnât flirt with my friend in front of my goddamn face,â his voice is as rough as his movements, he watches where his cock disappears, grinds his teeth when your thighs clench. âCanât believe this is getting you off. Nothing but a cockhungry whore, doesnât matter where I fuckinâ put it, does it?â
Your thighs clench again and he cracks ever so slightly, a splinter in his demeanor. The sound he lets out is pitched, something of a moan, small and wanting as he chases his release, âFuck, almost as good as your pussy. Maybe I donât need to use her at all anymore, maybe Iâll tape her shut.â
Another sob falls past your lips, head tilting to the side, âNo.â
âNo?â His eyes meet yours, âNo?â
âI need youââ
âYouâre mine,â his voice is harsher now, like youâve finally hit a nerve. He pulls out, throwing your legs to the side, one arm scooping under you to flip you onto your stomach. Pulling you upright, on all fours, knees together, your face is buried in the bed, another sob cracking through your shaking body. âIâll do whatever I want, this body is mine, you belong to me. Youâre my property, when are you going to get that through your thick fucking skull?â
When his cock pushes past the seam of your thighs again, legs on either side of yours, it's lower. Farther away from your slippery cunt, skin still lubed up with how much youâve spilled, his voice is edged as he lands a harsh smack on your ass, biting, âSqueeze your fuckinâ thighs, you canât afford to disappoint me again.â
He holds his hands tight on your hips, steadying you, groaning low and long when he picks up the pace tenfold, harsher than the rhythm he was giving you before. He plants a foot on the bed, choking out a moan, âGonna cum all over these thighs, this ass, then Iâm gonna make you eat it.â
You moan, itâs a soft noise, too soft for how unforgiving he was at your backside. Your mind is cloudy, in your head, his degrading words are close enough to praise, your body responds. He lands another heavy smack to your ass, sending you deeper into the plush of the mattress, into the fuzz, you moan.Â
He sounds almost surprised when he says, âThatâs not a fucking reward, youâre disgusting.â
Your wrists pull at the belt, thighs clenching, another shameless moan pushing past your lips. His hips stutter, fingertips tightening at your hips, âFuck, nasty fuckinâ thing.â
He slips from between your thighs, leaving them vibrating and hot. You can hear how fast his fist moves over his length, slick and wet, lewd, his groan is a stutter as he cums, thick ropes of white landing over your ass, your thighs, warm, heavy, you canât help but moan at the feeling. Being marked, owned, being his, however he wants you, however heâll have you.Â
You hear him panting, tight breaths pushed from his lips, you know heâs staring, watching it drip, admiring the mess he made like it was art. With one hand still on your hip, he uses the other to wipe his painting off your skin, gathering it on his fingers, a glob of wet sticky warmth, your mouth waters knowing heâs about to feed it to you.Â
Your thighs shake as he knocks your knees apart for stability, reaching one arm forward to wrap under your belly, pulling you upward. You whimper at the force but your body follows without hands to help you.Â
âHere,â he sounds like heâs giving you a gift as your back hits his chest. He moves your hair out of your face, your jaw already pried open, he stuffs his cum-coated fingers past your lips and your eyes roll back. Salty, thick, nasty, you moan at how fucking dirty it feels, abdomen flexing because heâs finally giving you something. Mouth closing, tongue sucking his fingers clean, your thighs squeeze.Â
âGood girl,â he whispers, âEat it all, lick my fingers clean.â You moan again, eyes opening, low-lidded as you stare at him from under your brows, swallowing. His face scrunches, lips parting, âFuck.â
He watches as your spit-stained mouth opens when he presses down on your tongue, no evidence of his release leftover. His fingers move slowly, spreading inside your mouth like he wanted to feel the texture of your tongue, they drag down until your bottom lip folds over, your own spit hitting your chin.
âSo pliant,â he whispers, watching, analyzing, âYouâll let me do anything right now, wonât you?â
You whimper, so soft and light you barely register it came from you. His other hand wraps around your front, two fingers dipping between your legs, adding pressure to your clit. You fold, or try to, his other arm wraps around your front, forearm between your breasts, fingers landing steady at the base of your throat, holding you flush to him.Â
âStill.â Despite the order being direct, his voice is calm, sweet almost, eyes dancing over your features, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. He keeps his pace slow, circling his fingers lightly, âCum, just like this.â
Your instinct tells you not to trust his kindness, pressure building steadily at the base of your belly, but he works you so easily, even with small circles and light pressure, your body responds like a live wire, as if two light fingers were a vibrator on its highest setting. Your moans mix with tiny gasps, body fidgeting at the pleasure, so sensitive you think you might be running from it.Â
He cooes, âCome on, baby. Iâm letting you cum, might be the only orgasm I let you have tonight. Impress me.â
The need to deliver, obey, appease him is too embedded in you not to listen, even if you know better. You choke on a moan, reaching your peak quicker than you should, sounds climbing in staccato, so close you could fucking taste itâ he rips his fingers away just as you approach the edge and you sob, body lurching forward, âNo!â
He pulls you back against him, keeping you locked in place. He shushes you, running his hands over your skin, your thighs, your stomach, comforting touches that pull tears from your eyes for the third time. You choke on a cry, crumbling into him, leaning your weight against him.Â
âSo good for me,â he praises, voice candy-sweet. Confusion makes you whimper a mumble of his name.Â
He waits until your twitching subsides, still brushing his fingers over your skin, soothing the loss until youâve forgotten it. When your sobs quiet, your breathing evens a little more, he dips his fingers between your thighs again.
âYunho!â You gasp, bucking against him, âT-too much.â
âShut up,â he grinds out in your ear, âTake it.â
His fingers work quicker, more pressure, pleasure builds inside you like it never stopped.
âI canâtââ You hiccup, âPlease let me cum, sir, p-please let me, I canât take itââ
The arm thatâs wrapped around your front reaches farther up until two fingers push past your lips, sitting heavy on your tongue like stone. You gag around the length of them, knuckles hooked between your teeth while his other hand works quicker, tighter circles on your clit.
âDonât remember telling you to speak,â you feel his breath on your ear, words chopped, rough, mean. âI remember telling you not to make a fucking sound.â
Youâre gurgling around his fingers, more ugly noises, youâre too close to care. Electricity zaps through every limb, legs trembling, hips bucking away from his fingers because you canât handle the pleasure even if you need it.Â
Youâre babbling over the weight on your tongue, looking up at him with pleading eyes, mumbling begs in-between every gag, he stays focused on his fingers between your legs, pulling you as close as he can to the finish line.Â
âYâgonna cum?â His eyes finally meet yours, searching your face for the answer before you can make a sound. You nod, tongue flexing under his fingers, pressure built up so tight and heavy in your body you might blow if he doesnât let you release. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, so sticky sweet it makes you moan. His voice is sharp against your skin, âSlutty cunts donât get to cum.â
Thereâs a millisecond to process his words before he rips his fingers away and thatâs how long it takes for your sanity to slip. Sobs, real ones rip from your chest; ugly and booming, he lets your body go, lets you fall forward, flat against the mattress, wrists clawing at the belt, twitching and jerking so fucking shamelessly it makes Yunho smile.Â
âAm I breaking you, baby?â He crawls on top of you, flipping you over like your dead weight means nothing to him. âAre you finally understanding what it means to be mine?â
The word yes leaves your lips between each sob like a chant, wrists aching beneath leather, your skin was probably inflamed and swollen by now from how much youâve thrashed against the belt, but you donât feel it, you donât care. You need more. You need release.
He pushes your knees up, humming, ignoring your choked sobs like they didnât exist. âYou think Yeosang would want you like this?â He smacks his teeth, âA crying, begging whore? You think heâd touch this slutty, swollen cunt?â
âNo! Iâm s-sorry,â you hiccup, sounding so distraught itâs almost deranged, âPlease.â
âPlease what?â His cock lays heavy over your leaking cunt, reaching well over your pubic bone, it makes your trembling worse. âWhat are you asking me for?â
âIâ Iââ
âShut up,â he lowers his grip down to your thighs, the sensitive part on the inside, rutting his hips ever so slightly against your folds. Your head tilts back, letting out a sound of tight pleasure mixed with frustration, his cock on you isnât enough. You need him inside.
âHe wouldnât touch you with a ten-foot pole,â he continues, wrapping his fingers around the base of his length, adding pressure as his hips rut against you again. âThis pussy is used. Iâve ruined it for anyone else, ruined you.â
Your spine bends at his words as he works up a rhythm, pace combined with the added pressure, his cockhead runs over your swollen clit with each thrust, itâs almost enough for you to start climbing again. You moan out in relief, in euphoria, just from having him on you.Â
His grip tightens on your thigh, âYou like that? Being ruined? Like the idea of another man being repulsed by you?â
âYes,â your face contorts, tears hot in the lines stretching across your skin, breath ragged, hips bucking against him when his rhythm slows.
He curses under his breath as he feels you clench, âOf course you do. This pussy only wants me. Trained to only respond to me.â
âYes,â a little louder, laced with your climbing pleasure, âOnly you.â
âDonât cum.â You watch his knuckles turn white at the base of his cock. âYou havenât earned it yet.â
âPlease!â You cry, so completely at his mercy, body shaking, heels piercing your thighs with each roll of his hips. âPlease l-let me, Iâll be goodâ Iâll listen, I wonât ever look at him againââ
Your fingers curl into the duvet beneath you, pleasure, desperation, the stimulation youâre getting from his cockhead over your clit is enough, itâs fast enough, he said no. Heâs focused on your core, how his cock slides against your slick, how it bubbles and swirls around your folds with each thrust of his hips.
 âYunho,â you cry, a little louder, more severe, âInside, p-please!â
He grits through tight teeth, âShut the fuck up.â
Your body locks, bones feeling tight, stuck to each muscle like one look from him had turned you to stone. Small, stuttered breaths escape you one after another, rising in pitch, he can feel the stemming pleasure in your gut, he knows itâs building, he can see it on your face.Â
Youâre close, but heâs closer. He takes the chance, fucking into his fist before his cock meets the wet heat your folds, he grunts out a curse, fingers so tight around your thigh it hurts.
âYou wanna cum?â His eyes flicker upward and your heart stops dead in your chest.Â
âY-Yesâ Yes Yunho, please, Iâll do anythingââ
âBeg for it.â
Incoherent babbles disguised as pleas, nothing more, a display of desperation that was music to his ears. His hips stutter with each whimper, each whine, the wetness on your cheeks, your body thatâs steaming under his touch, itâs so hot his stomach curls with his approaching orgasm.
He chokes on a groan, âYouâre so fucking stupid, you donât learn. Nothing but a dumb, desperate whore.â
You moan and he gasps, thighs twitching as he ruts into his fist like an animal, fucking himself through the orgasm that leaves your cunt, your belly, your thighs covered in cum, his third orgasm. Your knees tie together, a sob so defeated and tired ripping from your gut, your cunt pulses, he can see it. He canât stop himself from pushing his cock inside.
âYunho!â You all but whisper, wrecked voice bouncing off the walls, body thrashing against him.Â
He moans, small but there, itâs suffering and overstimulated. Your wrists burn, halfway up your back, arched so high the leather doesnât touch you. You can feel your tears pooling in your ears, sobbing in relief and satisfaction and sheer fucking pleasure.Â
He doesnât move. He sits there, face tied together in overstimulation, lips caught between his teeth, fingers holding onto your legs for purchase like he might die if he didnât grab onto you with all his strength.Â
âPlease,â you cry, âMove.â
His jaw clenches, breathing manual, chest rising and falling so heavily you regret the word as soon as it passes through your lips.Â
âI canât take it,â you continue through the regret, another mistake. âIâm yours, Yunho, I- I belong to you, Iâm your whore, your sleeveââ
âIf you were my fucking whore you wouldnât disobey me,â he grits out, you can feel his thighs shaking, but he adjusts himself to fuck into you properly. âSay it if you need to, but youâve taken it before and I know you can take it again.â
The word is nowhere near your tongue and he knows it.Â
âQuit crying, then,â he moves his hands, fingers sinking beneath your back to hold your waist, thumbs sliding where they slipped through his cum on your sides. âIâm tired of hearing it. Youâre getting what you want.â
âI want to cum,â you cry out, youâre sure youâve broken skin at the heel of your palms from how hard your nails have cut into them, you can barely feel the sting. His fingers bruise your back, keeping you still, forcing you to take it as he slips out agonizingly slow, and pushes back inside.Â
âI donât think you deserve it,â he sounds unaffected by being inside you, like fucking your thighs really was the same, if not better. Your sobs reflect the thought, feeling so used, full of shame; the flame of desire that dwells within your gut is nowhere close to being smothered, you need more, you need to be full of him, you need to cum around his cock.Â
âPleâ ase,â you choke on the word, âY-Yunho, please.â
âPussy missed me,â he sounds like heâs reminiscing, âListen, sheâs suckinâ me in.â
You hear it then, the squelch, the ungodly sound of his cock sliding into you fluidly. You wallow in it, the humiliating noise, the feeling of him running over that spot with every thrust, filling you up like heâs carved himself space inside you, whittled at your womb until you could take him and him only.Â
âThere you go,â itâs not praise, itâs relief, âFinally giving up. So much better when youâre easy.â
Thereâs nothing left inside you but sound, desperate and aching, it fills the room on top of the sound of his hipbones slapping against your thighs, the room sounding wet and disgusting. Pressure builds, steady and true, his rhythm daunting, pushing you closer to an edge you donât know if heâll let you fall off of.Â
âThis is all you need,â his voice sounds heavier, layered with pressure, âMy cock fucking you full. You donât need to think, donât need to breathe, you donât need to be.âÂ
You breathe out a noise, a babble about getting close, he doesnât hear it. You sink deeper into the haze with each thrust, consumed by pleasure, cheek sliding against the duvet every time his cockhead kisses your cervix.Â
âYou all dumb for me?â You can hear his smile, âFuck, are you finally broken, baby? Feel nothing but me? Thinking of nothing but me?â
The leather binding your wrists feels miles away. Youâre reaching, he knows it.
His hips snap against yours, so brutal and unforgiving, pleasure is an unwrapped gift with how your orgasm hits, catching you off guard. The sound that rips through you is deafening, limbs thrashing against the duvet, your restraints, itâs too late for him to slip his cock out. He knows it, even if he does it anyway, you cry out, hips bucking against nothing searching for friction to extend your orgasm as long as you can.Â
He doesnât speak when he flips you over. His hands are rough, movements quick, his cock splits you open the moment your knees hit the mattress. You donât get a second to feel relief.
âYouâre nothing but a greedy fucking whore,â each word is punched, animalistic, angry and ragged; your spine bends toward him, cunt clenching around him, toes digging into the heels on your feet. He pushes you down with one hand, âKeep that fucking back down.â
âAgain,â you cry, weak and desperate, âAgain.â
Heâs fucking you like he hates you, like your pleasure meant nothing to him. Brows furrowed, jaw sharp like a blade, heâs angry as his cock drills inside you, chest red and splotchy, sweat beading down his mismatched skin.Â
âShut the fuck up,â he growls, âStupid bitch, youâre only making it worse for yourself.â
âIâm sorryââ
He lands a sharp smack to your ass, âDonât fuckinâ apologize. Deal with the consequences.â
âIâm sorry!â Itâs louder this time, strained. Your hips fuck back, knees buried in the bed for stability, âI need you, I need it, I need to cum again, pleaseâ please Yunho, Iâllââ
He reaches down to push your face into the mattress, âI told you to shut the fuck up, listen for once in your goddamn life.â
Mouth meeting cotton, you canât catch your breath, shins kicking against the mattress. His pace is angry, brutal, you can feel yourself falling apart, pleasure and pain melting together, desperation and satisfaction blending into one. Your head feels fuzzy again from the loss of air, cloudy in a way that means submission, your body softens.
He lets go of your head to grab onto the belt with one hand, pulling you up, back level with your hips, your sobs becoming verbal once again. Your head hangs low, deadweight for him to hold.
âSay youâre sorry.â
Light, airy, your cloudy eyes meet the duvet, âIâm s-sorryââ
âSay it like you fucking mean it.â
You wince, âIâm so sorry, sir.â
His voice sounds rigid, like he might cum again. âTell me what you are.â
The answer comes easy, âIâm a whore.â
He lands a sharp smack to your ass, âYouâre less than that.â
âIâm n-nothing,â you whimper, âA h-hole, a sleeve.â
He lets go of the belt and you fall against the mattress, a rough sound muffled as your chest hits cotton. He flattens you with his palms, lowering his weight over your back until his skin sticks to yours, he slides one arm beneath you, under your chest, cupping your jaw with one huge palm. He guides your head to the side to see him, sweaty and angled and fucked out, but he rounds out when he sees youâ face flushed, wet with saliva, tears, splotched and messy, your eyes glossy and huge and somewhere else.Â
He starts rolling his hips into you again, slower, just as damning, âYouâre missing something.â
Your brows furrow, clenching around him, mewling out something incoherent before asking, âM-missing?â
He rolls his hips, cock brushing over that spot, you shake against him, body trembling. He bites his lip roughly like heâs forcing himself into composure before he asks, âWhoâs hole? Whoâs sleeve?â
âY-Yours!â Youâre scrambling to correct your mistake, âIâm y-yours. Your whore, your hole, your sleeve. Yours to use.â
He moans, soft and wilted and fucking angelic. His rhythm doesnât falter, patient but aimed, like he wanted you to feel every inch, every vein. You canât move, stuck under his weight, held in his palm, your face forms to gratification, lips open but silent, eyelids fluttering, you feel like youâve given him all of you. Your pleasure, your pain, he holds it all in the palm of his hand, he holds you like youâre something sacred.Â
âMade for me,â his voice is quieter, soft at the edges. âOnly I could love you like this. Broken, small.â He drops into just above a whisper, âRuined.â
âPlease,â you whisper, a single tear running down your cheek, âCum inside me.â
Hot salt meets his fingers, his grip tightens ever so slightly, cock twitching inside you. âCum for me first. Show me how well you listen.â
Your brows furrow, instinct at war with his tone, his words. Even if you donât know how honest he is, your body reacts, rutting against his thrusts, clenching around his length that sails over the front of your walls with purpose. Climbing, reaching, you stare into his dark, focused eyes, softly whimpering, âYunho.â
âI got you, Iâll let you,â he encourages, his tone not fully sweet. âJust this once.â
Your body trusts him, enough that your peak approaches in a cloudy haze; you tremble in pleasure, choking on a cry, crumbling against his arm that holds you still, steady, safe.Â
âFuck,â itâs a hot word in your ear, âSo fucking tight.â
His hips pick up and you move, tears falling hot again, overstimulated and forced in a cycle of pleasure, your wrists pull, your legs thrash, your whines pick up, his grip tightens on your jaw.Â
âWant me to fill this pussy up?â His breathing is as verbal as his question, âYou think you deserve it?â
âYes,â you answer in a cry, âI do, I do, pleaseâ inside, sir, Yunho, pleaseââ
He gruffs out a noise squeezed from his throat, hips smacking against your skin, stuttering. His fingers push up on your jaw until it closes, silencing you with fingers pressed in your face, his head dipping low as he chases his orgasm.Â
âSlutty fucking cunt,â he growls out, lips just grazing your shoulder he lifted, âNo you donât.â
You donât process the rejection as he lifts himself, you turn over with haste in the second it takes to settle, pleas on your tongue; heâs already crawling over you, knees beside your shoulders, fist wrapped around his cock.Â
âYunho, noââ
âLearn from this.â He pumps his length with fervor, knuckles white, hips bucking into his own hand. âRemember this the next time you think about giving my property away.â
You donât know how you have any more tears to give. Sucking down air, body thrashing beneath his thighs that pin you down, you wail. He watches, lips parting, brows furrowing, like your face and your pain was getting him off, it doesnât take long until heâs groaning, cock spilling ropes of white onto your cheeks, your nose, your hair, your chest.Â
Heartbreak blooms. Chest cracking, you succumb to the tears, slipping from your half-open eyes down to the streaks of white on your face, mixing into salty, thick heat. You might be talking, repetition of no filling the air like itâd rewind time, convince him to fill you up again and leave his mark behind.Â
He takes his time crawling off you, turning you halfway, one hand skillfully prying the belt undone. Your arms are free but you canât feel the air on your wrists, even as he moves them in front of you. Sitting beside you he lifts your wrists, checking them, moving the pads of his thumbs over your swollen veins on the inside.Â
âFist,â itâs soft; a direct order, one without malice. You barely hear it over your cries, but you flex your fingers, make a fist, he nods once in approval, thumbs ghosting over the red, broken crescents in the heels that your nails left behind.Â
Tangling his fingers with yours, itâs not a show of affection, he moves your wrists in a circular motion, clockwise, then counter-clockwise, watching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. Thereâs none, other than your dejected cries, he knows you well enough to know the difference.Â
Laying your wrists softly beside you, he crawls downward, lifting one leg, untying the buckle at your ankle. He slips your heel off your foot, pressing a kiss to the underside of your toes, another to your ankle. He moves to the other after gently laying your leg down, repeating the process, his lips soft against your skin.
He leans forward again, stretching his legs out beneath him, slinging an arm under your shoulders to tuck you into his chest. Your forehead meets his skin, wet and sticky with sweat, his cum, saliva; being eased into comfort after so long of not having it just makes you cry harder. He lets you release, one hand in your scalp, the other grazing your back, he doesnât speak until your sobs lower, when youâve reached a point that you have nothing else to spend.Â
âYou did so well for me,â he whispers, lips softly meeting your roots. âTook everything I gave you, Iâm so proud of you.â
All you can respond is a whimper, soft and light, the only sound you have left inside. Exhaustion lays heavy like a blanket, its weight on your eyelids, on your legs, in the arches of your feet.Â
âIâm gonna go get you some water.âÂ
Your shaky arms reach, neck bending, holding him close with your palm on his waist. Meeting his eye, seeing him, you hope he can see the not yet in your eyes. His face deflates into roundness as his thumb meets your cheek, wiping slick off your skin thatâs gone cold by now. His eyes sparkling and soft, heâs in caretaker modeâ the doing after he takes, you arenât ready for it yet. You need him.Â
His eyes flicker to your lips and he can feel the way you bend for him, into him, asking for it without saying a word. His lips meet yours with delicacy, a soft graze of his lips before you part for him, beckoning for more. He lets his lips mold with yours, open and sweet, no haste, gradual and slow, his hands exploring your skin, your palm reaching upward to cup his cheek.Â
âOne more,â you whisper into his mouth, using all your might to form words. Your ankle hooks over his back, a shaky breath escaping you when your body meets the cold slick of his spent length. He hisses at the friction, head beginning to shake, you cut him off before he can speak. âPlease.â
His eyes study your face for a moment. âYou can handle it?â
âI need it,â your voice cracks on the second word. âNeed to feel that you love me.â
His brows furrow, âBaby.â
âYunho,â you whimper in the same tone, âPlease.â
He catches your lips in a kiss and youâre not met with any more haste than before. Itâs slow, passionate, heâs burning words onto your tongue, making you feel it instead of him saying it. He reaches down between your bodies, pumping his cock once, twice, pushing a small sound into your mouth, one you swallow down, tucking it beside your heart. Running his tip through your folds, you brace yourself, legs already shaking, bruised and battered and still aching for more.Â
You wince as he starts pushing inside, his lips meet your jaw. On your sides, facing each other, you throw your arms over his shoulders, his hands sinking down around your waist, from how close you lay thereâs barely any room for him to feed you a full thrust. He tries, grinding his cock against that spot inside you, eating every soft, wrecked moan you spill.Â
âI love you so much,â he finally says, âEvery inch of you, every part of this body.â
You whimper, fingers curling into his hair with no force, succumbing to the pleasure, the slight sting of overstimulation.Â
âYou take everything,â he whispers, lips against your cheek, you feel his breath, the severity of his words. âDo so fucking well for me every time. I need you.â Your heart jumps, clenching around him, pressure stemming. He repeats, voice a little louder, âI need you, love you sâmuch, âd do anything for you.â
Your hands drop to his shoulderblades, nails sinking in, breath growing heavier, a soft moan slipping past your lips, into his mouth. You whimper, voice cracking, âIâm sorry.â
âI know,â his fingertips curl into your back, âI know, baby.â
âI love you,â your voice cracks again, breath going uneven, he kisses you softly.Â
Your hips move with his, meeting each roll, the slick sound of your still-soaked center a symphony in your dimlit bedroom. He hears when your breathing shifts, as you start to climb. âYes,â he encourages, voice dripping in praise, âCum for me, baby, you deserve it. Did so good for me.â
Your breath hitches, hips twitching against him, he rolls into you a little harder. He kisses you, tongue sloppy inside your mouth, tasting everything youâd given him tonight, taking responsibility for it all. He turns you just slightly, angling you onto your back a little more so he can piston his hips higher, against that spot inside you. Your leg dangles, leaving your body spread and open, so trusting it makes his stomach do a flip. He presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles.
He knows youâre seeing stars by the loud, pitched cry from your throat, he curses under his breath, âCâmon, cum for me. Give it to me, let me have it, I need it.â
Your spine bends on command, thighs shaking, pleasure washing over you in tremors. Eyes squeezing shut, he kisses your unmoving mouth, fingers working your clit, fucking you through it, extending your release, pulling it deeper, hotter, longer.Â
He kisses your cheek when a tear slips out, wiping his upper lip with his tongue. Your face is bent up in pleasure, eyes big and doe-like, pupils dilated. You mumble, voice little and weak, âPlease cum inside me.â
His pace quickens, chasing instead of supplying, voice caught in his chest. You kiss him again, sloppier, moaning into his mouth as he fucks into you steadily, fingers curling into his hair while you fuck him back. He chokes on a moan, hand splayed across your abdomen, hips losing their rhythm before he stutters, legs shaking, spilling everything thatâs left inside him to give.Â
Winded, breathing heavy, Yunhoâs spent. Thereâs nothing but the sound of your breath in the room, he keeps his cock inside you until itâs soft and even then you wait until discomfort knocks on your door to part.Â
âCan I clean you up?â He asks into the silence, palm still heavy over your sticky stomach.Â
You moan your disagreement. âWe need to shower.â
He rolls over, pressing a soft kiss onto your cheek, âAre you strong enough to?â
Your head turns, meeting his eye, a smile curving your lips to a singular degree. âI donât really have a choice. You came on me twiceâ three times?â
He plants his palms on either side of your head, eyes meeting the ceiling in thought. âMouth, thighs, stomach, face, inside. Three.âÂ
You throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him down to kiss you. A soft, quick peck, âI love you.â
âI love you too,â he smiles into your lips, âIâll carry you and clean you, you donât have to do anything. Iâll change our sheets, weâll eat something, watch our showâŚâ
You nod slowly, brain drifting. From the most vulnerable part of your foggy mind comes a question, voice thin as you ask, âYou know I donât want Yeosang, right?âÂ
His eyes flicker over your face, searching for the emotion that asked the question.
âOf course,â he replies, full of confidence, already spitting quick reassurance, âWeâre perfect. Iâm not angry at you, Iâm not upset with you, I donât have any feelings that will fester over tonight. Are you okay? Did I push you too far?â
You shake your head, âNo.â Biting your lip, they scrunch to one side. âIâm okay, I just⌠Donât stray too far away from me tonight. Please.â
He leans down to press another kiss on your forehead, âI wonât leave your side. I promise.â
rent-free /rÉnt-fri/ (verb) The act of turning âyou donât have to pay rentâ into âyou have to pay with your dignity, your gag reflex, and every drop of self-respect you had left when you moved in.â
RULES ON THE FRIDGE:
-Panties banned after 8 p.m.
-Movie nights on someoneâs lap.
-Counter sex while dinner cooks.
-Daily spankings, gropes, throat-fucks, and creampies like itâs rent payment.
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THE FLYER WAS TAPED CROOKED TO THE COMMUNITY BOARD in the lobby of your old building, curling at one corner like it had tried to escape and given up halfway through. The corkboard itself was a graveyard of desperation, lost cats with blurry photos, guitar lessons from a man named Reginald who swore he toured âalmost professionally,â a babysitting offer written in glitter pen. But this one, this violently neon pink rectangle, felt different.
Black Sharpie, pressed hard enough to dent the cardstock.
ROOM FOR RENT â ONE FEMALE ROOMMATE WANTED
- 5-bedroom apartment downtown. Utilities split 5 ways. No pets, no drama, no bullshit.
- Must be clean, chill, and okay with guys. Serious inquiries only.
- Four guys already here, all employed, clean(ish), no drama. Serious inquiries only.
- Text 82-10-XXXX-XXXX. First come, first served.Â
Don't waste our time.
No photos. No bullet points about ârespectful boundariesâ or âshared Netflix password.â Just that blunt, cocky little block of text, like they knew exactly what kind of person would bite anyway. The rent figure was unreal, half what you'd been paying for your shoebox studio that smelled faintly of regret and yesterday's takeout. You stared at it for a full minute, thumb hovering over your phone screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it does when you're about to make a decision that's either genius or catastrophic. Â
And then there was the line written in red pen, scrawled untidily, looking like a disastrous attempt at cursive.
âShe better be hot lolâ
Crossed out once, aggressively. Then underlined twice, like whoever wrote it had second thoughts about the shame and decided to recommit. You stared at that part the longest.
Your current apartment smelled like damp carpet and stale air no matter how many candles you burned. The windows rattled every time the train passed. Your landlord had the audacity to send out a mass email about a âmaintenance fee adjustmentâ that was definitely just code for I bought a new car and youâre helping pay for it.
Rent had started to feel like a chokehold. And this, four guys, one girl, big downtown apartment, utilities split five ways, was a stupidly good number. Too good. Which should have been your first red flag.Â
Your reflection in the lobby mirror looked tired. A little reckless. The kind of girl who was one bad decision away from either ruining her life or improving it dramatically. You took a picture of the flyer. You hesitated.
You zoomed in on the red scribble. You told yourself you were an adult. That you could handle four random men in a shared space. That this was just housing, not a horror movie opening scene. Then you texted the number before your common sense could wrestle your thumbs away.
You: Hi, saw the flyer for the roommate spot. Still available? Interested if the details match up. What's the move-in date?
The three dots appeared almost instantly. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. Your stomach did that awful, fluttery dip it does before you step into something you canât undo.
Unknown: yeah it's open. u got a name sweetheart?
Sweetheart. You actually rolled your eyes. You told yourself you rolled your eyes. But something warm slid low in your stomach anyway. Casual ownership. Teasing. A test.
You: Y/N. And yeah, I do. When can I come see it?
The typing bubbles came back. Stayed. Disappeared. Came back again. Then your phone vibrated with a voice note instead of text. You stared at it for a full second.
Who the fuck sends voice notes to strangers?
You slipped in one earbud like you were about to overhear something you werenât meant to. You hit play. Chaos. Not the polite kind. Not the muffled, distant kind. The kind that sounds like bodies moving and furniture scraping and too many voices in one space.
ââtold you the flyer was too obvious, dumbassââ
âShut the fuck up, she texted, didnât she?â
âBet sheâs mid. Fifty says sheâs mid.â
âFifty says sheâs a freak whoâll cry after one night.â
Explosive laughter. Low and rough and layered. Someone swore. There was a thud like someone got shoved into a couch. Another voice yelling, âGive me the phoneââ
Your pulse was in your throat. It felt intrusive. Intimate. Like you were already inside their space, hearing something raw and unfiltered. Then the chaos snapped. Cut clean. A different presence took over. Closer to the mic. Lower.
â...Y/N, right?â Your name sounded slower in his mouth. Like heâd rolled it around once before saying it.
âThis is Heeseung.â
The way he said it wasnât introduction. It was declaration. The background noise dimmed, not because the room got quieter, but because he stepped away from it. You could picture it without trying: him turning his back to the others, leaning against something, one hand braced on a counter, phone lifted close enough that his breath ghosted the mic.
The kind of voice that didnât rush. The kind that didnât need to. âPlace is still open. Come by tomorrow. 7 p.m. sharp. Weâll be here.â
Weâll be here. Not Iâll be here. A collective. A warning. There was a beat of silence. Not awkward. Deliberate. âBring your shit if you like what you see. We donât do second viewings.â
And then it ended. No goodbye. No emoji. No softening. Just the click of the recording stopping, leaving his voice hanging in your ear like smoke in a closed room. You sat on your sagging futon with the cheap springs poking through the cushion and replayed it. Twice.
The arguing in the background. The laughter. The careless comments. The way he had cut through all of it like a knife sliding into silk. You told yourself they sounded like idiots. You told yourself this was exactly the kind of environment youâd sworn youâd never put yourself in. But your thighs pressed together anyway, tension curling low and restless, not quite fear and not quite excitement.
You imagined the apartment. Exposed brick. Too much space. Music playing too loud. A kitchen that actually had room to breathe in. Four men who moved through it like they owned it. And one empty room.
Waiting. You should have blocked the number. Should have deleted the thread. Should have found a nice, quiet girls-only share in the suburbs where the biggest drama would be someone stealing your almond milk. Instead, you typed back.
You: 7 p.m. tomorrow. Address?
The reply came faster this time.
Heeseung: [pinned location]Donât be late, sweetheart. We hate waiting.
You read that last line more than once. We hate waiting. It sounded less like a preference and more like a rule. You packed that night with a strange kind of calm. One duffel bag. Just enough clothes to rotate for a few days. Toiletries. Charger. The essentials. You folded each item slowly, like you were preparing for something bigger than just a new address.
Your studio looked even smaller with your things missing. The walls felt closer. The air heavier. You stood in the middle of it and imagined tomorrow. The elevator ride up. The door opening. Four sets of eyes. The apartment smelling like expensive cologne and something darker. Smoke, maybe. Leather. Ego.
You imagined him. Them. All four of them. Either unfairly good-looking men who were complete assholes, or unimpressive men who were still complete assholes. The asshole part was a constant. The hotness was the only variable.
Not that it mattered. Of course it didnât.
You didnât know his face, but you knew the voice. Low. Steady. Amused. The kind of voice that didnât rush for anyone.
You imagined the smirk youâd heard through the speaker, lazy, confident, practiced. Probably rich, too. Not new-money loud, but old-money careless. Daddyâs money had a look. It looked like never checking price tags.
You zipped the duffel closed. This was reckless. Stupid, even. The kind of decision that looked sensible only from far away, like a bruise that passed for lavender in low light. Rent had been pressing in for months, a dull gray weight at the base of your skull, constant as weather. You told yourself that was all this was. Survival. Logistics. Math.
But that wasnât the whole truth. There was something about his voice. Not the depth of it, not even the amusement. It was the contrast, the velvet laid carefully over something serrated. Chaos humming behind glass. Control presented like a gift.
It had sounded dark blue through the speaker. Not navy. Not midnight. Something electric and expensive. The kind of blue that didnât apologize for swallowing light. You should have been afraid of it.
Maybe you were. But the risk didnât feel like falling. Falling was abrupt. Colorless. Final. This felt different. It felt like stepping across the gold line in a painting, the one the artist never meant anyone to cross. Like touching wet paint just to see if it would stain. Like walking into a story that had already decided what to do with you.
7 p.m. Sharp. You arrive at 6:58 p.m.
Not because youâre punctual by nature, but because something about Donât be late. We hate waiting. lodged under your skin and stayed there all day.
The building is taller than you expected. Glass-fronted. Industrial. The kind of place that tries to look effortless and ends up looking expensive instead. The lobby smells faintly of artificially scented cleaner, probably lemon, and polished concrete. Exposed brick climbs one wall in a deliberate, curated way that says urban charm instead of structural compromise.
You stand in front of the elevator with your duffel bag hooked over one shoulder and a medium-sized suitcase at your side. You told yourself youâd bring only what you needed for a week.
You lied.
The elevator doors slide open with a soft metallic sigh. You step inside. Your reflection in the mirrored walls looks smaller than you feel. Lip gloss reapplied in the car. Hair brushed back into place. A quiet, deliberate choice in your outfit, effortless enough to pretend you didnât try, fitted enough to know you did.
The numbers climb. Your pulse climbs with them. You tell yourself this is housing. Just housing. Four men sharing rent in a five-bedroom apartment isnât unheard of. This isnât a cult. This isnât a frat house. This isnâtâ
The elevator dings. The doors part. And the first thing you hear is laughter. It spills into the hallway like it lives there. Low, overlapping, careless. The door to their unit is already open. You donât knock. You step inside.
The apartment is bigger than the pictures couldâve shown. High ceilings with steel beams running across them. Floor-to-ceiling windows pouring in late afternoon light that turns everything gold. A massive sectional couch in charcoal gray dominates the living space. Thereâs a long dining table made of reclaimed wood, scuffed in places that look intentional.
Music hums low from somewhere, bass-heavy, lazy. And then, you see them. All four of them. Shirtless. You stop walking. Theyâre scattered across the living area in a way that suggests they were doing something physical, lifting, maybe, but not something that required shirts. One is crouched by a stack of flattened cardboard boxes. Another leans against the kitchen island with a bottle of water tipped to his lips. Someone else stands near the couch, forearms flexed as he adjusts the hem of his joggers.
They notice you at the same time. Conversation dies. Itâs not dramatic. Not loud. It just⌠stops. Four pairs of eyes land on you. And stay there. You feel it before you process it. The weight of being looked at. Not glanced. Not politely assessed. Looked at. Slowly. Thoroughly. Like youâre an answer to a question theyâve already been debating.
The one by the kitchen island lowers his bottle first. Heâs tall. Lean muscle, not bulky. Collarbone sharp under the light. Damp hair pushed back from his forehead like heâs just showered or run a hand through it too many times. His gaze drags over you without apology. From your shoes. Up your legs.
To your waist. Your chest. Your mouth. Your eyes. He doesnât look away when you meet his stare. That has to be Heeseung. The voice fits.
âY/N.â
It isnât a question. Your name sounds different in the open air of the apartment. Deeper. Warmer. More tangible. âYeah.â Your voice comes out steady, which surprises you.
He pushes off the island and walks toward you. The other three follow slower, not crowding but not retreating either. You become aware of everything at once. The quiet click of your suitcase wheels settling. The way your fingers tighten around the strap of your duffel. The faint sheen of sweat along their collarbones.
They mustâve been moving furniture. Or maybe they just wanted an excuse to be shirtless when you arrived. The thought hits you uninvited. And then, you realize youâre staring, too. One of them, broader shoulders, dark hair falling into his eyes, lets out a low whistle.
âNot mid,â he mutters.
The guy beside him elbows his ribs. A cocky grin already spreading over his lips nonetheless before he disrupts it by caging his lower lip between his teeth. âShut up.â Heat crawls up your neck.
Heeseung stops about three feet in front of you. Close enough that you can see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. Close enough to smell something clean and subtle, soap, maybe, or skin warmed by movement. He tilts his head slightly.
âYouâre on time.â
âI said I would be.â
A corner of his mouth lifts. Behind him, one of the others steps forward and grabs your suitcase handle before you can protest. âWeâll take that.â
Itâs said casually, but thereâs something about the way he says we again that makes your stomach dip. The fourth one finally speaks. âYou bring everything?â
âJust enough to survive a week,â you reply.
He laughs. âSmart.â They move around you with unsettling ease. Not touching you. Not yet. But close enough that the air shifts when they pass. You step fully into the apartment as your suitcase is rolled toward the hallway. The door shuts behind you with a quiet click that feels louder than it should. You turn slowly, taking in the space.
The kitchen is massive, marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, open shelving that somehow looks organized despite the presence of four men. There are plants near the windows. A guitar propped casually against the wall.
This isnât a mess. It isnât chaotic. Itâs lived-in. Comfortable. Dangerously comfortable. âRoomâs down the hall,â Heeseung says. âLast one on the right.â
You nod, but you donât move yet. Because theyâre still looking at you. Not in a way that feels crude. But undeniably⌠interested. Assessing. One of them, taller than the rest, sharper features, leans back against the wall and crosses his arms. His eyes crinkle, âSo,â he says slowly. âYou cool living with guys?â The question isnât innocent. You lift your chin slightly.
âI wouldnât be here if I wasnât.â
His gaze flickers, approval, maybe. The broad-shouldered one smirks.
âYou get easily offended?â
âNo.â
âYou snore?â
âNot that I know of.â
âGot a boyfriend?â
The question lands differently. You glance at Heeseung. He hasnât spoken. Heâs watching you. Waiting. You meet his eyes and answer evenly, âNo.â
The silence that follows is subtle, but it shifts something. Like a door quietly unlocking. Heeseung gestures down the hall. âCome see your room.â
You follow. The hallway is lined with closed doors. Music grows fainter as you move away from the main space. Your suitcase wheels roll softly against polished concrete. He opens the last door and steps aside to let you in first. The room is bigger than you expected.
Large window. Soft gray walls. A queen-sized bed frame already assembled. A desk near the corner. Closet doors sliding open to reveal empty hangers. It doesnât feel like someone just left it. It feels like it was waiting.
You step inside. He follows. The others hover at the doorway, leaning casually against the frame like theyâre watching a show. âWell?â one of them asks. You set your duffel down on the bed.
âItâs⌠really nice.â Heeseung walks to the window and pulls the curtain slightly, letting more light in.
âTold you. No bullshit.â He turns to face you fully. Thereâs something different now that youâre in a smaller space. More contained. More charged. You can feel the other three just outside the room. Listening. You cross your arms loosely.
âWhatâs the actual catch?â
One of the guys snorts from the hallway. Heeseungâs lips twitch. âNo catch.â
âFour guys, one girl, cheap rent, no second viewings. Thereâs always a catch.â
He steps closer. Not enough to trap you. Just enough to make you aware of proximity. âWe donât like flakes,â he says quietly. âWe donât like drama. We donât like people who pretend theyâre chill and then arenât.â
âAnd if Iâm not?â
âThen you wonât last.â
The words arenât cruel. Theyâre factual. You swallow. âIs that a threat?â
His gaze drops briefly to your mouth. Then back up. âItâs information.â
The other three laugh softly behind him. âYou scared?â someone calls.
You step closer instead of back. âNo.â And thatâs the truth. Youâre not scared. Youâre wired. Thereâs a difference. He studies you for a long second. Then nods once.
âGood.â He steps back, creating space again. âYou can move in tonight if you want.â Your heartbeat stutters.
âThat was the deal.â One of them pushes off the doorframe. âGuess weâve got a new roommate.â The broad-shouldered one grins. âWelcome to the madhouse.â
They disperse slightly after that. Not fully. But enough to let you breathe. You kneel on the bed to unzip your duffel, aware of eyes tracking the movement. A shirt comes out. Toiletry bag. A pair of heels you probably wonât need but packed anyway.
From the hallway, a voice says quietly, âSheâs staying.â
âObviously,â another replies.
You pretend not to hear. But your skin hums. Because beneath the jokes. Beneath the cocky questions. Thereâs something else. A tension that hasnât snapped yet. An understanding that this isnât just about splitting rent. You donât know the rules. You donât know the lines. But you feel them. Drawn. Invisible. Waiting. You stand and smooth your hands down your sides.
âIâll bring the rest tomorrow.â Heeseung leans against the wall now, arms crossed. âTake your time.â
Your gaze locks again. The eye contact lingers too long to be accidental. Too steady to be polite. Itâs not crude. Itâs not rushed. Itâs slow. Deliberate. Like heâs memorizing you.
And maybe, youâre memorizing him, too.
Friday night settles in outside the window, the sky deepening from gold to blue. You came here for cheap rent. For square footage. For practical reasons. But as the music in the living room turns louder and someone calls your name like youâve always belonged here, you realize something quietly, dangerously simple. This wasnât just a listing.
It was an invitation. And you accepted it. The kitchen island becomes your first battlefield.
Someone, Jay, you learn later, has already spread out a chaotic spread of takeout: greasy fried chicken in red-and-white buckets, japchae tangled in sesame oil, bulging containers of tteokbokki still steaming, a few lonely mandu that look like they've been fought over. Plastic forks and chopsticks clatter. No plates. No pretense of civility.
You slide onto one of the high stools, thighs sticking slightly to the leather from the heat still clinging to your skin after the move. Your thin white tank clings in all the wrong-right places, damp from nerves and the apartment's lazy, cold thermostat. No bra underneath because you'd changed into "comfy" clothes after unpacking the bare minimum. Big mistake.
Or the best one you've made all week. They circle like sharks who've already scented blood. Heeseung claims the stool right beside you without asking. His bare knee knocks yours under the island the second you settle. He doesn't move it. Neither do you. Jay drops onto the one across from you, broad shoulders taking up too much real estate. He leans forward on his elbows, forearms corded, watching you like you're the next thing on the menu.
Jake sprawls next to him, legs spread wide under the counter, one foot hooking casually around your ankle like it's always belonged there. He grins, pretty, boyish, filthy.
Sunghoon perches at the end like a king on his throne, long legs stretched out, one hand already tearing into a chicken wing. He licks sauce off his thumb slowly, eyes never leaving the front of your tank.
"Alright," Heeseung says, voice low and amused as he pops open a beer and slides one toward you without asking if you drink. "Introductions, since you're staying."
He drags a knuckle down your bare arm, slow, deliberate, like he's testing how soft you are. Goosebumps erupt instantly. "I'm Heeseung." His fingers linger at your wrist, thumb pressing your pulse point. "You already knew that." You nod, throat dry. Take a sip of the beer. It's cold. Sharp. Does nothing to cool the heat pooling between your legs.
Jay jerks his chin up. "Park Jongseong. Jay." He reaches across the island, grabs a piece of tteokbokki with his fingers, holds it out to you. "Open." You hesitate half a second. He raises one brow. "Don't make me feed you like a baby, sweetheart."
Your lips part. He pushes the sticky rice cake inside, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he pulls back. Sauce smears. He doesn't wipe it off. Just watches it glisten there.
"Jake Sim," the one with the foot around your ankle says. He leans in, elbow on the counter, chin in hand. His gaze drops blatantly to your chest. Your nipples have pebbled hard against the thin cotton, traitorous little peaks begging for attention. He bites his lip, lets out a soft, appreciative hum. "Fuck, you're not wearing a bra. Bold move, roomie."
Heat floods your face. Also lower. Sunghoon doesn't bother with words at first. He just stares, cold, assessing, predatory. Then he speaks, voice velvet and mean.
"Park Sunghoon." He drags a fry through sauce, offers it to you the same way Jay did. When you lean forward to take it, he pulls it back at the last second, makes you chase. You feel ridiculous. Wet. "Good girl." The praise lands like a slap. Your thighs clench.
Heeseung chuckles low beside you. His hand finds your knee under the island, big, warm, possessive. Slides up your inner thigh slow enough that you could stop him. You don't. His fingers stop just shy of where your shorts end, thumb stroking the crease where thigh meets hip. Back and forth. Lazy. Teasing the edge of your underwear.
"So," Jay says around a mouthful of chicken, eyes locked on the outline of your nipples like they're speaking to him personally. "What's your deal, Y/N? You always this easy to read?"
Jake snorts. Leans closer. "Bet she's already soaked just from us looking."
"Shut up," you mutter, but it comes out breathy. Weak.
Heeseung's thumb presses harder. "She is," he says quietly, like it's a fact he's confirming for the group. His other hand reaches up, casual, like he's reaching for more food, and brushes the side of your breast through the tank. The pad of his thumb grazes your nipple. Circles once.Â
You gasp. Small. Involuntary. Sunghoon smirks. "Told you. Instant slut for attention." Jay exchanges a look with Jake, dirty, conspiratorial. They both laugh under their breath.
"Pass her the spicy one," Jake says. "See if she cries."
Heeseung finally pulls his hand from between your legs, only to slide it around your waist instead. Tugs you closer until your side is flush against his bare chest. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. "Eat," he murmurs against your ear. Breath hot. "You're gonna need the energy."
You pick up a piece of chicken with shaking fingers. They watch every bite like it's porn. Sunghoon leans forward. "Question." You meet his eyes. Dark. Unblinking.
"You gonna pretend you're not dripping for us all night, or can we skip the bullshit and get to the part where you spread on the counter?"
Your chopsticks freeze halfway to your mouth. Jake groans softly. "Hyungâ"
"What?" Sunghoon shrugs. "We're all thinking it. She's sitting here with her tits out, clit probably throbbing, acting like she didn't come here to get fucked stupid by four guys who don't even know her last name."
Heeseung's hand slides higher again, this time under your tank. Palm flat against your bare stomach. Fingers splay wide. Claiming territory. Jay licks sauce off his lips. Slow. "Rent-free, remember? That pussy's been ours since you texted back."
Jake's foot slides higher up your calf. "Bet she clenches just hearing that." You do. They know. Heeseung's thumb finds your nipple again, pinches lightly through the fabric. Rolls it.
"Finish eating," he says, voice deceptively gentle. "Then we're gonna show you how we collect rent around here."
The words are disgusting. The way your body responds is worse. You swallow hard. Sauce still sticky on your lip. They wait. Patient. Filthy. Certain. Because they already know, you're not leaving this island until every inch of you is marked.
And the food? It's barely started getting cold. The takeout disappears faster than it should, mostly because your mouth is never empty for long.
Jay keeps tearing off pieces of chicken, dipping them in sauce, holding them to your lips like it's his personal mission to keep you full. His fingers linger every time, brushing your tongue, smearing gloss and grease across your chin until you're sticky and flushed. "Good girl," he murmurs once, low enough that only you hear it, but loud enough that the others smirk.
Heeseung never stops touching. His hand starts at your knee again, then climbs, slow, shameless, until it's high on your inner thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles over the damp cotton of your shorts. When you shift, trying to close your legs, he just spreads them wider with his knee. Casual. Like adjusting furniture. His other hand stays under your tank, palm flat against your stomach, fingers occasionally drifting up to pluck at your nipples like he's testing how hard they can get before you whimper.
They do get hard. Painfully so. The thin fabric does nothing to hide it.
Sunghoon leans back, legs spread, one hand lazily palming himself through his sweats while he watches. "Bet she's clenching every time Jay feeds her," he says, voice dripping. "Like a little hungry bird. Open wide, princess, here comes the next load."
Jake laughs, soft and filthy, leaning so close his breath fans your ear. "You're so fucking cute when you're pretending not to like it, baby. Look at you, your body is begging, thighs shaking. You gonna come just from us looking at you like the slut you are?" He drags his tongue along the shell of your ear. "Say 'please' and maybe we'll let you grind on the stool till you soak it."
You don't say please.
You just swallow another bite Jay pushes past your lips, choke a little when Heeseung's fingers slip under the leg of your shorts and graze the edge of your folds, wet, swollen, traitorous. They all hear the tiny, broken sound you make.
Sunghoon groans. "Fuck. That's the sound I wanna hear when she's choking on my dick later."
Dinner ends like that, messy, humiliating, electric.
When the last container is shoved aside, you mumble something about needing to unpack. Your voice is wrecked. Legs unsteady as you slide off the stool.
Heeseung's hand finally leaves your body, but not before he gives your ass a firm, possessive squeeze. "Go on, sweetheart. Get settled."
Their laughter follows you down the hallway, low, overlapping, knowing. "She's dripping down her thighs, I can smell it from here."
"Bet she locks the door and fingers herself thinking about us."
"Door stays unlocked from now on. House rule."
You shut yourself in the bedroom anyway. Heart hammering. Cheeks burning. Cunt throbbing so hard it hurts. You tell yourself you're just going to unpack. You don't.
The apartment feels smaller now, the air thicker, like the walls themselves are breathing. Youâre still sprawled on the edge of the mattress, knees wide, thin cotton shorts shoved down just far enough that the waistband bites into the tops of your thighs. Your tank top has ridden up under your breasts, nipples stiff and visible through the damp fabric. Two fingers are buried inside you, knuckle-deep, curling, pumping, while your thumb mashes frantic, messy circles over your swollen clit. Every stroke pulls a slick, obscene sound from between your legs. You canât stop. You donât want to stop.
The apartment is quiet for maybe ten minutes. Then you hear it. From the living room, muffled at first, then unmistakable. Low grunts. Wet, rhythmic sounds. Skin on skin. "New roommate's pussy looked so fucking tight," Jake's voice, breathy. "Bet she'd cry if I went in raw."
Jay, rougher: "I'd make her ride me reverse so I could watch that ass bounce while Heeseung fucks her throat."
Sunghoon, colder, meaner: "I'm breaking that little cunt open first. Gonna make her squirt all over the couch before the night's over."
Heeseung's voice cuts through, low, controlled, dangerous. "We're breaking her in slow. Let her think she has control for a day or two. Then we take turns stretching her till she forgets her own name."
More groans. Faster strokes. Someone swears. Someone moans your name, your actual fucking name, like it's already theirs. Your cunt clenches hard around your fingers at the memory. A fresh gush of wetness coats your palm. Youâre dripping onto the sheet now, dark spot spreading beneath your ass. You try to muffle the next whimper by biting the inside of your cheek, but it still leaks out, high and broken.
You come hard. Silent at first, then a choked whimper slips out when your fingers push inside, chasing the aftershocks. Your thighs shake. The bed creaks. The apartment has been dead silent for thirty seconds.
Then, floorboards creak. Not fast. Not rushed. Slow. Measured. One deliberate step after another. Your heart slams against your ribs so violently youâre sure they can hear it through the thin walls. You freeze, fingers still stuffed inside you, walls fluttering helplessly around them. You donât dare pull them out. Donât dare move. Every nerve feels peeled open, raw, screaming.
The footsteps stop right outside your door. You hold your breath. The knob turns. No knock. No warning. The door swings inward on silent hinges. Heeseung fills the frame.
No shirt. Sweatpants slung obscenely low, the thick ridge of his cock still half-hard and outlined against the gray cotton like itâs trying to tear through. A faint sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbones, down the cut of his abs. His hair is wrecked, fingers-raked, damp at the temples. His eyes are black, pupils blown, and the corner of his mouth curls in something that isnât quite a smile. Itâs possession wearing amusement like a mask.
He doesnât step inside. Not yet. He just leans one bare shoulder against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed, and lets his gaze drag over you, slow, deliberate, filthy. From the way your thighs tremble, to the hand still buried in your shorts, to the wet spot darkening the sheet, to your bitten-raw lip and glassy eyes.
âCaught you,â he murmurs. Voice so low it vibrates in your chest. Your fingers twitch involuntarily inside yourself. A tiny, helpless pump. You canât help it. His voice alone is enough to make your cunt spasm. He notices. Of course he notices. His head tilts. âYou didnât even lock the door, baby.â
The endearment lands like a slap and a caress at once. Your mouth opens, maybe to deny, maybe to beg, maybe just to breathe, but nothing comes out except a shaky exhale.
He takes one step forward. The floor creaks under his weight. Another step. Your pulse is in your throat, your clit, your fingertips. Youâre so wet itâs obscene, every tiny shift of your hips makes a slick sound youâre sure he can hear.
He stops at the foot of the bed. Close enough that you can smell him, clean sweat, faint cologne, the dark musk of arousal still clinging to his skin from whatever they were doing out there.
âLook at you,â he says softly. Almost tender. âLegs spread like you were waiting for an audience. Fingers stuffed in that greedy little hole while you listened to us talk about ruining you.â His eyes flick to where your hand disappears into your shorts. âDid you come thinking about Sunghoon splitting you open? Or Jay making you bounce on his cock while I fucked your throat raw?â
You make a sound, half sob, half moan. Your hips jerk up without permission, chasing your own fingers. Heeseungâs gaze darkens. âDonât stop.â
Your breath hitches. âKeep fucking yourself,â he orders, voice dropping into something darker, quieter, more dangerous. âLet me watch how desperate you got listening to us plan all the ways weâre gonna break you.â
Your fingers move before your brain catches up, slow at first, then faster, wetter, louder. The heel of your palm grinds against your clit with every thrust. Your other hand claws at the sheet. Your thighs shake so hard the bed frame rattles. Heeseung doesnât touch you. He just watches.
Eyes heavy-lidded. Breathing slow and controlled while yours comes in ragged little pants. The outline of his cock has thickened again, straining harder against the sweats. A dark spot blooms at the tip. "You were moaning our names," he says, tilting his head. "Heard you clear as day."
You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. He walks closer. Stops at the edge of the bed. Looks down at you, spread, flushed, fingers still glistening.
"First rule of the house," he says, voice velvet and final. He reaches down, grips your chin, tilts your face up so you have to meet his eyes. "If we hear you moaning our names, if you touch that pretty pussy thinking about us, you don't get to come alone anymore."
His thumb drags across your bottom lip, collecting the spit and gloss there. "You finish with one of us inside you. Or on you. Or watching. Your choice."
He leans in until his mouth is a breath from yours. "But tonight?" He smirks, slow, filthy, victorious. "Tonight you go to sleep wet and aching. No more touching. That's rule two."
He straightens. Steps back. "Get some rest, sweetheart."
He turns for the door. Pauses. Looks over his shoulder. "And tomorrow?" His smile is all teeth. "Rent's due."
The door clicks shut behind him. You lie back on the bed, heart slamming, thighs slick, body screaming. You don't touch yourself again. Not because you don't want to. But because you know, he's right outside. And they're all waiting for the next time you break.
Your gasp rips through the dim bedroom like a blade, but itâs not fear that claws up your throat, itâs the raw, electric shock of Jakeâs iron grip clamping around your upper arm, yanking you upright so violently the mattress squeaks in protest. Your eyes fly open to the sight of his wicked grin, teeth flashing white in the pale morning light filtering through half-drawn blinds. The sheets are torn away in one savage sweep, cool air slamming against your overheated skin like a slap. Your thin tank top is already bunched uselessly under your tits, the fabric twisted tight around your ribs, while your tiny sleep shorts have ridden so high they barely cover the swell of your ass cheeks, the crotch seam digging intently into your folds.
âMorning, roomie,â Jake purrs, voice dripping with mock sweetness and pure venom. He drags you out of bed like a ragdoll, your bare feet scrambling for purchase on the icy concrete floor, toes curling against the chill. His free hand instantly mauls your left tit, thick fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh, squeezing so hard your nipple hardens between his knuckles like a ripe berry. His thumb flicks it once, twice, three times, fast and brutal, like heâs punishing a disobedient little button. Pain blooms hot and sharp, shooting straight to your clit, and you hiss through clenched teeth, back arching involuntarily, pushing your chest further into his greedy palm.
He laughs, low, filthy, delighted, and crashes his mouth against your cheek in a wet, sloppy kiss thatâs all tongue and teeth. The flat of his tongue drags slow and deliberate across your flushed skin, leaving a thick trail of spit that cools instantly. He pulls back with a loud smack, lips shiny, eyes glittering with mischief.
âBreakfastâs waiting, princess. And youâre the main fucking course.â
He hauls you down the hallway, your legs stumbling, tits bouncing freely under the ruined tank, shorts still tangled around one thigh. The living room hits you like a fever dream: thick with the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, printer ink, and the unmistakable musk of four horny men whoâve already been stroking themselves thinking about this exact moment. Jayâs lounging like a king on the massive sectional sofa, legs spread wide in nothing but gray sweats that do nothing to hide the monstrous bulge tenting the fabric, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, the other lazily palming his cock through the material. He doesnât even stand. Just crooks two fingers at you, slow and commanding, a lazy smirk playing on his full lips.
Jake shoves you forward hard. You stumble straight into Jayâs waiting hands, rough, calloused palms gripping your hips like vices, and he yanks you down onto his lap in one fluid, possessive motion. Your bare ass cheeks land flush against the scorching heat of his massive morning wood, the thick ridge of it nestling perfectly between your cheeks through the thin sweats. He groans deep in his chest and rocks up once, grinding his fat cock against you so you feel every throbbing inch, every vein, the blunt head nudging right against your folds like a promise.
âSit pretty for me, slut,â Jay growls hot against the shell of your ear, breath smelling like mint and sin. One thick arm snakes around your waist, locking you down like a seatbelt made of steel. His other hand shoves up under your tank top, claiming your right tit fully, squeezing, kneading, rolling the nipple between rough fingers until itâs swollen and aching. You squirm helplessly, already leaking slick down your thighs, but he just chuckles darkly and pinches harder. âThatâs it. Feel how hard you make me first thing in the goddamn morning?â
Heeseung leans against the kitchen island like a statue carved from ice and hunger, arms crossed over his broad chest, black tank stretched tight across his muscles, sweatpants slung low enough to show the deep V of his hips. His dark eyes drink you in with that calm, terrifying amusement, lips curled in the barest smirk. Sunghoonâs perched on the arm of the couch like a predator in repose, long legs dangling, one hand already shoved inside his boxers, slowly fisting his long, pretty cock, tip flushed angry red, leaking precum in shiny beads that he smears down the shaft with lazy twists.
A single crisp sheet of paper is taped to the stainless-steel fridge, bold black Arial bullet points screaming authority.
Roommate Rules.
Jake claps once, sharp and theatrical, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. âNew roommate orientation, baby! Time to learn the house rules. Stand up, oh wait.â He grins viciously as Jayâs arm tightens, keeping you impaled on his lap, grinding slow circles so the ridge of his cock drags deliciously against your dripping cunt. âNever mind. Stay right there.â
Jay doesnât let you move an inch. Jake rips the paper free and slaps it into your trembling hands. âRead it. Out. Loud. Every word.â
Heeseungâs voice cuts through like velvet over steel. âAnd donât you dare stop.â
Your fingers shake so badly the paper rattles. Jayâs free hand dives straight down, past the waistband of your shorts, two thick fingers spearing into your soaked cunt without mercy, no teasing, no warmup. They curl viciously against your G-spot instantly, pumping in and out with wet, filthy squelching sounds that echo obscenely. Your walls clamp down greedily, sucking him deeper, and you choke on the first syllable.
âR-Rule⌠oneâŚâ Your voice cracks into a broken moan as Jay adds a third finger on the next thrust, stretching you wide, scissoring brutally. âN-No panties⌠in the apartment⌠after 8 p.m. Fuckâahh!â
Sunghoon hums low, shoving his boxers down to his thighs, his long cock springing free, veiny, curved slightly, glistening as he strokes faster, thumb swiping over the leaking slit. âLouder, whore. Let us hear how wet that rule makes you.â
Jake drops to his knees between your spread thighs like heâs worshipping at an altar. He rips your shorts down your legs in one violent yank, tossing them across the room, leaving you completely bare from the waist down on Jayâs lap, pussy lips puffy and shining, clit throbbing visibly. He spreads your thighs wider with both hands, thumbs digging into soft flesh, and leans in. His tongue, hot, flat, and obscene, drags from your dripping hole all the way up to your swollen clit in one long, sloppy stripe. He sucks your clit into his mouth like itâs candy, tongue flicking rapid-fire while Jayâs fingers keep moving.
âRule two,â you sob, hips jerking wildly, trying to ride both sensations at once. âYou⌠sit on someoneâs lap⌠during movie nights, oh god, Jake, pleaseâahh!â
Jake pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit, watching it drip down to mix with your juices coating Jayâs knuckles. âGood fucking girl. Keep reading while I eat this sloppy cunt like breakfast.â
Your voice is pure wreckage now, high, breathy, broken. âRule three⌠Whoever cooks⌠the others get to fuck you⌠on the counter⌠while dinnerâs in the oven, fuck, Iâm gonnaââ
Jay slams his fingers deeper, adding a fourth, stretching you to the burning limit. Your pussy gushes around him, slick squirting out in messy pulses that soak his sweats and the couch beneath you. The wet sounds are pornographic, schlick-schlick-schlick, loud enough to drown out your whimpers.
Heeseung is stroking himself now, thick, heavy, perfectly shaped, veins pulsing as he strokes slow and controlled, eyes locked on your face like heâs memorizing every twitch of humiliation and pleasure. âAlmost there, sweetheart. Finish it. Then we give you the welcome gift youâve been dripping for since you moved in.â
Jake stands, shoving his shorts down. His cock slaps heavy against his abs, thick, girthy, the head red and angry, already drooling precum in long strings. He strokes himself right in front of your face, the wet sound of his fist mixing with Jayâs fingers destroying your cunt. The tip keeps brushing your cheek, smearing precum across your skin like war paint.
You force the last words out between guttural moans, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking your face. âFirst⌠official use⌠read the rules out loud⌠while being usedânnngh! And⌠and it ends with all four⌠cumming on your face⌠and tits⌠as welcome gift, please, I canâtâ!â
Silence crashes down for half a second, only the obscene sounds of fingers plunging into soaked pussy and four men stroking their cocks. Then Jay rips his fingers out with a wet pop. You whine pathetically at the sudden emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing, a gush of your own slick dripping down your thighs onto the carpet.
Heeseung steps forward first, voice calm as death. âOn your knees, cumdump.â Jay lifts you like you weigh nothing, strong arms tossing you onto the floor between them. The rough carpet bites into your knees as you kneel, back straight, tits heaving, cunt visibly throbbing and empty. They circle you like wolves, four towering, muscular bodies, cocks hard and leaking, surrounding you in a filthy halo of dominance.
Heeseung speaks, low and final. âWelcome to the house, sweetheart. Open that pretty mouth and take what you earned.â They donât ask permission. They just ruin you.
Jake goes first, groaning loud and theatrical, fist flying as thick, ropey jets of cum erupt across your face. One stripe lands right across your open mouth, coating your tongue in salty heat. Another paints your left cheek, dripping down to your jaw. A third splatters across your forehead, sliding into your hair. He milks every drop, slapping his spent cock against your lips. âSwallow what you can, baby. The rest stays.â
Sunghoonâs next, quiet, intense, eyes dark as midnight. He aims low, long powerful spurts painting your tits in pearly white. Thick globs land on your left nipple, sliding down the curve of your breast like icing. Another heavy rope coats the valley between them, dripping down your stomach. He keeps stroking through it, smearing the head of his cock through the mess on your skin, marking you deeper.
Jay growls your name like a curse, âFuck, look at youââand unloads across the right side of your face. Hot cum hits your cheekbone, your eyelid, your lips, mixing with Jakeâs in sticky rivers that drip off your chin onto your cum-glazed tits. One stray shot lands directly on your tongue and you moan, swallowing reflexively.
Heeseung saves the best for last. He steps closest, tipping your chin up with two fingers so your teary eyes lock onto his. âEyes on me while I paint my new toy.â His strokes stay slow, deliberate, until the first powerful pulse shoots straight across your lips, forcing you to taste him, thick, bitter-sweet, coating your tongue. The next stripes your chest, adding fresh layers over Sunghoonâs mess, dripping off your nipples in heavy rivulets. He keeps coming, pulse after pulse, until your entire face and tits are a glistening, ruined masterpiece of four loads, cum sliding down your body in obscene trails, pooling in the hollow of your throat and between your thighs.
When they finally step back, youâre a trembling, kneeling wreck, face and chest absolutely drenched, lips parted, tongue still out like a good little cumslut, thighs shaking, pussy clenching and dripping onto the carpet in desperate need.
Heeseung crouches, thumb scooping a thick glob of mixed cum from your bottom lip. He pushes it deep into your mouth. âSuck. Clean every drop like the rules say.â You do, hollowing your cheeks, sucking his thumb clean with a wet pop, eyes fluttering as the salty, musky taste of all four of them floods your senses. He smiles, slow, dark, satisfied. âRules are rules, baby.â
Jake laughs, tucking his cock away with a satisfied sigh. âShowerâs down the hall, princess. But we wonât mind if you donât shower today. Or ever again.â
Jay leans down, pressing an almost tender kiss to the top of your cum-matted hair. âWelcome home, roomie.â
Sunghoon just stares, licking his lips as you instinctively drag your tongue across them, chasing every stray drop. âRentâs cheap as fuck now, huh? But you are gonna pay every single day.â
You canât speak, voice wrecked, body owned. But your cunt is already fluttering, aching, dripping for the next rule theyâll break you with. And they know it. They always will.
The rest of the day unravels like a slow, deliberate fever dream, every ordinary second laced with the kind of casual, relentless violation that makes your pulse thunder and your cunt throb like a second heartbeat. You try so fucking hard to pretend itâs just another lazy Saturday. That the thick, salty ghosts of their cum arenât still drying in flaky trails across your tits and cheeks no matter how hard you scrubbed in the shower. That the taste of all four of them, bitter, musky, addictively filthy, doesnât coat the back of your throat every single time you swallow. Â
The shower is a war zone. Scalding water pounds against skin still blooming with faint red handprints and fingertip bruises, steam thick enough to choke on. You soap yourself raw, trying to erase the evidence, but every glide of your own hands over your sore nipples, your swollen clit, your tender skin just reminds you how easily they marked you. When you finally step out, the oversized black tee you pull on clings to your still-damp skin like a surrender flag, hem barely skimming the bottom curve of your ass, nipples already stiff and obvious against the thin cotton, pussy lips puffy and exposed every time you move. No bra. No panties. Itâs not even close to 8 p.m., but the rule is already branded into your brain like a collar. You tell yourself itâs just comfort. Practicality. Not the first step in learning to live with your holes on permanent display.
They let you cling to that lie for exactly twenty-three minutes.
Youâre in the kitchen, stretching up on tiptoes to grab a glass from the top shelf, the tee riding all the way up to expose the full, bare globes of your ass and the slick shine already coating your inner thighs, when the first crack lands.
Jakeâs palm connects with your right cheek like a gunshot, sharp, loud, viciously playful. The sound ricochets off the marble counters. Your whole body jolts forward, glass clattering against the shelf, and a hot bloom of pain explodes across your skin. Before you can even gasp, heâs right there, chest pressed to your back, hips grinding his half-hard cock against the cleft of your ass through his sweats.
âCareful, princess,â he drawls, voice syrupy and mean. Both hands shove up under the tee from behind, claiming your tits like they were built for his palms, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh until it bulges between his fingers, thumbs and forefingers rolling your nipples in tight, cruel pinches that send lightning straight to your clit. âWouldnât want you breaking shit on your first full day. Or maybe we should make you clean it up on your knees.â
You white-knuckle the counter, breath sawing out of you, thighs pressing together uselessly as fresh slick drips down your legs.
Heeseung strolls past like heâs fetching orange juice, not even sparing you a glance, until his arm snaps out mid-stride and his open palm cracks across your left cheek so hard the sting blooms white-hot and immediate. Your knees buckle. He keeps walking, cool as ever, but you catch the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Jayâs waiting when you bend over to grab a yogurt from the bottom drawer of the fridge. The oversized tee flips up completely, baring your dripping cunt and the pink handprints already decorating your ass. His bare foot hooks your ankle, yanking your legs apart with zero warning. Then his hand comes down, once, twice, three brutal, stinging slaps in rapid succession, each one harder than the last, the wet smack of skin on wet skin echoing obscenely. Your pussy clenches visibly with every impact, a humiliating string of slick stretching from your hole to the floor.
âGood reach, roomie,â he mutters, already back to scrolling his phone like he didnât just turn your ass into a throbbing, cherry-red masterpiece. âKeep bending over like that and I might have to test how deep that pretty throat is before dinner.â
Sunghoon doesnât bother with words. He simply appears behind you while youâre loading the dishwasher, hips slamming forward to pin you bent over the open rack, his massive erection grinding slow and filthy between your spread cheeks. One arm bands around your waist, the other shoves under the tee to grope your tits with lazy, proprietary thoroughness, palms rolling the soft mounds like ripe fruit, fingers tugging and twisting your nipples until theyâre swollen, aching peaks. He pinches so hard you cry out, then releases you with a low whistle, walking away like he just checked the mail.
It never stops.
Every single movement is an invitation they cash immediately. Reaching for the remote? Jakeâs fingers plunge between your thighs from behind, two thick digits sliding through your soaked folds just long enough to coat themselves before he pulls away, sucking them clean with a wink. Bending to pick up a dropped spoon? Jayâs palm cracks down again, then stays, middle finger dipping into your cunt, pumping once, twice, curling against your G-spot until your knees shake, then withdrawing with a wet pop and a casual âoops.â Stretching up to dust the top shelf? Heeseungâs mouth finds the back of your neck, teeth grazing, one hand sliding between your legs to flick your clit in rapid, teasing circles until youâre whimpering, then heâs gone, leaving you edged and gasping.
By late afternoon youâre a walking wreck, skin flushed scarlet, ass a lattice of overlapping handprints burning with every step, nipples raw and hypersensitive against the cotton, cunt so swollen and empty it aches like a bruise. Your thighs are shiny with constant slick. Your brain is fogged with need. Youâre trying, failing, to fold laundry on the living room couch when Jake decides heâs done playing.
He doesnât ask. Doesnât warn. He simply drops to his knees in front of you like a man starved for weeks, hooks your trembling legs over his broad shoulders, and buries his face in your dripping pussy with a guttural groan that vibrates straight through your clit.
No warmup. No mercy.
His tongue is everywhere at once, broad, flat, filthy laps from your clenching hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips like heâs trying to pull your soul out through it. He alternates, hard, punishing suction that makes your back bow off the cushions, then soft, fluttering licks that leave you sobbing. Two thick fingers spear into you without resistance, curling viciously against that spongy spot inside while his tongue flicks your clit in rapid, relentless strokes. The wet sounds are deafening, your slick gushing around his knuckles, dripping down his chin, soaking the couch beneath you.
You grab fistfuls of his hair, half trying to rip him off, half grinding your cunt against his face desperate for release. âJ-Jake, fuckâtoo muchâahh!â
He growls into your pussy, the vibration making your vision spark white. Three fingers now, stretching you wide, pumping brutally, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit while his tongue spears inside you, fucking you in shallow, messy thrusts. Your thighs clamp around his head like a vice. Your back arches so hard you nearly levitate. The orgasm rips through you like lightning, violent, shattering, squirting messily all over his face as you scream, walls convulsing, vision whiting out completely.
He doesnât stop. He rides you through it, through the aftershocks, through the oversensitive whimpers and the frantic pushing at his head, tongue and fingers relentless until youâre a sobbing, twitching wreck, another smaller orgasm crashing over you before the first even fades.
Only then does he pull back, face glistening, lips swollen, chin dripping with your cum like he just won a war. He climbs up your body slow, caging you against the cushions with his powerful frame, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh through his sweats. Then he kisses you. Not the brutal, claiming way you expect after he just devoured your cunt like a starving animal.
Sweet. Devastatingly soft. His mouth moves against yours like a promise, gentle, coaxing, tongue sliding in lazy, velvet strokes that taste like your own slick and his spit. One hand cups your cheek with shocking tenderness, thumb stroking your jawbone like youâre fragile, precious. The other rests low on your belly, warm, possessive, fingers splayed like heâs claiming the space where his cock will eventually live.
It breaks something in you. Filthy-sweet. Disorienting. Dangerous. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, breath mingling, eyes half-lidded and shining. âGood girl,â he whispers, so soft it feels like a secret. âTasted so fucking sweet. Could eat this pussy for every meal.â
Then heâs gone, standing, wiping his shiny face with the back of his hand, flashing that boyish, wicked grin like he didnât just ruin you twice in five minutes. You lie there panting, legs still hooked open and shaking, lips tingling, cunt still fluttering and leaking onto the ruined couch. The others donât even pretend to look away anymore.
Heeseung glances over from the armchair, dark eyes gleaming, one brow raised in quiet approval. Jay keeps scrolling, but his free hand is palming the massive bulge in his sweats. Sunghoon licks his lips slowly, deliberately, like heâs already tasting his turn. You yank the tee down over your trembling thighs with shaking hands, trying to catch your breath, trying to remember how to be a person.
The clock on the wall glows 7:42 p.m. Eighteen minutes until the first rule locks in for the night. And every single one of them is watching the seconds tick down with hungry, patient eyes.
The day was ânormal.â
But normal in this house means your body is their favorite toy, teased, slapped, groped, eaten, and edged until youâre dripping and desperate. The night hasnât even started.
The apartment is shrouded in that heavy, post-midnight hush, only the low, constant hum of the AC and the faint, faraway pulse of city traffic bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The clock on the wall glows 12:34 a.m. Your panties have been gone for hours, the rule now a permanent, throbbing law between your legs. Every step you take reminds you: bare, slick, exposed, owned.
Youâre trying to ghost down the hallway like a shadow, bare feet silent on the cool hardwood, oversized tee clutched in one fist to keep the hem from riding up, when Heeseung materializes out of nowhere. His long fingers wrap around your wrist like a steel cuff, firm but not cruel, and he yanks you sideways without a single word. The door to his room swings open, swallows you both, and clicks shut with the finality of a prison gate. The lock engages with a soft, damning thunk.
The second the bolt slides home, the mask drops. Heeseung spins you around and slams you back against the door so hard the wood rattles in its frame. His mouth crashes into yours, teeth clashing, tongues battling, no sweetness, just raw, starving hunger. One big hand fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can devour your throat, sucking bruises into the skin while the other shoves up under your tee and finds your already dripping cunt.
âFuck, youâre soaked,â he growls against your pulse point, two thick fingers spearing straight into you without warning. âBeen walking around all night with this greedy little hole empty? Bad girl.â
You moan brokenly, hips jerking into his hand. He adds a third finger instantly, stretching you wide, scissoring brutally while his thumb grinds hard circles on your swollen clit. Your knees buckle; he doesnât let you fall. Just pins you to the door with his body and finger-fucks you so viciously the sound echoes louder than your gasps.
He rips the tee over your head in one motion, leaving you completely naked. Then heâs spinning you again, bending you over the edge of his massive bed, face pressed into the black silk sheets that smell like him, dark, expensive, masculine. He kicks your legs wider, slaps your ass once, twice, hard enough to make the flesh jiggle and bloom pink.
âLook at this pretty cunt clenching for me,â he snarls, lining up the fat, leaking head of his cock and slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch burns so good you scream into the mattress. He doesnât give you time to adjust, just grips your hips hard enough to bruise and starts pounding.
Skin slaps skin like thunder. His heavy balls smack your clit with every savage thrust. The bed creaks violently under the assault. He fucks you like heâs trying to split you in halfâdeep, punishing strokes that drag against every sensitive ridge inside you, the thick head battering your cervix on every inward slam.
âTake it,â he grunts, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other reaching around to slap your clit in time with his thrusts. âThis is what you signed up for, roomie. This cunt belongs to the house now, belongs to me tonight.â
Youâre sobbing, drooling onto the sheets, pussy gushing around his cock so loudly itâs embarrassing. He reaches down and spreads your ass cheeks wider, watching his thick shaft disappear into your stretched hole, the creamy ring of your arousal coating every inch.
âFuck, look at that. Greedy little slut sucking me in.â
He pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back, and hooks your legs over his shoulders. The new angle lets him drive even deeper. His hips snap forward like a machine, relentless, punishing, perfect. Your tits bounce wildly with every thrust. He leans down and sucks one swollen nipple into his mouth, biting hard enough to make you wail, then soothes it with his tongue before moving to the other.
You come first, hard, screaming, walls clamping down on him like a vice, squirting messily around his cock as your whole body seizes. He doesnât slow. Just fucks you straight through it, growling praises and filth into your ear.
âThatâs it, milk my cock, baby. Give me another. Come on this dick again like the house whore you are.â
You do, second orgasm ripping through you even harder, vision whiting out, nails raking bloody lines down his back. Heeseung follows with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum, pulse after pulse until itâs leaking out around his cock, dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets.
He stays buried inside you for a long moment, both of you heaving, sweat-slick bodies glued together. Then he pulls out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum pours from your ruined hole in a creamy waterfall.
But the brutality ends there.
Heeseung rolls off you with surprising grace, chest still rising and falling hard. He sits up, runs a hand through his wrecked hair, then stands, completely naked, still half-hard and shining with your combined mess. You lie there boneless, thighs trembling, cum leaking steadily onto the bed, mind completely blank.
He disappears into the attached bathroom. You hear the faucet run, the soft clink of glass. When he returns, heâs carrying a warm, damp cloth and a small bottle of something. You flinch when he kneels between your spread thighs again, instinct, not fear, but he just shushes you softly.
âEasy, baby.â
The cloth is blissfully warm. He starts at your inner thighs, wiping away the sticky trails of cum with slow, careful strokes. Then higher, between your folds, dabbing gently at your swollen, puffy entrance. You hiss when the fabric brushes your oversensitive clit; he pauses instantly, waiting until you relax before continuing. He cleans every inch of you with the patience of a man whoâs done this before, thorough, reverent, almost worshipful. When heâs satisfied, he sets the cloth aside and pours a small amount of cool, soothing lotion onto his fingers, massaging it gently into the red handprints on your hips, your ass, the bite marks on your breasts.
You can only stare at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, heart hammering in a way that has nothing to do with the orgasms.
Heeseung meets your gaze, those dark eyes steady, unreadable for a heartbeat, then the corner of his mouth lifts in something softer than a smirk. âI may be an asshole, baby,â he says, voice low and gravel-rough from how loud heâd moaned your name, âbut I know how to treat whatâs mine right after I break it.â
He finishes with the lotion, then grabs a clean, fluffy towel from the dresser and drapes it gently over your hips like a blanket. Pulls the black silk sheet up to your waist, tucking it around you with careful hands. Finally, he leans down, brushes sweat-damp strands of hair off your forehead with his knuckles, light, almost sweet, and presses the softest kiss to your temple.
âGet some sleep,â he murmurs against your skin. âYouâre gonna need every ounce of strength for what the rest of them have planned tomorrow.â
He doesnât stay. Just stands, flicks off the bedside lamp with a soft click, and pads out of the room, leaving the door cracked just enough that a thin, golden line of hallway light spills across the floor like an invitation⌠or a warning.
You lie there in the dark, body aching in the most delicious, ruined way, pussy still fluttering with aftershocks, skin tingling from his gentle hands, mind spinning in dizzy circles.
Because he is an asshole. A cruel, rule-making, cum-painting, pussy-destroying asshole. But tonight, for the first time since you moved in, youâre terrifyingly certain thatâs not all he is. And that single, dangerous crack in the armor?
It scares you more than every filthy rule theyâve written on that fridge. Because if Heeseung can fuck you like a toy and then care for you like something preciousâŚ
What the hell are the other three capable of? You get your answer somewhere around an hour after Heeseung leaves.
The apartment has gone quiet, city lights bleeding through the blinds in faint orange stripes, the distant hum of traffic like white noise. Youâre half-asleep in your own bed again, body still humming from earlier, skin too sensitive, mind too full of everything thatâs happened since you walked through the front door. The sheets feel cool against the faint bruises blooming on your hips.
You donât hear the door open. Just feel the mattress dip behind you, slow, careful, like whoever it is doesnât want to startle you awake. Then warmth. Jayâs chest presses to your back, not crowding, not possessive in the usual way. Just⌠there. Solid. His arm slides around your waist from behind, palm flattening low on your stomach. Fingers splay wide, covering as much skin as they can without gripping.
He doesnât speak at first. Just breathes, slow, even, against the nape of your neck. His nose brushes the baby hairs there once, twice. Then his thumb starts moving.
Slow circles. Lazy, deliberate swirls over the soft skin just below your navel. The kind of touch that feels like heâs tracing something fragile. Like youâre made of blown glass, or spun sugar, or something that might crack if he presses too hard.
Itâs nothing like the way theyâve touched you all day. No slaps. No gropes. No mocking whispers or filthy promises. Just this. Quiet. Steady. Almost reverent. You tense for half a second, waiting for the punchline, the shift into something meaner.
It doesnât come. Instead, his lips find the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. Not a kiss. Just a resting place. Warm breath fanning over your skin in time with the slow rub of his thumb. âYou okay?â he murmurs eventually. Voice low, rough from sleep and whatever else heâs been doing in the dark. Not demanding an answer. Just⌠checking.
You donât know what to say. Your throat feels tight. You nod once, small, barely there. His hand keeps moving. Same rhythm. Same gentleness. Circles widening a little, then tightening again, like heâs memorizing the shape of you under his palm.
âTell me if itâs too much,â he says against your skin. âAny of it. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whenever.â
The words hang there, simple, quiet, sincere in a way that doesnât match the asshole roommates who printed rules on the fridge and came on your face like it was a housewarming tradition. You swallow. âIâm⌠okay,â you whisper. Itâs the truth, mostly. The rest is too tangled to name.
He hums once, soft, approving. His arm tightens just enough to pull you closer, back flush to his chest. No grind. No wandering hands. Just holding. The circles donât stop. Slow. Soothing. Like heâs trying to rub the tension out of you molecule by molecule. You feel your breathing start to match his, deeper, slower. The ache between your legs dulls to a low throb instead of a sharp pulse. Your eyelids grow heavy again. Jay doesnât move to leave.
Doesnât push for more. Just stays. Palm warm on your waist. Thumb still drawing those endless, careful circles. Like youâre something worth being gentle with. Even here. Even now. You fall asleep to the rhythm of it, his heartbeat steady against your spine, his breath even against your neck, the soft scrape of calluses on your skin.
And for the first time since you moved in, the apartment doesnât feel quite so dangerous.
Sunlight slices through the half-open blinds in thin, golden bars across your bare back. You wake slowly, first to the sensation of heat, then weight, then the unmistakable press of something thick and heavy sliding past your lips before your eyes are even open.
Heeseung. Heâs already there, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, one hand braced on the headboard, the other cradling the back of your skull with surprising care. His cock is hard, morning wood, thick and flushed, veins prominent under the skin, and heâs feeding it to you slowly, not thrusting, just⌠settling. Like heâs been waiting for you to wake up around him.
Your lashes flutter. A soft, sleepy sound escapes your throat, half protest, half surrender, as your mouth stretches to accommodate him. He doesnât push deeper than you can take. Just holds still once the head bumps the back of your tongue, letting you adjust.
âShh,â he murmurs above you, thumb stroking the hinge of your jaw. âMorning, baby.â
His voice is gravel-rough from sleep, softer than it has any right to be. You blink up at him through damp lashes. Heâs shirtless, hair a wreck, eyes dark but not cruel. Thereâs something almost apologetic in the way he looks down at you, like he knows exactly how many times heâs already used this mouth, this body, in the last forty-eight hours and still canât stop.
You donât pull away. Instead, you flatten your tongue along the underside, hollow your cheeks just enough to make him hiss quietly. His hips twitch once, small, involuntary, then still again.
âGood girl,â he breathes. Not mocking. Quiet. Almost reverent.
Thatâs when you feel the mattress dip on either side. Jake slides in behind you first, warm chest pressing to your back, knees nudging yours apart. His cock, already leaking, slides between your thighs, not inside yet, just rocking slow and lazy along your folds. He kisses the nape of your neck, open-mouthed and gentle, like heâs tasting sleep-warmed skin instead of claiming territory.
âMorning, princess,â he whispers against your ear. One hand slips under you, cupping your breast, not squeezing, just holding. Palm warm. Fingers splayed. Thumb brushing the nipple in slow, soothing circles.
Sunghoon appears on your other side, long limbs unfolding gracefully. He doesnât speak at first. Just watches your face while Heeseung rocks shallowly into your mouth. Then he leans in, presses a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. The gesture is so unexpectedly tender your breath hitches around Heeseungâs length.
Sunghoonâs hand finds your hip. Strokes down the curve of your waist, then back up. Like heâs memorizing every dip and swell. Like heâs sorry for every bruise heâs left there. Jayâs the last to join.
Heâs fully dressed, gray sweats, black tee, hair still damp from a shower, sitting in the armchair across from the bed with a steaming mug of black coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. Vertical hold. Red recording dot blinking steadily.
He doesnât say anything filthy. Doesnât bark orders. Just watches. Sips. The corner of his mouth lifts when your eyes meet his over Heeseungâs shoulder. Not a smirk. Something quieter. Almost fond. âPretty,â he mouths. No sound. Just the shape of the word.
Heeseung starts moving then, slow, shallow rolls of his hips. Never deep enough to choke you. Just enough to fill your mouth, to let you taste the salt and musk of him. Your hands come up instinctively, fingers curling around the base he canât fit, stroking what your lips canât reach.
Jake shifts behind you. Lines himself up. Presses in, slow. So slow. The stretch is lazy, unhurried, like he has all morning to sink into you. When he bottoms out, he stays there. Doesnât thrust. Just grinds in tiny, rolling circles, letting you feel every inch pressed against that spot inside that makes your toes curl.
Sunghoonâs hand slides between you and the mattress. Finds your clit. Circles it with the same gentle pressure Jakeâs using on your nipple. No frantic rubbing. No pinching. Just soft, steady friction that builds slow and syrupy.
You moan around Heeseung, muffled, needy. The vibration makes him groan low in his throat.
âFuck,â he breathes. âThatâs it.â
They move like theyâve rehearsed it. Like theyâve agreed, silently, somewhere in the dark hours after Jay held you last night, that today they wonât break you. Not more than they already have.
Jake rocks into you in time with Heeseungâs shallow thrusts. Sunghoonâs fingers never falter, patient, coaxing. Your body starts to tremble, not from overstimulation, but from the slow, relentless climb theyâre building together.
Jayâs phone stays steady. He tilts it slightly, capturing the way your back arches, the way Jakeâs hand splays protectively over your stomach, the way Sunghoonâs lips brush your shoulder every few seconds like he canât help himself.
Heeseungâs breathing grows ragged first. âGonna come,â he warns, voice strained, almost pleading. âWhere do you want it, baby?â You canât answer with words. Just tighten your lips around him, suck harder, look up at him with wide, glassy eyes.
He swears under his breath. Pulls out at the last second, strokes himself twice, and spills across your tongue in thick, warm pulses. You swallow what you can; the rest drips from the corner of your mouth. Heeseung catches it with his thumb, pushes it back between your lips.
âGood girl,â he whispers again. This time his voice cracks. Jakeâs rhythm falters behind you. His forehead drops to your shoulder. âFuckâcan Iâinside?â
You nod frantically, around Heeseungâs softening cock still resting on your tongue.
He groans, long, low, broken, and buries himself deep. Comes with a shudder that rocks through both of you. Hot. Thick. Filling you until it leaks out around him, down your thighs. He doesnât pull out right away. Just stays seated, grinding lazily through the aftershocks, letting you clench around him like heâs trying to keep every drop where it belongs.
Sunghoonâs fingers speed up just enough, still gentle, still careful, and you come like a wave breaking slow. No scream. No violent shaking. Just a long, trembling release that leaves you boneless, whimpering softly into Heeseungâs thigh.
They donât rush to move.
Jake stays inside you, softening but not leaving. Sunghoon keeps petting your clit through the aftershocks, light, soothing touches now. Heeseung strokes your hair back from your face, tucking strands behind your ear.
Jay finally lowers the phone. Stops recording. Sets the mug on the side table. Walks over. He kneels on the edge of the bed, still fully clothed, and cups your cheek. Thumb swipes away the last trace of Heeseung from your lip.
âYou okay?â he asks quietly. You nod. Eyes heavy. Body humming. He leans down. Kisses your forehead, soft. Lingering. Then he looks at the others. âGroup chat,â he says simply. âSheâs gonna want to see it later.â
Jake chuckles, soft, breathless, against your neck. âSheâs gonna come again just watching.â Sunghoon finally pulls his hand away. Presses one last kiss to your shoulder blade. Heeseung helps ease you onto your side, careful, like you might shatter. Jake slips out slowly, both of you hissing at the loss. Cum leaks immediately, thick, white, obscene. Jay grabs a clean towel from the nightstand, wipes between your thighs with the same gentle care Heeseung used last night.
No one speaks for a minute. Just breathing. Skin cooling. Hearts slowing. Then Heeseung breaks the quiet. âWe were⌠a lot,â he says. Voice rough. Eyes on yours. âYesterday. The day before. If itâs too muchââ
You shake your head before he can finish. Reach up. Curl your fingers around his wrist. âIâm here,â you whisper. âIâm staying.â Something flickers across his face, relief, maybe. Guilt, definitely.
Jayâs hand finds yours. Squeezes once. Jake presses his lips to the back of your neck, soft, apologetic. Sunghoon just watches you. Then leans in. Kisses the corner of your mouth. Slow. Sweet. âBreakfast,â Jay says eventually. âIn bed. No rules for the next hour.â
You laugh, small, wrecked, real. They move like theyâve been given permission to be soft. And for the first time since you moved in, you let yourself believe they might actually mean it. The rest of the day unfolds like something borrowed from another life.
No one touches you. Not in the hungry, claiming way youâve come to expect. No wandering hands under your shirt while youâre making toast. No casual spanks when you bend to pick up a stray sock. No one pins you against the counter or drags you onto a lap. The rules, those printed, obscene bullet points on the fridge, might as well be written in invisible ink for how irrelevant they feel in the soft, lazy hours that follow breakfast.
They just⌠stay.
All four of them orbit you without crowding. The living room becomes this strange, sunlit island: blankets dragged from bedrooms, pillows piled into a makeshift nest on the sectional, takeout containers from last night still scattered like evidence of a truce. Someone puts on music, low-fi beats, nothing aggressive, just enough rhythm to fill the quiet without demanding attention. Jake sprawls across the floor with his head in your lap, scrolling memes on his phone and reading the funniest ones out loud in increasingly ridiculous voices until you snort-laugh and accidentally knee him in the ribs.
âOw, princess, you trying to murder me?â he whines, but heâs grinning, grabbing your hand to press a dramatic kiss to your knuckles before going right back to his phone.
Jay sits cross-legged at the other end of the couch, one of your feet in his lap. He massages your ankle absentmindedly while he argues with Heeseung about whether the new season of some crime drama is trash or genius. Every time you shift, he squeezes your calf once, gentle, grounding, like a silent check-in.
Heeseungâs on the armchair opposite, legs kicked up on the coffee table, nursing the same lukewarm coffee from this morning. He catches your eye every so often and just⌠holds it. No smirk. No heat. Just a small, almost shy tilt of his mouth, like heâs still surprised youâre still here.
Sunghoon is the quietest. Heâs tucked into the corner of the sectional, long legs stretched out, one arm slung over the backrest behind you. He doesnât say much, just watches. Watches you laugh at Jakeâs dumb jokes. Watches the way your shoulders slowly unclench. Watches the way the afternoon light turns your skin gold.
You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time someone shifts closer, every time a hand brushes your arm or knee, your body tenses on instinct, bracing for the grab, the grope, the inevitable slide into filth. But it never comes.
Instead: Jake starts a pillow fight that lasts exactly thirty five seconds before Jay declares himself referee and tackles Jake into the cushions. Heeseung orders fried chicken and insists on feeding you the first piece, holding it to your lips like Jay used to, but this time thereâs no sauce-smeared thumb, no dirty promise in his eyes. Just a soft âOpen up, baby,â and when you do, he smiles like youâve given him something precious.
Sunghoon eventually migrates closer. Not crowding. Just enough that his thigh presses warm against yours. You glance at him, skeptical, guarded, still half-expecting the mask to slip. He notices. Of course he does. His hand lifts, slow, telegraphing every movement so you can pull away if you want. You donât.
Fingers gentle, he reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers there, knuckles grazing the shell lightly, before he lets his palm cup the side of your face for half a heartbeat. You freeze. He smiles. Not the cold, cutting one he usually wears. Something smaller. Softer. Almost sad.
âYou are our friend, sweetheart,â he says quietly. His voice is low enough that the others have to strain to hear, but they do. The room quiets around the words like theyâre something fragile. You blink. Throat tight. Sunghoonâs thumb brushes your cheekbone once, barely there.
âWe fucked this up from the start,â he continues, softer still. âWe saw you walk through that door looking like you were ready to bolt at the first wrong move⌠and we made sure every move was wrong. On purpose.â His gaze drops to where his hand still rests against your skin. âThought itâd be easier if you hated us. If you left on your own. If we never had to admit we wanted you to stay for more than justââ
He stops. Swallows. ââfor more than just the easy parts.â The confession hangs there, heavy and unpolished. Jakeâs head is still in your lap; heâs gone unnaturally still, staring up at the ceiling like heâs afraid to interrupt. Jayâs thumb has paused on your ankle.
Heeseung sets his coffee down. Slowly. You look around at them, all four, and for the first time you see it: the guilt. Not performative. Not a tactic. Real. Raw. Sitting under their skin like a bruise theyâve been ignoring. Sunghoonâs hand finally drops from your face, but he doesnât move away.
âWeâre not asking for forgiveness,â he says. âWe donât deserve it. Not yet. But weâre not gonna keep treating you likeââ He exhales through his nose. ââlike youâre disposable. Not anymore.â Silence stretches. Then Jake, sweet, chaotic Jake, breaks it by pressing the softest kiss to the inside of your wrist.
âFriends can still cuddle, right?â he mumbles against your skin. âBecause Iâm not moving. My headâs too comfy.â A tiny, surprised laugh bubbles out of you. Jay squeezes your calf once. âWeâve got time,â he says simply. âNo rush. No rules today.â
Heeseung leans forward, elbows on his knees. âTell us what you want,â he says. âRight now. Anything. Weâll listen.â You look at them, really look. The assholes who printed rules on the fridge. The ones who marked you, used you, laughed while they did it. The ones who just spent an entire day proving they know how to be gentle when they choose to be. You swallow.
âI wantâŚâ Your voice is small at first. Then steadier. âI want to believe you.â Sunghoonâs eyes soften. âThen weâll keep showing you,â he says. âUntil you do.â
Jake nuzzles closer into your lap like a cat claiming territory. Jay resumes the slow massage on your ankle. Heeseung picks up the remote, queues up some mindless comedy youâve all seen a hundred times.
And Sunghoon, quiet, beautiful, regretful Sunghoon, leans in just enough to rest his forehead against your temple. âFriends,â he whispers again. Like a promise.
Like a beginning. The afternoon bleeds into evening. No one fucks you. No one even tries. They just stay. Laughing. Joking. Touching you like you matter. And for the first time since you moved in, you let yourself lean into it.
Just a little. Just enough to see what happens when the rules stop mattering and the people start to.
The apartment feels different when the others are gone, quieter, yes, but not the hollow kind of quiet that echoes off the walls. Itâs softer, warmer, like the whole space exhales once Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon finally slip out the door with their jackets half-zipped and promises of âreal foodâ still lingering in the air. Twenty minutes ago they each pressed a kiss to your forehead, Heeseungâs lingering the longest, his thumb sweeping slow circles over your cheekbone as if he still couldnât quite believe you were letting all four of them stay, Jayâs quick and teasing with a wink, Sunghoonâs almost shy, lips brushing your skin like a secret. They told Jake to behave, and the second the door clicked shut behind them, Jakeâs grin turned wicked, golden-retriever energy dialed up to eleven, like the instruction itself was foreplay.
Heâs been orbiting you ever since, turning half-hearted chores into an excuse to stay glued to your side. Youâre folding laundry on the couch, and he keeps âhelpingâ by snatching shirts out of your hands just to hold them up like trophies before tossing them back in a messy pile. In the kitchen he hip-checks you every time you reach for a dish towel, laughing low and bright when you swat at his chest. The late-afternoon sun pours through the big windows in thick golden slabs, catching on the fine hairs of his arms, turning his skin warm and honeyed. Youâre both a little sweaty from moving around, the faint scent of his cologne, something clean, mixing with the laundry detergent and the leftover smell of last nightâs fried chicken still clinging to the air.Â
âYouâre terrible at this,â you say, watching him wrestle a fitted sheet into something that vaguely resembles a rectangle. The elastic corners keep snapping back at him like they have a personal grudge.
Jake flashes that devastating, all-teeth smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. âIâm excellent at distractions. Watch this, baby.â
Before you can protest, he shakes the sheet out with dramatic flair, like a matador taunting a bull, then whips it over both your heads in one smooth motion. The world narrows instantly to white cotton filtered sunlight, the fabric draping around you like a private tent. Youâre both laughing before you can stop it, deep, helpless belly laughs that make your ribs ache and your eyes water. The sheet muffles everything, turning the sound intimate and close. Jakeâs body is right there, heat radiating off him, chest brushing yours with every breathless chuckle. He tugs you deeper under the fabric, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, and suddenly the playful game shifts. His nose nudges yours. You feel the brush of his lashes against your cheek. The laughter fades into something heavier, warmer, the air between you thickening like honey.
âSee?â he murmurs, voice low and rougher now. âMasterclass in procrastination.â
You roll your eyes, but your hands are already sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. You donât push him away. You pull him closer.
The sheet eventually slips to the floor in a crumpled heap, forgotten. You move down the hallway together, the basket of clean clothes balanced on your hip, Jake trailing so close his fingers keep ghosting the small of your back. You bend over to grab a stray sock thatâs escaped onto the floor, nothing exaggerated, just a natural lean, your thin cotton shorts riding up just enough to expose the curve where thigh meets hip. Behind you, Jake sucks in a sharp, punched-out breath, like the sight physically winds him.
You freeze.
His hand settles on your hip, palm broad and hot, fingers spreading wide over the soft flesh through the fabric. Not a slap, not a grope. Just⌠claiming. Resting there with deliberate weight, thumb stroking a slow, lazy circle that makes your skin prickle. You feel every callus on his fingertips, the faint tremble in his touch like heâs fighting the urge to squeeze harder. Heat blooms low in your belly, liquid and slow.
You straighten up slowly, deliberately, and his hand stays glued to you, sliding with the motion so it ends up cupping the full cheek. He turns you around with the gentlest pressure on your hip, like youâre made of glass heâs terrified of cracking. Your back meets the cool wall of the hallway with a soft thud. Jake crowds in immediately, but not aggressively, his body cages you without trapping, one forearm braced beside your head, the other hand still kneading your ass with slow, possessive squeezes that make your breath hitch.
His eyes have gone dark, almost black, pupils blown wide. Not the usual playful hunger. Something deeper. Hungrier. Worshipful.
âHey,â he breathes, voice gravel-rough. âYou good? Still with me?â You nod, small and shaky, because the air has turned thick, syrupy, every inhale dragging like molasses. Your nipples are already tight against your shirt, and you know he can see it. He leans in like heâs giving you every chance to stop him. The first kiss is feather-light, barely a brush of lips, testing, asking. You answer by tilting your head, parting your mouth just enough, tongue flicking out to taste him. Thatâs all the permission he needs.
Jake kisses you like heâs been starving for it since the day you moved in, like every shared glance and late-night movie marathon has been foreplay leading to this exact second. Slow. So fucking slow. His lips are plush and warm, sliding against yours with wet, deliberate pressure. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing the seam until you open wider, then he licks inside, deep, lazy strokes that map every inch of you like heâs memorizing the taste. You moan softly into his mouth and he answers with a low, guttural groan that vibrates straight down to your clit. His hand on your ass tightens, pulling you flush against him so you can feel exactly how hard he already is, thick, heavy ridge straining against his sweatpants, pressing right against your lower belly.
One of his hands cradles your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone while the other slides up under your shirt, palm flat and scorching against the bare skin of your stomach. He doesnât rush. His fingers splay wide, stroking up your ribs, tracing the underside of your breasts with reverent touches. When his thumb finally brushes over your nipple, already pebbled and aching, he circles it slowly, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp and arch into him. He swallows the sound, kissing you deeper, tongue fucking into your mouth in filthy, rhythmic strokes that mimic exactly what you wish his cock was doing somewhere else.
Youâre grinding on his thigh now, small, helpless rolls of your hips that drag your soaked pussy along the hard muscle. The thin fabric of your shorts is useless; you can feel how wet youâve gotten, the slickness coating your inner thighs, probably leaving a damp spot on his sweats. Jake breaks the kiss only to drag his open mouth down your jaw, sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. He bites down gently, then soothes it with his tongue, leaving faint red marks that bloom under his lips. You tilt your head back against the wall, exposing more of your throat, and he takes full advantage, licking a hot stripe down to your collarbone, sucking hard enough that you know thereâll be bruises tomorrow, little purple galaxies only the four of them will see.
âFuck, you taste so fucking good,â he groans against your skin, voice wrecked. âSweet. Like youâve been waiting for me to do this all day.â
His hand leaves your breast only to slide down, cupping your pussy through your shorts. He doesnât push inside, just rubs the heel of his palm in slow, firm circles right over your clit, feeling how soaked the fabric is. You whimper, hips jerking, and he chuckles darkly into your neck.
âYeah? That feel good, baby? Youâre dripping for me already.â
You canât answer with words, just a broken moan as two of his fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, tracing your slick folds without pushing in, spreading your wetness up to your clit and rubbing tight, teasing circles. Your hands are frantic now, one fisted in his hair, the other palming the thick length of his cock through his sweats, squeezing and stroking him until heâs panting against your mouth, hips twitching like heâs fighting not to rut into your hand.
You kiss for what feels like hours, messy, spit-slick, tongues tangled and sliding. Your lips are swollen and tingling, jaw aching in the best way. He keeps breaking away only to come right back, sucking on your tongue, biting your bottom lip, whispering filthy little praises between kisses.
âSo fucking pretty when youâre desperate like this⌠making those sweet little sounds for me⌠gonna ruin me, baby, you know that?â
Your legs are trembling. He notices, always notices, and presses his thigh harder between yours, letting you ride it properly now, the friction perfect and relentless. His fingers keep working your clit in lazy strokes, dipping just inside your entrance to gather more slick before sliding back up, never giving you enough to come, just keeping you right on the edge, trembling and whimpering into his mouth.
When he finally pulls back, forehead resting against yours, both of you are breathing like youâve run miles, chests heaving, lips shiny and red, his hair a complete mess from your fingers. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, cock throbbing visibly against your palm.
âShit,â he laughs, breathless and shaky. âI didnât mean to⌠fuck, I justââ
You cut him off with another kiss, slow, deep, pouring everything youâre feeling into it. When you pull away, you whisper against his swollen lips, âI know. I wanted it too.â
He smiles, that crooked, boyish, heart-stopping smile, and kisses the tip of your nose, then your forehead, then pulls you tight into his chest. His arms wrap around you completely, one hand still cupping your ass possessively, the other stroking soothing circles up and down your spine. You can feel his heart hammering against yours, his cock still hard and insistent between you, but he doesnât push. Doesnât grind. Just holds you there in the hallway, the distant hum of the fridge and the faint city traffic the only sounds left.
You stay like that for a long, indulgent stretch of minutes, bodies pressed together, breaths syncing, the ache between your legs still pulsing but somehow perfectly satisfied by the simple fact of being wrapped up in him. His lips brush your temple.
âFriends can make out, right?â he murmurs, echoing the joke from earlier, voice warm with affection and something deeper.
You laugh softly against his chest, the sound muffled and content. âYeah, Jake. Friends can definitely make out.â
And for now, for this golden, sun-drenched afternoon, thatâs more than enough. The others will be back soon, but right now the apartment is yours and his, and he just keeps holding you like he never wants to let go.
The hallway still smells faintly of Jakeâs cologne, clean and warm skin, and the soft, powdery scent of laundry detergent clinging to the crumpled clothes you never quite finished putting away. His lips are swollen and glossy from the long, lazy make-out against the wall, cheeks flushed a deep pink, pupils blown so wide the pretty hazel is almost gone. Heâs breathing hard through his nose, forehead pressed to yours like he needs the contact to stay grounded, hands still shoved up under your shirt, palms hot and broad against the small of your back, thumbs tracing slow, idle arcs that make your spine tingle.
âFuck,â he whispers, voice wrecked and soft all at once, raw like heâs been shouting your name for hours even though he hasnât. âI need you on me, princess. Need to feel that pretty pussy sliding down my cock right fucking now.â
The words drop straight into your belly, heavy and molten. You swallow hard, thighs pressing together on instinct, and he feels the tiny clench, grins against the side of your neck, boyish and filthy at the same time.
He doesnât beg. Doesnât grab. Just brushes his mouth over the shell of your ear, hot breath ghosting, voice a low rasp that curls straight between your legs.
âRide me. Please. On the couch. Slow. Let me feel every inch of you taking me like you own it.â
Your cunt throbs at the plea. You nod before you even realize youâre doing it.
Jake laces his fingers through yours, gentle, almost sweet, and leads you back down the hall like youâre going for a Sunday stroll, not about to fuck him stupid in the middle of the living room. The late-afternoon light has shifted, pouring across the big sectional in thick, golden rivers; the cushions are still dented from earlier folding sessions, the air warm and lazy. He drops onto the couch first, sprawling wide, legs splayed, grey sweats already tented, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric like itâs trying to escape.
He then hooks his fingers against the edge of your shorts and drags them down, along with your panties. His eyes darken as he gulps and looks up at you.
He pats his thigh once, slow, inviting, eyes locked on yours with that crooked, heart-melting grin.
You donât hesitate. You climb on, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips, and the first slow grind of your bare, soaked cunt against the hard, hot length of him through the thin material rips a twin hiss from both your throats. Youâre dripping, have been since he pinned you to the hallway wall, and the fabric is already darkening under you, slick. Jakeâs hands settle on your hips, not guiding yet, just holding, thumbs stroking the skin right above the waistband of your shorts like heâs memorizing the feel of you.
You start slow. Torturously slow. Tiny, rolling rocks of your hips that drag your swollen clit along the rigid ridge of his cock again and again. The friction is perfect, wet, hot, teasing. Every pass makes the fabric cling tighter, the head of his dick bumping right where you need it. Jakeâs head falls back against the couch, throat working on a low, broken groan, Adamâs apple bobbing.
âGoddamn, baby⌠look at you. Already so fucking wet youâre soaking through my sweats. That little pussy weeping for me.â
You giggle, breathless, giddy, almost embarrassed at how turned on you are, and lean down to kiss him. Soft at first, just lips brushing, then deeper: tongues sliding lazy and messy, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the sweetness of the iced americano he had earlier. His hands slide back under your shirt, palms scalding against your ribs, thumbs circling the undersides of your breasts in slow, reverent strokes until your nipples are tight, aching peaks. He pinches them gently, rolls them between thumb and forefinger, and you arch into his touch with a whimper that makes him smile against your mouth.
âYouâre so fucking soft,â he mumbles between kisses, voice thick. âSo perfect. Been dreaming about this tight little cunt wrapped around me since the second you walked through that door and smiled at all of us like we hung the moon. Gonna let me feel it now, princess? Gonna sit on my cock and ride me nice and slow?â
You lift just enough to shove his sweats down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick, flushed dark, veins standing out, the tip already glistening with a fat bead of pre-cum that streaks down the shaft when you wrap your fingers around him. One slow, firm stroke from base to head has him groaning, hips twitching up into your fist. You line him up, notch the blunt head against your dripping entrance, and sink down.
The first inch is heaven.
You both moan, long, filthy sounds, as he stretches you open, thick and hot and perfect, splitting you so deliciously slow you feel every ridge, every vein. Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut. He bottoms out with your ass flush to his thighs, balls pressed tight against you, and the fullness is so overwhelming your walls flutter around him like youâre already close.
âFuuuuck,â Jake breathes, hands flexing hard on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to bruise. âThatâs it. Take every fucking inch, princess. Look at you, swallowing me like you were made for it. So goddamn tight and wet and perfect.â
You start riding him properly, long, deliberate lifts and sinks, rolling your hips on every downstroke so your clit grinds against his pelvis. The sounds of your cunt taking him echo in the quiet apartment: slick, filthy squelches every time you drop down, his cock glistening with your arousal when you rise. Jakeâs eyes are glued to where youâre joined, watching himself disappear inside you over and over with something like awe.
âListen to that,â he groans, voice cracking. âThat sloppy little sound every time you take me. Youâre dripping down my balls, baby, making such a pretty mess all over me. Gonna stain the couch and I donât even care.â
You bury your face in his neck for a second, flushed and turned on beyond words, then bite down on the skin there, light, teasing. He jolts, cock twitching hard inside you, and groans louder.
âFuck, do that again. Mark me up, princess. Want the others to see who got to have you first.â
You do, sucking a faint pink bloom into his throat while you ride him harder, faster, breasts bouncing under your thin shirt. His mouth finds your nipple through the fabric, sucking hard, teeth grazing, soaking the cotton until itâs transparent and clinging. You cry out, high and needy, hips snapping down faster now, chasing the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.
Jakeâs losing it beautifully, head thrown back, throat exposed, hands gripping your ass and spreading you wider so he can watch every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your greedy cunt.
âShit, ride it harder, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Use my cock like the greedy little slut you are. Come all over it, wanna feel this pussy milk me dry.â
The filthy words spoken in that sweet, reverent tone send you spiraling. You slam down harder, clit grinding relentlessly, thighs burning. He slides one hand between you, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, firm circles.
âCome on, princess. Give it to me. Soak my cock. Make it messy. Wanna feel you gush.â
You shatter with a broken cry, head thrown back, back arching, clamping down around him in hard, pulsing waves. Your vision whites out. Thighs shake violently. You gush around him, slick flooding out around his base, soaking his balls and the couch beneath you. Jake swears, low and guttural, hips stuttering up once, twice, burying himself to the hilt as he comes, thick, hot ropes of cum painting your walls, filling you so full it leaks out immediately around his throbbing length.
He holds you flush against him through every aftershock, arms banded tight around your waist, forehead pressed to your collarbone, breathing ragged and shaky. You stay like that, sweaty, trembling, his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum slowly trickling out, while he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the corner of your mouth with soft, lazy presses.
âBest fucking ride of my life,â he mumbles, voice hoarse and sated, nuzzling into your hair.
You laugh, soft, spent, glowing, and nuzzle back. âFriends can do that too, right?â
He chuckles, kissing your temple. âFriends can do whatever the fuck they want.â Youâre still seated on him, his cock twitching occasionally inside your cum-filled pussy, when the front door clicks open.
Neither of you moves fast enough. Sunghoon steps in first, grocery bags dangling from one hand, keys in the other, the faint scent of fresh produce and restaurant takeout wafting in with him. He freezes mid-step. Eyes lock on the scene: you straddling Jake on the couch, shirt rucked up to your collarbones, thighs spread obscenely wide, Jakeâs cock still half-hard and buried inside you, thick white cum already leaking in slow, creamy rivulets down his balls and onto the cushion.
The bags hit the floor with a heavy, forgotten thud. A carton of eggs probably cracks, but no one cares. Sunghoonâs jaw tightens so hard you hear the sharp click of his teeth. His eyes, usually cool and calm, go black, dangerous, glittering with something possessive and furious.
âWhat. The. Fuck.â
His voice is ice wrapped in velvet. Low. Deadly calm. Jake startles, arms tightening around you protectively, but he doesnât dare pull out. Doesnât even try to cover you.
âHyungâwait, itâs notââ
Sunghoon crosses the room in three long strides, towering over both of you. He doesnât yell. Doesnât shove Jake. Just reaches down, grips your chin between thumb and forefinger, firm, not bruising, and tilts your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb drags slow and deliberate across your bottom lip, then presses inside. You suck instinctively, tongue swirling around the digit, tasting the faint salt of his skin.
His eyes flick to Jake, cold as winter.
âGet out from under her. Now.â
Jake hesitates half a second. Sunghoonâs voice drops even lower, lethal.
âI said now.â
Jake lifts you carefully with a wet, filthy sound that makes Sunghoonâs nostrils flare. The moment he slips free, a thick gush of his cum pours out of you, sliding down your inner thighs in white trails. Jake stays seated on the couch, chest heaving as he watches warily.
Sunghoon never looks away from you. He steps closer, one hand sliding to the nape of your neck, thumb pressing right over your racing pulse, while the other grips your hip hard enough to anchor you. âYou let him fuck you the second we walked out the door?â he murmurs, voice velvet and venom, lips brushing your ear. âSpread this pretty pussy for whoever was home first? Without waiting for me? Without even texting?â
You shake your head, small, instinctive, breath caught in your throat. âNo?â
He leans in closer, breath hot against your skin. âThen why the fuck are you stuffed so full of him, hmm?â
Two of his long fingers dip between your thighs without warning, sliding deep into your cum-slick cunt with a wet squelch. You gasp, knees buckling. He curls them slowly, deliberately, scissoring, feeling the warm, sticky mess Jake left behind, pushing it deeper before dragging it out again. When he pulls his fingers free theyâre coated thick and white. He holds them up between you, shiny, dripping, then brings them to your mouth.
âClean.â
You open obediently. Suck his fingers clean, tongue swirling, tasting yourself and Jake and the faint metallic tang of Sunghoonâs skin, moaning around them while he watches with dark, unblinking eyes.
âGood girl,â he praises, voice low and rough. Then, suddenly, he yanks you forward by the neck and kisses you, hard, possessive, teeth clashing, tongue fucking into your mouth like heâs erasing every trace of Jakeâs kisses. When he pulls back his lips are wet, eyes blazing with jealousy and hunger.
âBedroom. Now.â
He doesnât wait for you to walk. Just scoops you up like you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck, cum still dripping down your thighs and onto his shirt. Jake scrambles up and follows, sweats tugged up haphazardly.
Sunghoon kicks the bedroom door shut behind the three of you with a bang that rattles the frame. He drops you onto the bed, gentle enough not to hurt, rough enough that you bounce, thighs splaying open automatically. He looms over you, tall and broad and radiating controlled fury.
âStrip. Everything off. Let me see exactly what he got to play with while I was gone.â
You obey instantly, tugging your shirt over your head, shoving your shorts down, kicking them aside until youâre completely bare, pussy puffy and glistening.
His gaze rakes over every inch of you, slow, possessive, furious, hungry. He licks his lips. âYouâre mine tonight, princess. All fucking mine. And youâre going to feel exactly who this cunt belongs to until you canât remember anyone elseâs name.â
He glances at Jake, standing frozen by the door, eyes wide and cock twitching in his sweats.
âYou can watch,â Sunghoon says coldly, voice like a blade. âBut you donât touch. Not until I say so. You sit there and watch me take back whatâs mine.â
Jake swallows hard. Nods once. Sinks into the chair in the corner, hand already palming himself through his sweats like he canât help it.
Sunghoon turns back to you. Grabs your thighs in both hands and spreads them wide, wide enough that your folds spread, dripping. He lowers his head slowly, eyes locked on yours the entire time.
The first long, vicious swipe of his tongue through your folds is punishing, hot, wet, claiming, licking every drop of Jakeâs cum straight out of you like heâs erasing the evidence. You arch off the bed with a sharp cry, hands flying to his hair. Sunghoon doesnât stop. He eats you like a man starved, tongue fucking deep inside your cum-filled hole, sucking noisily, swallowing every filthy mix of you and Jake with low, possessive growls that vibrate straight to your clit. He sucks your swollen folds into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit, then dives back in to lap at the creamy mess still oozing out of you.
Youâre moaning, loud, broken, shameless, hips grinding against his face while he devours you, chin and lips shiny with cum and your fresh slick. He pulls back just long enough to growl against your thigh,
âGonna lick every last drop of him out of this pussy until it only tastes like me. And then Iâm going to fuck you so deep youâll still feel me tomorrow when the others take their turns.â
His mouth seals back over your clit, sucking hard, two fingers plunging deep, and the jealousy is only just beginning.
The bedroom is thick with the sounds of Sunghoonâs mouth devouring you, long, filthy drags of his tongue through your cum-slick folds, sucking Jakeâs release out of your fluttering hole like heâs personally insulted by every drop. Heâs relentless, humming low against your clit, two fingers curled deep inside you, scissoring and stroking that spongy spot that makes your thighs quake around his ears. Your back is arched off the bed, hands fisted in his dark hair, moans spilling out broken and shameless as another orgasm teeters right on the edge.
Then the door bangs open.
Heeseung fills the frame like a storm cloud, broad shoulders tight, jaw locked, one hand fisted in the back of Jakeâs t-shirt. Jake looks wrecked already: lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed crimson, cock still half-hard and shiny with your slick, the cocky little grin from earlier completely wiped away. Heeseung doesnât even glance at you at first. His voice is low, calm, the kind of calm that makes the air feel heavier.
âLiving room. Now.â
Jake opens his mouth, probably to whine, to joke, to try and charm his way out of it, but Heeseungâs grip tightens, fabric stretching across Jakeâs shoulders. Jake stumbles forward instead, casting one last wide-eyed look at you before they disappear down the hall. The living-room door shuts with a soft, deliberate click that somehow feels louder than a slam.
Youâre left panting, chest heaving, Sunghoonâs tongue still lazily circling your clit like the interruption was nothing more than background noise. He presses one last open-mouthed kiss to your dripping pussy, then pulls back slowly, lips glossy, chin glistening with a messy mix of you and Jake. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, slow and deliberate, eyes dark and glittering with dark amusement as he rises to his knees between your spread thighs.
âLooks like someone earned himself a timeout,â he murmurs, voice velvet-rough, thumb brushing a lazy stripe up your inner thigh to collect the fresh slick still leaking out of you. His gaze flicks toward the hallway, then back to your flushed, trembling body. âGuess that leaves the three of us to remind you exactly how this works, princess.â
Jay appears in the doorway a heartbeat later, arms crossed over his chest, shoulder propped against the frame, eyes raking over you with that cool, assessing hunger that always makes your stomach flip. He takes his time stepping inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet snick, the lock clicking into place like a promise.
You try to push yourself up on your elbows, instinct, nerves, the sudden awareness of how exposed and messy you are, but Sunghoonâs large hand plants flat on your sternum and pushes you right back down into the mattress. Firm. Unyielding. Possessive.
âStay right there,â he says softly, almost sweet, but the edge underneath it makes your cunt clench around nothing. âWeâre not done with you yet.â
Jay stops at the foot of the bed, looking down at the obscene picture you make: completely naked, skin flushed pink, thighs shiny with slick and cum, nipples tight and begging, pussy puffy and still leaking. He reaches out, fingers threading through the hair at your scalp, tightening until your breath hitches. He yanks your head back just enough to expose the long line of your throat, thumb stroking once over your racing pulse.
âYou let him fuck you raw the second we left,â Jay says, voice low and dangerously even. âWithout asking. Without waiting. Without even a text to let us know our pretty little slut was getting her cunt filled.â
His free hand slides down your body, possessive, claiming, cupping your soaked pussy like it belongs to him. Two thick fingers push inside without warning, rough and deep, curling hard against that spot that makes white sparks burst behind your eyes. You cry out, hips jerking, walls fluttering greedily around the intrusion.
Sunghoon watches with a mean little smile, one hand lazily stroking his own thick cock. âThis pussy,â Jay continues, voice dropping to a growl as he pumps his fingers faster, âis ours. All of ours. You donât get to decide who fills it first when weâre not here. Understand?â
You nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure already pricking your eyes. âY-yesâfuckâyes, itâs yoursââ
Sunghoonâs hand replaces Jayâs on your throat, long fingers wrapping around the column, squeezing just enough to make the edges of your vision sparkle and your cunt gush around Jayâs fingers. Not cutting off air. Just reminding you whoâs in control.
âGood girl,â Sunghoon breathes against your ear, leaning down to bite your earlobe. âNow prove it.â
They move like theyâve choreographed this a hundred times in their heads.
Jay flips you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, face pressed into the sheets that already smell like sex, ass up high, back arched deep. He keeps one hand fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back until your spine bends in that perfect, aching curve. Sunghoon shoves your thighs wider apart, knees sinking into the mattress as he kneels behind you. His cock is flushed dark, angry, veins throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip as he lines up and slams in, deep, brutal, one single punishing thrust that punches the air straight out of your lungs.
You scream into the sheets, the stretch burning so good it borders on too much. Sunghoon doesnât give you time to adjust. He sets a ruthless pace immediately, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wetly against your clit with every brutal drive, the wet squelch of your cum-filled pussy echoing obscenely. Jay releases your hair only to wrap his hand around your throat from the front instead, squeezing in perfect time with Sunghoonâs thrusts, thumb pressing under your jaw so you feel every heartbeat.
âTake it,â Jay growls, voice rough with arousal. âEvery fucking inch. You wanted cock so bad you couldnât even wait for all of us? Then youâre gonna take everything we give you, princess. Gonna let us ruin this greedy little hole until you remember who it belongs to.â
Sunghoon leans over your back, chest slick with sweat against your spine, one hand fisting your hair now while the other reaches around to slap your clit, sharp, stinging little taps that make you clench and sob. Jayâs free hand comes down hard on your ass, once, twice, three times, each smack leaving a bright red handprint that blooms hot across your skin.
âWhose pussy is this?â Jay demands, voice low and filthy.
âYoursââ you sob, voice cracking. âYoursâfuckâyoursâSunghoonâJayâpleaseââ
Sunghoon yanks your head back harder, lips brushing your ear as he pounds into you. âSay it louder. Let the whole fucking apartment hear who owns this cunt.â
The rhythmic slap of skin on skin, your choked moans, Sunghoonâs low possessive growlsââThis tight little pussy is fucking mineââcarry clearly down the hallway.
In the living room, Heeseung has Jake pinned against the wall by the collar, fist raised, knuckles white with restraint. The first muffled scream from the bedroom makes them both freeze. Then another, higher, broken, needy. The unmistakable wet slap of Sunghoonâs hips. Jayâs dark chuckle. Your desperate, gagged whimpers around whatever theyâre doing to your mouth now.
Heeseungâs fist slowly lowers. Jakeâs eyes go wide, cock twitching visibly in his sweats.
Heeseung turns toward the bedroom door, expression unreadable but eyes burning.
Then theyâre both moving, fast.Â
They burst through the door just as Sunghoon buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. Youâre a complete wreck: face down, ass up, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, tears streaking your cheeks, ass glowing red from Jayâs handprints, cunt stretched obscenely around Sunghoonâs thick cock, creamy cum from Jake and your own slick coating your thighs.
Heeseung stops at the foot of the bed, takes one long, possessive look at the scene, then climbs on without a word.Â
âMove,â he tells Sunghoon, voice low and lethal.
Sunghoon slows just enough to pull out with a wet, filthy pop, thick strings of cum and slick connecting his cock to your gaping hole. Heeseung grabs your hips, flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing, and hooks your legs over his arms, folding you in half until your knees are by your ears. He lines up and slams in, harder, deeper, angrier than Sunghoon, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that makes you scream his name.
Jay pulls back from where heâd been feeding you his cock, letting you gasp for air, then moves behind you. Sunghoon shifts to your side, hand wrapping around your throat again, thumb stroking your pulse almost tenderly now.
Jay presses the blunt head of his cock against your ass, already slick from the mess dripping down, and pushes in slow, relentless, the burn intense and overwhelming as he stretches you open around him. Heeseung stays buried to the hilt in your pussy, holding perfectly still while Jay sinks deeper, until both of them are fully seated inside you, rubbing against each other through the thin wall, filling you so completely you can feel them in your throat.
Youâre sobbing, overwhelmed, stretched to your limit, pleasure so sharp it hurts, in the best possible way.
âBreathe, baby,â Sunghoon murmurs, voice softer now, fingers loosening just enough on your throat. âYouâre taking us so fucking well. Such a good girl for us.â
They start moving, slow at first, testing, letting you adjust to the impossible fullness. Then harder. Deeper. Alternating thrusts, Heeseung driving in while Jay pulls out, Jay slamming home while Heeseung retreats, until the rhythm syncs and theyâre both fucking into you at the same time, stretching you open on two thick cocks with every synchronized thrust.
Jake stands frozen by the door, cock rock-hard again, hand wrapped tight around it, stroking himself slow and desperate, eyes wide and glassy with guilt and raw arousal. Sunghoon notices. His voice cuts through the wet sounds of flesh. âWatch, Jake. You started this. Now you get to watch how we remind her exactly who she belongs to.â
Jayâs fingers find your swollen, oversensitive clit, rubbing fast, rough circles that make your vision spark white.
âCome,â he orders, voice rough. âCome on both our cocks. Milk us. Show us who this perfect body belongs to.â
You shatter harder than you ever have, screaming, back bowing, spasming violently around both cocks, gushing slick down Heeseungâs shaft as your orgasm rips through you in endless waves. Heeseung comes first with a deep, broken growl of your name, flooding your pussy with hot, thick pulses. Jay follows seconds later, burying himself deep in your ass and filling you with rope after rope until it leaks out around his base. Sunghoon strokes himself twice, fast and rough, then spills across your stomach and tits in long, creamy stripes, marking you visibly.
They donât pull out right away.
Just stay buried deep inside you, panting, sweating, chests heaving, holding you between them like something precious and thoroughly, beautifully ruined.
Heeseung leans down first, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your tear-streaked cheek. âMine,â he whispers against your skin.
Jay echoes it against your shoulder, lips brushing the fresh bite mark Sunghoon left earlier. âMine.â
Sunghoonâs fingers loosen completely on your throat, turning into gentle strokes along your jaw. âMine too, princess. Always.â
Youâre trembling, wrecked, full to overflowing, claimed in every possible way. And Jake, still standing by the door, cock leaking in his fist, eyes shiny with regret and desperate need, looks like heâs never wanted forgiveness more in his life.
The entire room smells like sex and sweat and something deeper, something dangerously close to devotion. None of them move to let you go. Not yet.
The room is thick with the aftermath, sweat, sex, the faint metallic tang of overstimulation hanging in the air like smoke. Your body feels liquid and heavy, every muscle spent, every inch of skin marked in some way: fingerprints blooming on your hips, faint red lines from Sunghoonâs grip on your throat, the slow leak of them all still inside you, warm and obscene between your thighs.
No one moves right away.
Heeseung is the first to shift. He eases out of you carefully, slow, deliberate, hissing softly at the drag. Jay follows, pulling out with the same measured gentleness, both of them watching your face for any flicker of pain. Sunghoonâs hand leaves your throat last, fingers trailing down your sternum in a soothing path before he sits back on his heels.
Youâre trembling, small, involuntary shivers that ripple through you like aftershocks. Jay notices first. He reaches over the side of the bed, grabs the soft throw blanket thatâs been kicked to the floor sometime in the last hour. Drapes it over your lower half, tucking it around your waist like heâs wrapping something fragile.
âEasy,â he murmurs. Voice low, rough from use. âWeâve got you.â
Heeseung slides off the bed, still naked, still glistening, and disappears into the en-suite bathroom. Water runs. A minute later he returns with two warm, damp cloths. One for your face, one for between your legs.
He kneels beside you. Presses the cloth to your cheek first, gentle swipes over tear tracks, then your swollen lips. You lean into it without thinking. Heeseungâs free hand cups the back of your head, thumb stroking the base of your skull in slow circles.
Sunghoon moves to your other side. Takes the second cloth from Heeseung when heâs done with your face. Parts your thighs carefully, murmurs a soft âshhâ when you flinch at the cool air, and cleans you with careful strokes. Between your folds, down your thighs, over the sticky mess on your stomach and chest. Heâs thorough. Patient. Every pass of the cloth feels like an apology he doesnât know how to say out loud.
Jake is still hovering near the door, shirtless now, sweats low on his hips, looking like heâs not sure heâs allowed to come closer. Heeseung glances at him once. Sharp. Then softer.
âWater,â Heeseung says. Not an order. Just a word. Jake nods, quick, grateful, and bolts. Heeseung turns back to you.
âCan you sit up a little?â You nod, weak, but willing. Jay helps, arm around your shoulders, easing you against the headboard. Pillows get rearranged behind your back until youâre propped comfortably. The blanket stays tucked around your waist; someone (Sunghoon) pulls the sheet up to cover your chest without smothering you.
Jake returns with a tall glass of water and, somehow, a small tray he must have grabbed from the kitchen. On it: a bowl of cut fruit (strawberries, mango, grapes, someoneâs idea of ârecovery foodâ), a few pieces of the chocolate they keep stashed in the fridge, a packet of electrolyte powder already stirred into a second glass.
He sets it on the nightstand. Doesnât try to climb on the bed yet. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, looking at you like you might vanish if he blinks.
Jay picks up a strawberry first. Holds it to your lips.
âOpen.â
You do. The fruit is cold, sweet, bursting on your tongue. Jay feeds you slowly, another strawberry, then a piece of mango. His fingers brush your bottom lip each time, wiping away juice with his thumb.
Sunghoon takes over with the chocolate. Breaks off a small square, places it on your tongue. Watches you melt it slowly, eyes dark but soft.
âYou did so good,â he says quietly. Almost to himself. âTook everything we gave you.â
Heeseung handles the water, holds the glass to your lips, tips it carefully so you can sip without spilling. When youâve had enough, he sets it aside and wipes your mouth with the edge of the sheet.
Jake finally moves closer, slow, like heâs approaching something skittish. He perches on the very edge of the mattress.
âIâm sorry,â he says. Voice small. âFor earlier. For not waiting. Forââ Heeseung cuts him off with a look. Not angry. Tired.
âLater,â Heeseung says. âShe needs rest now.â Jake nods. Swallows hard. Jay reaches over, squeezes Jakeâs shoulder once, firm, forgiving, then turns back to you.
âMore?â he asks, nodding at the tray.
You shake your head. Full. Heavy-lidded. The ache between your legs has dulled to a low, satisfied throb; your limbs feel like warm honey.
Sunghoon takes the tray away. Sets it on the dresser.
Heeseung pulls the covers up higher, tucking them around your shoulders, smoothing the fabric over your chest. Jay adjusts the pillows again so youâre lying flat but elevated just enough. They surround you, four bodies, four sources of warmth, without crowding.
Heeseung lies on your left. Arm draped loosely over your waist. Not possessive. Protective. Jay on your right. Hand resting on your hip under the blanket. Thumb stroking idle arcs. Sunghoon stretches out at the foot of the bed, long legs hanging off the edge, head pillowed on your thigh like itâs the most natural place in the world.
Jake curls up against your legs, face tucked into the crook of your knee, one arm thrown over your shins like heâs anchoring himself there. No one speaks for a long minute. Just breathing. Slow. In sync.
Heeseungâs fingers find yours under the blanket. Laces them together. Squeezes once. âSleep,â he murmurs against your temple. âWeâre not going anywhere.â
Jay presses a kiss to your shoulder, soft, lingering. Sunghoonâs hand strokes down your calf, slow, soothing.
Jake mumbles something sleepy against your skin, too quiet to catch, but it feels like âthank you.â Your eyes flutter closed. The room smells like them, all of them, mixed with clean sheets and the faint sweetness of fruit. Just warm bodies. Gentle hands. Quiet promises. And the steady rhythm of four heartbeats lulling you under.
The idea starts innocently enough.
Itâs been three days since the jealousy the three had that they claimed was just âheat of the momentâ but you knew better, and the apartment has settled into something dangerously close to domestic. Mornings are soft now, coffee passed hand-to-hand, lazy kisses traded over toast, rules quietly ignored unless someoneâs feeling particularly mean. The fridge note is still taped up, but no oneâs enforced them. Itâs almost⌠normal.
Almost. Jay is the one who brings it up first. Youâre sprawled across his lap on the sectional Sunday afternoon, legs tangled with Sunghoonâs, Jakeâs head pillowed on your stomach while Heeseung scrolls through takeout apps from the armchair. Jayâs fingers are tracing idle patterns on your bare thigh, higher than friendly,lower than any action, when he says it.
âI want to take you out.â
The room stills. You lift your head from Jakeâs hair. âLike⌠a date?â Jayâs mouth quirks. âYeah. A date. Just you and me. Dinner. Somewhere nice. No roommates crashing.â
Sunghoon snorts without looking up from his phone. âGood luck with that.â
Heeseung glances over the top of his screen. âYouâre asking permission?â
Jay shrugs. âIâm telling you. Friday night. Sheâs mine for the evening.â
Jake sits up slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes. âWaitâsolo? Like, no sharing?â
Jayâs hand tightens on your thigh. âNo sharing. One night. My rules.â
You feel the shift immediately, the air thickening with something possessive and unspoken. Heeseungâs jaw ticks once. Sunghoon finally looks up, eyes narrowing. Jake just pouts. But no one argues. Friday comes fast.
Jay picks the restaurant himself, small, upscale Italian place downtown. Dim lighting, velvet booths, candles that cost more than your old rent. He texts you the address at 6:45 p.m. sharp.
Jay: Wear something pretty baby ;) preferably no panties sweetheart
You roll your eyes at the winky face and the last obligation, but you obey anyway.
The dress is black, silk, short enough to make you nervous when you sit. Heels that click satisfyingly on the pavement. Hair down, lips red. When Jay arrives to pick you up, he stops dead in the doorway.
âFuck,â he breathes. Steps close. Cups your face with both hands and kisses you slow, deep, claiming, tasting like mint and want. âYouâre killing me.â
The drive is quiet. His hand rests high on your thigh the whole way, thumb stroking the inside seam, never quite reaching where youâre already wet. He doesnât speak. Just smiles every time you squirm.
The restaurant is perfect.
A corner booth. Wine list thicker than a novel. Jay orders for both of you, pasta, seared scallops, tiramisu for later. His knee presses against yours under the table. His fingers brush yours when he passes the bread. It feels⌠romantic. Normal. Like youâre a real couple on a real date.
Youâre laughing at some stupid story heâs telling about Sunghoon trying to cook once when the first text comes through.
Jake: picture of him pouting on the couch Â
Jake: miss u already princess đŠ
You snort. Show Jay. He rolls his eyes. âIgnore them.â
Another buzz.
Sunghoon: timestamped selfie, him shirtless in the kitchen, knife in hand, looking bored Â
Sunghoon: hurry up. foodâs getting cold here
Jay exhales through his nose. âTheyâre children.â Heeseungâs text is last.
Heeseung: Enjoy your date. Weâll behave. Â
Heeseung: âŚmostly.
Your not sure what that means, youâre not sure if you want to find out. You laugh, soft, nervous, and slip your phone face-down. Jay reaches across the table. Takes your hand. Laces your fingers. âI meant it,â he says quietly. âTonightâs just us. No crashing. No rules. Just you and me.â
You believe him. For about seven more minutes. The scallops arrive. Perfectly seared. Youâre mid-bite when the restaurant door opens. And four familiar silhouettes step inside. Jake first, grinning like he invented mischief. Sunghoon behind him, hands in pockets, expression unreadable. Heeseung last, calm, collected, scanning the room until his eyes land on you.
Jayâs fork pauses halfway to his mouth.
âMotherfuckers,â he mutters.
They donât hesitate. Jake slides into the booth beside you first, arm slung casually over the backrest, fingers immediately finding the nape of your neck. âHey, princess. Fancy seeing you here.â
Sunghoon takes the seat next to Jay, long legs stretching out, forcing Jay to shift. âNice place. Bit pretentious, though.â
Heeseung pulls up a chair from a nearby table, unapologetic, sits at the end like he owns the booth. âWe were in the neighborhood.â
Jayâs jaw is so tight youâre worried itâll crack.
âYou said you would behave.â
Heeseung shrugs. âWe are. Weâre not fucking her on the table. Yet.â
Your face burns. Jake laughs, bright, delighted, leans in and kisses your cheek. Loud. Wet. âYou look so pretty. Red lipstickâs a nice touch.â
Sunghoon reaches across Jay to steal a scallop off your plate. âHeâs right. You do look fuckable.â Jay slams his fork down.
âThatâs enough.â The table goes quiet.
Jayâs voice is low. Dangerous. âI said one night. Just me and her. You had your turns. Back off.â
Heeseung leans forward. Elbows on the table. âWeâre not here to take her. Weâre here to watch you try to have her all to yourself.â His gaze flicks to you, dark, heated. âAnd see how long it takes before sheâs begging for the rest of us.â
Jakeâs fingers tighten on your neck. âCâmon, hyung. Donât be dramatic. We can share the appetizer.â
Sunghoon smirks. âOr the main course.â
Youâre throbbing under the table. The silk dress feels too tight. The wine too warm in your veins. Jay looks at you, really looks. âAre you okay with this?â
You swallow. Meet his eyes. Then glance at the others. Then back to him. âIâm okay,â you whisper. âBut⌠maybe we skip dessert here.â
Jay exhales, half-laugh, half-snarl. âBathroom,â he says. âNow.â He stands. Pulls you up with him. The others donât move. They just exchange knowing glances. Jake just grins. âWeâll keep watch.â
Jay drags you through the restaurant, hand firm on your lower back, past the bar, down the narrow hallway, into the single-stall bathroom at the end.
He locks the door. Spins you around. Pushes you forward until your palms slap the sink. The mirror is huge. You watch your own reflection, lips parted, chest heaving, dress already rucked up to your hips.
Jayâs behind you, fly open, cock hard and leaking. He doesnât speak. Just yanks your dress higher, notches himself at your entrance, and thrusts in, hard. Deep. One brutal stroke that makes you cry out.
âQuiet,â he growls against your ear. Hand clamps over your mouth. âThey can hear.â He fucks you like heâs proving a point. Fast. Rough. Hips snapping. The sink rattles. Your tits bounce with every thrust. His other hand fists your hair, yanks your head back so youâre watching yourself in the mirror.
âLook at you,â he pants. âTaking it so good. Even when they crash. Even when I try to keep you to myself.â
You moan into his palm, muffled, desperate.
He reaches around. Finds your clit. Pinches. Rolls. Hard.
âCome,â he orders. âCome on my cock before they barge in.â
You do, fast, violent, clenching around him so hard he swears. He follows seconds later, burying deep, spilling hot inside you with a choked groan.
He doesnât pull out right away. Just holds you there, chest to your back,breathing ragged. Then he kisses your shoulder. Soft. Apologetic. âSorry,â he murmurs. âCouldnât help it.â You laugh, shaky, wrecked.
He pulls out slowly. Fixes your dress. Wipes between your thighs with paper towels from the dispenser. When you open the door, Jakeâs leaning against the opposite wall. Arms crossed. Smirking. âTook you long enough.â
Jay glares. Jake pushes off the wall. Steps close. Kisses you, quick, filthy, tasting Jay on your tongue. âMy turn to watch the door,â he says. âGo wait in the car. Round twoâs on us.â
Jay takes your hand. Leads you out, past the hostess who definitely knows what just happened, into the cool night air.
The car is parked in the back lot, tinted windows, engine already running. Sunghoonâs in the driverâs seat. Heeseung in the passenger. Both turn when you climb in the back. Sunghoonâs eyes drop to the wet spot on your dress. Smiles, slow, predatory.
âMissed the show?â Heeseung reaches back. Pulls you onto his lap. âPlenty of time for round two,â he murmurs against your neck. Jay slides in beside you. Jake climbs in last, locks the doors. The engine starts. And the night? The night is far from over.
The black SUV idles in the shadowed back lot behind the restaurant, engine a low, steady rumble beneath the distant pulse of music leaking from the outdoor speakers. Tinted windows seal the interior into a private world, leather seats already radiating warmth, the air heavy with Jayâs cologne, the sharp bite of expensive whiskey on their breath, and the unmistakable, intimate musk of sex that still clings to your skin.
Youâre straddling Heeseung in the center of the back seat, silk dress shoved up around your waist, thighs spread wide over his hips. His dark jeans are damp where your leaking cunt has pressed against him. Heeseung doesnât flinch. His hands are beneath the fabric, broad palms cupping your bare ass, fingers spreading you open with deliberate care, holding you exposed and vulnerable in the dim glow filtering through the windows.
Jay sits to your left, shirt untucked, collarbones still flushed, lips swollen and red from the way heâd fucked you against the marble sink in the bathroom minutes earlier. Sunghoon occupies the right side, long legs stretched out, one hand already working the thick outline of his cock through tailored slacks, eyes fixed on the sight between your thighs. Jake has twisted around in the front passenger seat, forearm braced on the headrest, gaze dark and unblinking.
For several long seconds, no one speaks.
Only the rhythm of heavy breathing, the soft creak of leather as bodies shift, the faint metallic tick of the cooling engine. Then Heeseungâs voice, low, gravel-rough, breaks the silence against the shell of your ear.
âYouâre still dripping him,â he murmurs, one hand sliding from your ass to slip between your legs from behind. Two fingers push into the slick, swollen heat of your cunt, gathering Jayâs release and pressing it back inside with slow, unhurried strokes. The wet sound is obscene in the confined space. âCan feel it leaking out. Canât let that go to waste.â
Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, inner walls fluttering, a soft, helpless whimper slipping past your lips as your hips twitch forward. Jayâs hand joins Heeseungâs without hesitation. Four fingers now, stretching you wider, scooping the thick cum deeper, curling against the front wall until your breath hitches sharply.
âHeâs right,â Jay says, voice quiet but edged with something darker, more possessive. âWe should keep you full. All night. Every time one of us finishes, the next one pushes it right back in.â
Sunghoon leans in closer, breath ghosting hot along the side of your neck. His voice is velvet and steel. âFull until it takes. Until youâre so thoroughly bred thereâs no question who put it there.â
The words hit like a physical blow, low in your belly, sharp and electric. Your cunt clenches hard around their fingers, a fresh gush of slick coating their knuckles.
Jakeâs eyes widen in the front seat. âFuckâdid you justââ
âI said,â Sunghoon repeats, slower, darker, each syllable deliberate, âfull until it takes. Until this perfect little cunt is swollen and leaking and carrying exactly what we give it.â
Heeseungâs free hand slides up to cradle the front of your throat, not squeezing, simply holding, thumb resting over your racing pulse. âYou like that thought, donât you?â he asks softly, lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear. âAll four of us pumping you full, one right after the other. No pulling out. No wasting a single drop. Just letting it stay deep until your body has no choice but to keep it.â
You nod, frantic, tears already gathering at the corners of your eyes because the fantasy is suddenly too vivid, too real, too close to everything your body has been silently begging for.
Jayâs fingers crook harder, pressing ruthlessly against that spot that makes your vision blur. âUse your words.âÂ
âI want it,â you gasp, voice cracking. âWant you to, to breed me. Fill me until I canât take any more. Until itâs all inside me. Pleaseââ
A chorus of low, guttural groans fills the car. Heeseung lifts you just high enough to shove his jeans and briefs down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick, flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. He doesnât tease. He simply guides you down onto him in one long, controlled descent, stretching you open around his length until your ass meets his hips and heâs buried to the hilt.
You cry out, head falling back against his shoulder, nails digging into his forearms.
âThatâs it,â he hisses through clenched teeth. âTake every inch. Take every fucking drop Iâm about to give you.â He begins to move, deep, rolling thrusts that grind the head of his cock against your cervix with punishing precision. Jayâs hand stays between your legs, fingers circling your clit in tight, relentless loops while Heeseung fucks up into you with measured force.
Sunghoon has already freed himself completely, long, elegant fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly, eyes never leaving the place where Heeseung disappears inside you over and over. âMy turn comes next,â he says, voice low and certain. âIâm going to add to it. Make sure nothing escapes.â
Jakeâs hand is inside his own pants now, stroking himself in perfect time with Heeseungâs rhythm, breath coming in short, ragged pants. âLook at her,â he mutters, almost reverent. âSo fucking desperate to be filled. Greedy little thing.â
Heeseungâs pace builds, hips snapping up harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the car. âIâm going to come inside you,â he warns, voice strained. âGoing to flood this tight cunt until itâs overflowing. You ready for it?â
âYesâpleaseâHeeseungââ
He buries himself as deep as possible and comes with a long, broken groan, hot, thick pulses painting your walls, filling you so completely you feel the pressure build behind your navel. Even as you clench down hard, trying to keep it all in, the excess begins to leak out around his base, coating his balls and dripping onto the leather.
He doesnât pull out. He simply holds you there, still hard, still buried deep, while Jay shifts.
Jay moves to kneel on the seat beside you, one knee braced against the cushion. He nudges Heeseungâs softening length aside just enough to press his own cock against your already-stretched entrance. The stretch is immediate, two thick cocks forcing their way inside the same slick channel, rubbing against each other through the thin barrier of your walls. You scream, muffled against Heeseungâs shoulder, body shaking violently.
Jay fucks into you with short, brutal thrusts, the friction almost unbearable. âThis pussy is going to take all of us tonight,â he growls, voice rough with possession. âGoing to be so full of cum youâll feel it moving inside you every time you breathe.â
Sunghoon reaches over, fingers finding your clit again, pinching, rolling, tugging, pushing you higher and higher while Jay pounds relentlessly.
The orgasm crashes through you without warning, sharp, blinding, walls spasming so violently around both cocks that Jay swears under his breath. His hips stutter, then slam forward one last time as he comes, hot spurts mixing with Heeseungâs release until youâre overflowing, thick rivulets running down your thighs and soaking the seat beneath you.
Sunghoon doesnât give you time to recover.
He yanks you off both of them, strong hands manhandling you onto all fours across the wide back seat, ass presented high, face pressed into Heeseungâs lap. He lines up and drives in with one punishing thrust, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion that forces the air from your lungs.
âThis cunt is getting bred tonight,â he snarls, voice low and dangerous. âIâm going to pump you so full youâll be leaking for days. Every step you take tomorrow, youâll feel us still inside you.â
He fucks like itâs a claiming, like he needs to imprint himself deeper than the others. One hand fists your hair, yanking your head back until your spine arches sharply. The car rocks with the force of his thrusts.
Jake climbs over the center console into the back, kneeling in front of your face. He guides his cock to your lips. You open for him immediately, taking him deep, sucking with sloppy, desperate hunger while Sunghoon rails you from behind.
Sunghoon comes with a guttural sound, hips locked flush against your ass, flooding you with another hot load until it spills out around his base and runs in sticky trails down your inner thighs.
Jake pulls free from your mouth, strokes himself twice, and spills across your lower back in thick, warm ropes, marking your skin. They rotate again, Heeseung sliding back in, then Jay, then Sunghoon, each one adding more, fucking it deeper, pushing it against your cervix with every thrust until youâre trembling, sobbing, body overwhelmed and exquisitely full.
When the final round ends, Sunghoon pulling out with a wet, filthy sound, a fresh gush of cum following, your legs give out completely. You collapse forward onto Heeseungâs chest, shaking, panting, utterly spent.
Jay reaches into the center console and withdraws a small black velvet pouch. Inside are three plugs, smooth black silicone, flared bases, graduated sizes. Heeseung selects the largest, coats it generously in the creamy mess still leaking from you, then presses the blunt tip against your swollen entrance.
âGonna keep every drop where it belongs,â he murmurs, voice soft now, almost reverent. He works the plug in slowly, watching your face the entire time, until it pops past the rim and settles deep, the weight immediate and grounding.
Jay takes the smaller one, slicks it with the same care, and presses it gently but firmly into your ass. The dual fullness is overwhelming, possessive, complete.
Sunghoon cleans between your thighs with a packet of wipes from the glovebox, slow, careful strokes that feel almost tender after everything. Then he helps you sit up, smoothing your dress back down over your hips, fingers combing gently through your tangled hair. The car falls quiet again. They surround you, Heeseungâs arms wrapped securely around your waist, Jayâs hand resting warm and steady on your thigh, Sunghoonâs fingers tracing idle patterns along your arm, Jake leaning over the seat to press close from the front. After a long stretch of silence, Jake speaks, voice quieter than youâve ever heard it. âWe donât want anyone else,â he says simply. âNot ever. Not like this.â
Jay nods once. âYouâre not just something we fuck. Youâre ours. Completely. For everything.â
Sunghoonâs fingertips brush the line of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. âWe thought we could keep it light. Keep some distance. Pretend it didnât matter.â He exhales, the sound almost pained. âWe were wrong.â
Heeseungâs hold tightens, lips brushing your temple. âNo one else touches you. No one else fills you. No one else gets to love you the way we do.â The word, love,lands soft and heavy, undeniable. You turn your face into the warm curve of Heeseungâs neck, feel the first tear slip free, not from pain, not from overwhelm, but from the sudden, terrifying certainty that this is exactly where you want to be.
âI donât want anyone else either,â you whisper against his skin. They exhale as one, like theyâve been waiting weeks to hear it. Jake leans farther over the seat, presses a gentle kiss to your temple. âGood.â Jay draws you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin.
Sunghoon drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders, still warm from his body, carrying his scent. Heeseung climbs over the console, settling in the driverâs seat, he glances up at you through the rear view mirror, starts the engine, and pulls out of the lot with careful precision. The drive home is quiet. The plugs shift inside you with every turn, constant, heavy reminders. Their hands stay on you, gentle now, grounding.
When you reach the apartment they carry you inside, Heeseungâs arms strong and sure, straight to the largest bed. They undress you slowly, silk peeled away, heels slipped off, every movement careful and deliberate. They clean you again, warm washcloths, soft touches that linger.
Then they slide into bed around you, skin on skin, bodies fitting together like they were made for it. Heeseung at your front, chest pressed to yours, one leg thrown possessively over your hip. Jay at your back, arm wrapped securely around your waist, lips brushing your shoulder. Sunghoon curled lower, head resting on your thigh, long fingers tracing soothing circles. Jake pressed to your side, fingers laced tightly with yours.
No words. Just the slow, even rhythm of their breathing syncing with yours. Until the plugs feel less like possession and more like quiet promise. Until sleep finally claims you, safe, full, irrevocably claimed. Your dreams arenât about running. Theyâre about staying.
dilf!hongjoong, who met you by accident, with him bumping into you on his way to the studio. his americano spilled all over your blouse, his mouth going 100 miles an hour spitting out apologies. in a normal situation, you would have probably yelled at the guy for not watching where heâs going, but when you looked up at him, the words on the tip of your tongue were gone.
the man in front of you was gorgeous, veiny arms, glasses on the bridge of his nose and an outfit fitting so well it was probably made for him. but the biggest thing you noticed? he had to be at least a decade older than you. little did you know, he had the same sort of thoughts in his head. you looked like an angel, hair perfectly styled and makeup on point. your outfit was too, before he made a fool of himself and spilled the coffee all over you.
dilf!hongjoong, who invites you to come up to his studio to get clean up and borrow a shirt of his; he canât let you walk around the city like that. when youâre all clean and changed he makes some polite small talk, asking about your work and plans for the day. youâre almost out the door when he calls out after you, asking for your number to take you out to dinner so he can apologise properly.
and apologise properly he does, taking you to an upscale restaurant and letting you order whatever your heart desires. he even brings a bouquet of fresh cut flowers and a gift card for the clothing store your coffee-stained blouse was from (yes, he checked the tag when you left it at the studio. sue him). the chemistry between you is undeniable, barely any pauses or awkward silences, itâs like youâve known each other for years.
dilf!hongjoong, who after taking you out a few more times, finally asks you to be his girlfriend. he knows some people might feel odd about the age gap, but heâs sure heâs never had a connection this strong with someone before. and when you say yes? heâs the happiest guy in the world.
although, your dynamic does change a bit after you become official. hongjoong has always been incredibly attentive to your needs, and now it seems that has increased tenfold. he does it out of love, and when he does it for long enough, you start looking at him like your anchor, the one thing that can truly keep you grounded and safe.
thatâs how youâve ended up in the current situation. your day was horrible-your boss giving you extra work for no reason, the clasp on your favourite necklace breaking and harin from the marketing department stealing your lunch from the fridge. you just wanted to clear your head, forget about everything that went wrong and be at peace for a second.
and now youâre in the elevator going up to you boyfriendâs studio, ready to bolt down the hallway to him the moment the elevator doors open. your foot is impatiently tapping against the metal floor, timing seeming to slow down just so the universe can spite you. when you finally get to the door you donât even bother knocking, barging straight in. he gives you a surprised look, but as soon as he notices your dishevelled look, he knows better than to scold you.
youâre lucky he was going through a creative block, it gave him (almost) all the time in the world to comfort you. he moves to the minifridge tucked under his desk, grabbing the bottle of whiskey he had stashed for trying times and pouring himself a shot or two. with the glass in hand, he sits down on the black leather couch, legs spread wide, beckoning you to come closer.
you settle your head in his lap, one of your hands moving to firmly hold onto his thigh, the other covering your face. his free hand comes to move said hand away, wiping away your tears with the ring-clad fingers before opening his mouth for the first time since you came.
âwhatâs the matter my sweet girl? what happened to you today?â his words only make you nuzzle closer to him, your nose sharply inhaling the scent of the leather, his laundry detergent and something so him. words starter tumbling from your mouth, telling him all the details of your absolutely horrible day, how you wish you could just sleep for a week straight and completely hide from the world.
when youâre done with your story heâs finished the glass of whiskey, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. âiâm so sorry baby, your day has been so horrible and i couldnât be there with you. but you know how much i love you, right? it hurts me to see you in pain, how about we make it all betterâŚâ, he says, moving to give soft pecks to your tear stained cheeks. and when his lips press to yours you know itâs gonna be okay, because your joongie always makes it better.
where you and jeonghan find out youâve been unknowingly sharing the same guy, and get back at him by fucking each other.
⼠pairing: seungcheol x f!reader x jeonghan
⼠words: 4.9k
⼠warnings: everyone is bisexual, brief petty fighting over a man, pure smut: masturbation, unprotected sex, mouth & hand stuff, multiple orgasms, cum eating, mouth spitting, a smidge of ass play, cucking. 18+ mdni.
⼠notes: man, is this filthy. i did not read this shit over. only took a month and a few rewrites but we got here!!
you: [1 attachment]Â
you smile at the thumbnail while waiting for it to be sent through to yourself: cheollieâs pretty face stuffed between your thighs.Â
just something to keep you company the next time work demands his attention for days on end. finding a new fuck buddy has been out of the question since the first time you met seungcheol at the clubs and promptly took him home â or rather, the first time you hooked up with someone who wasnât him and realised sex isnât all that when heâs not the one youâre doing it with.Â
once it shows up as Delivered to your end, you shut off his phone and discard it somewhere in the sheets. you roll over and nuzzle into his back, nodding off to the soft snores of the man who just spent the last few hours fucking the living daylights out of you.Â
until a ding from his phone cuts through your shallow doze. then another. you blink, confused and increasingly panicked at the timing of the notification.Â
âŚdidnât you send the video to yourself??
you didnât exactly check the name before sending it, but you didnât have to. it should be you at the top of seungcheolâs contacts. youâre the last person he messaged after all, since he invited you to a trip to pound town and was pretty occupied with that until knocking out in your bed.Â
another ding has you fumbling around the blanket for seungcheolâs phone. you hold it to your face, squinting through the light to read the name on his notification screen.Â
âhannieâ?Â
you donât waste another moment in punching in his passcode and opening the chat up with a sinking stomach. whoever this illustrious hannie is, she was on the receiving end of your sex tape, not yourself.Â
hannie:Â ??????
hannie:Â Cheollie??Â
your stomach flips at the nickname. he told you to call him that too. said it was special, just between you two; only lets girls call him that when heâŚÂ
you:Â this is cheolâs girlfriend. who the fuck is this?Â
okay, so you may have just blatantly lied. but youâre not above being possessive, let alone petty.
seungcheolâs quite literally the best dick youâve ever had â even if youâre too emotionally unavailable to slap a label on it that would make him yours alone â so youâre just a little curious about the competition, especially when up until now you werenât aware there was any.
you quit seeking out anyone else since the dawn of your little agreement with seungcheol, and you just assumed he was doing the same⌠considering you let him fuck you raw.Â
hannie:Â ă ă ă ă ă ă
hannie:Â No offence babes, but if you really think youâve got Cheollie locked down, youâre delusional~
youâre shaking with adrenaline all over at this point. you actually canât believe the audacity on this woman. you scroll back up to the sex tape and hold on it until the little options bubble pops up. if she thinks sheâs funny, youâre about to start acting fucking hilarious.
you:Â [forwarded an attachment]
you: if thatâs your man then why was he eating this pussy? đ¤Ł
hannie: well fuck
hannie: Iâm hard
in the split second your mind blanks from disbelief, your thumb flies to the call button in the corner of the screen as you slip out of bed. it barely rings once before hannie picks up.Â
âgod, youâre forward.â she â or rather, he â says in a low, raspy chuckle.Â
your jaw actually drops a little. if you werenât so pissed off youâd probably findâŚhis⌠voice attractive.Â
âyouâre a dude?!?â you whisper-yell, padding into the bathroom and locking the door behind you.Â
âyes.â
âyour nameâs hannie.âÂ
âitâs short for jeonghan.â
âokay jeonghan,â you seethe with as much malice in your tone as you can manage. âwho the fuck are you?â
âi think you owe me the answer to that first, sweetheart. considering you came on to me.âÂ
âfuck off.â you snap, and he whistles lowly in response. you frown. âare you fucking him?âÂ
âi have been.â you can just hear the smirk in his tone.Â
just like in the movies, your back slides down the bathroom wall until youâre sat on the cold tile. this shitshow is just the gift that keeps on giving. not only is your all-time favourite fuck buddy seeing other bitches, but said bitch is a whole ass man, whoâs sassier than you are.Â
âi didnât know cheollie swung that way.â you mutter.Â
âi didnât know he swung your way either. guess our boyfriend was playing us both, hm?â
you scoff, offended that heâd even lump you in with him like youâre some sort of team. âhe is not my boyfriend. how long have you been seeing him??âÂ
âsince april.â the same as you. fuck. âheâs not mine either. but does it even matter who was taking him up the ass first? weâve both been led on, sweetheart.âÂ
âshut up.â you grit. you couldâve gone your entire life without having to hear you were unknowingly sharing a dick with this cocky ass twink. âand for your information, i never took him.âÂ
âoh wow.â jeonghan sighs, though it sounds too much like a whine. âis this why cheollieâs always so rough with me? because heâŚhahâŚcops it from you?âÂ
you blink, turning your volume to the max and listening to the unmistakable noises coming from the other end: the shuffling of fabric, barely concealing the slick sounds beneath it.Â
âare you seriously fucking jerking off?âÂ
jeonghan huffs, and you can just hear the way he smirks through the phone. âcan you blame me? you sent me a video of my man eating a pretty fucking pussy.âÂ
âoh my god.â you can only say in disbelief.Â
the noises come to a halt, as you can imagine jeonghanâs hand did. against your will, your mind conjures up an image of the way he must be gripping himself right now: cock twitching in his fist, begging for any friction, but refusing to move until your voice is at his ear again.Â
until you tell him itâs okay.Â
he audibly gulps. ââŚis that too much?âÂ
you stare at the tiles of the bathroom floor. the room around you goes blurry as you focus on nothing but his shaky puffs of air on the other end.
you donât know how itâs come to this. but fuck if youâre not gonna channel all this adrenaline somewhere.Â
for a moment, the only response from your end is something shuffling. jeonghan only realises whatâs happening when you spit, and he smirks since he knows it must be on your own fingers.Â
âi didnât say stop, did i?â you tell him in a whisper, breath hitching when your fingers swirl over your clit.Â
jeonghan moans through a laugh, and you throb under your fingers at the noise.Â
âoh, iâll do whatever you want.â he drawls.Â
most people would be devastated if they were in your position: realising that the only dick youâve been letting cum inside of you, was also getting sticked into holes that didnât belong to you. and you were devastated over the revelation for all of like a few minutes before justâŚÂ having phone sex with owner of said holes?
after you came on your fingers to the sound of jeonghan doing much the same on his end, then sat in a puddle of your arousal and regret as you caught your breath, jeonghanâs mellow tone was enough to still your scattered thoughts.Â
âdonât feel bad, pretty.â he cooed to you, reading the silence exactly for what it was. âhe hid us from each other. looks like this was why, huh?âÂ
in fact, it was.Â
you stayed up all night texting jeonghan from your own phone once you slid back into bed like nothing happened. after one hell of a first impression, it surprised you how well you and jeonghan got on as you properly got to know each other. how often you giggled at his jokes, how attracted you were to him in the selfie he sent where you nearly mistook him for a girl again.Â
how you pressed your thighs together when his words turned filthier in response to the selfie you sent back.
you were almost disappointed when seungcheol woke you up the following morning by pressing his morning wood against your ass. it was the fact that you couldnât invite jeonghan over to see if heâs just as good as through the phone, and all you had was this lying, fat cock throbbing bitchass...Â
âwhereâs this coming from?â seungcheol chuckles as you straddle him, pissed off at him and pent up by jeonghan; grinding your clothed heat right down onto his in chase of friction.Â
âjust you, cheollie.â you smile lopsided at him, mind elsewhere.Â
you think back to memory of jeonghan fucking his fist to the sound of your voice, how wrecked and pretty his moans were. thinking back to the nudes he sent you when the conversation steered to just sexting, how his cock was weeping around his fingers and onto his toned stomach.Â
as you rode seungcheol, you did so selfishly. you kept your eyes screwed shut as you rocked on him, uncaring for the movement he needs to get off, your thoughts consumed entirely with the guy heâs been seeing behind your back. the guy you fully intend to start seeing behind his back.
you imagine itâs jeonghanâs slender cock fucking right into your g-spot right now instead of cheolâs girthier length. you imagine itâs jeonghanâs soft moans beneath you instead of cheolâs rough grunts. you imagine itâs jeonghanâs lithe fingers coming to rub at your clit instead of cheolâs thick ones.Â
you almost called out the wrong name as your orgasm seized you.Â
luckily you didnât, or else seungcheol wouldâve refused to leave your place; especially since you were basically pushing him out the door while he was still in post-nut clarity.
after your place was free of one man, you took your pretty ass to the shower, freshened up, and texted the other man your address.
jeonghan fucked you so good and so thoroughly you damn nearly texted seungcheol and thanked him.Â
most people in your position would probably be giving you nasty side eye for it. now, youâre only devastated over seungcheol hiding him purely because youâve been missing out.Â
and well, jeonghan fully intends to make up for lost time.Â
you were both on the same page about this being your shared little secret from seungcheol, his own personal karma. but you didnât intend to stop seeing him, no â thatâs where half the fun came from.
jeonghan fit into your days so easily as if the spot was there waiting for him. you texted and called him just as much as seungcheol. whenever your man couldnât come around, youâd be calling your other man right over.Â
you started filming sex tapes with seungcheol for the sole purpose of watching them back with jeonghan. youâd reenact them with him as they played in the background: sometimes heâd be seungcheol and press you into the mattress as he fucked you, sometimes youâd be seungcheol and youâd ride him until he was a shaking mess.Â
whenever seungcheol preferred one of you over the other for the week â one being told that he was busy and would make it up next week, the other being fucked into oblivion by him â you always made sure no one else was left out. you traded photos of the messy state heâd leave you in, retold the sex in detail over call as the other got off to your voice: jeonghan jerking off to you telling how seungcheol bent you over a desk, you fingering yourself to jeonghan telling how he deepthroated seungcheol.Â
you always have jeonghan over after him. never before. seungcheolâd smell his other lover on you in an instant, and god forbid choi seungcheol feel left out.Â
some days it feels like youâre just fucking seungcheol so that you can get a round two with jeonghan once heâs gone. and youâd feel bad, if only seungcheol didnât try to gatekeep jeonghan first â in an effort to protect his own fears of being the one left out, of course.Â
how ironic.
âwhere he goes low,â jeonghan had cooed to you once, rubbing the aches out from your back in the post-sex haze. âwe go lower.â
and youâve been living by that.
as per usual, jeonghan gets to your place so quickly after seungcheolâs left that youâre worried their cars may have passed by each other.Â
he canât help it. jeonghanâs favourite thing ever is tasting his man while heâs fucking his girl. once you texted him that you let seungcheol fuck you raw, he didnât even reply. rather, you got the life360 notification that heâd left his house to know that he was instantly on his way over after reading that, forgetting to let you know in text.Â
and, lucky for you both, seungcheol left behind his hoodie.Â
after jeonghan lets himself in, he finds you laying on your bed in nothing but just that â the smell of sweat and sex and seungcheol still heady in the air.Â
you smile at your man, spreading your legs and showing where youâre cupping your hand over your pussy to keep your other manâs cum from leaking out.Â
âoh, baby, youâre too good to me.â jeonghan praises in a broken voice, mindlessly throwing his keys somewhere across the room as he dives onto the mattress, sights honed in on what youâve got for him between your legs.Â
you cry out when his mouth latches onto your pussy as if by a magnetic pull. your hands tangle in his hair, trying your best to not just rip the strands out â still sensitive from how seungcheol left you.Â
you hadnât even gotten off, in fact. youâd insisted to him that you wanted to be edged, with the promise that next time he could make you cum til you fainted. and well, you still intend to make good on that promise â but itâs also because jeonghanâs greedy ass isnât satisfied unless heâs pulled at least two orgasms out of you and some days you nearly canât take it. call it suffering from success.Â
now with the treat youâve left for him between your thighs, youâre sure youâll be in for him rewarding you with a handful of orgasms.Â
heâs so lost in the sauce that he doesnât even realise he had his eyes shut until heâs missing the sight of your face. you watch his lashes flutter open, his pretty brown eyes flicking up to your face: lips curling in a satisfied smile as he licks a hard stripe from your hole to clit.Â
his chin and cheeks glisten with the messy mixture of fluids. he keeps bobbing his head like that, applying pressure with his tongue just to see you tremble above him. heâs so in tune with your body at this point that he cocks a brow as a thought clicks in his head.Â
he pouts. âaw, baby. did cheollie not make you cum?âÂ
he blows air out on your clit experimentally, and his eyes shade over with how you shudder at the barest contact.Â
you shake your head. âtold him not to. wanted it to be you, hannie.âÂ
for such a sharp tongue, you render jeonghan speechless for a beat. his grin stretches wider across his soaked face, and heâs looking at you like he could grant you the whole world if you only asked.Â
âyou canât be saying shit like that, sweetheart.â he sighs, plunging two lithe fingers into your core and delighting in the way you sob a moan. âif you ever want me to get rid of me..â
ânot happening.â you grit out, throwing your head back when he starts to pump his fingers slowly.Â
he sucks in a sharp inhale, one of necessity because youâve got him that breathless.Â
âah. you must really like me.â he curls his fingers until he hits that spongey spot, tutting at how your thighs clamp around his head in kind. âlucky me, âcause i am crazy about you.âÂ
jeonghan reattaches his mouth to your pussy, lips closing around your clit to suck on the bundle of nerves. youâre sure he must feel how youâre throbbing under his tongue and around his fingers. cheol left you teetering off the edge, so you knew youâd be a goner when jeonghan got here so soon afterwards.Â
his fingers relentlessly curl inside of you, his mouth switching between kitten licks and suctioning on your clit until youâre shouting out something that might be his name â orgasm completely taking over your body.Â
you think you die a little with how hard and fast it slammed into you. jeonghanâs diligent to lick and fuck you through it, so youâre not sure how long it is before you come down, chest fighting to catch breath and throat sore from the exertion.Â
you weakly tilt your chin down at jeonghan, whoâs leaving gentle pecks on your inner thigh as he waits for you. his eyes catch on yours and he smirks, no doubt plotting something behind that beautiful face.Â
jeonghan inches his fingers out, and you wince as his knuckles drag deliberately against your walls. his fingers are completely drenched: his saliva, your cum, and some of seungcheolâs too.Â
he licks his lips at the sight but restrains himself, instead bringing his hand to your mouth.Â
you donât waste a second in closing your lips around his fingers, ravenous as the sharp tang lights up your palate. you can recognise each of your separate tastes and you mewl, taking jeonghanâs fingers until they tap the back of your throat. he cusses lowly before he retracts his hand.Â
when your gazes meet again, you see your reflection with how wide jeonghanâs pupils were dilated.Â
you grab jeonghan by the scruff of his hair and pull him up your body until his face is just short of yours. you tilt it back with a tug, his neck exposed and bobbing with a gulp.Â
your face hovers over his and he opens his mouth expectantly, lips stretched in a helpless smile as he presents his tongue.Â
you spit straight onto it, watching how his pupils eclipse even more of his irises in pure delight.Â
he moans as he swallows the mess of fluids down â the taste of you, cheol and himself sliding down his throat.
you donât wait another moment before mashing your lips together, kissing him with more tongue and teeth than anything.Â
your free hand fumbles for his lap, palming over the prominent bulge in his shorts. you can tell heâs not wearing boxers (theyâd be useless) when his length twitches at your touch, the fabric already soaked with precum.Â
âfuck,â jeonghan gasps, chuckling into the kiss. âi might cum.âÂ
he plunges his fingers right back into your pussy, scissoring you open as he feels for cheolâs cum still pooled deep in your core. he doesnât want to waste a single drop â he fully intends to fuck it right back into you, feeling both his man and his girlâs cum around his cock. just the thought has his moaning again.Â
âcan you imagineâ hahâ how fucking mad heâd be?â he rasps out, hips bucking into the delicious friction your palm offers.Â
âoh, godââ you giggle. âhow dâyou think heâd react?â
âprobably break it off with us both, the big jealous baby.â he huffs out a laugh, wincing when your pussy clamps around his fingers. âbut itâs alright, sweetheart, iâd be lucky to just have you.âÂ
the concept is almost inconceivable at this point: only having jeonghan. youâve gotten so used to having two men to choose from depending on your mood. to being fucked twice in a day by two different cocks.Â
you know that sooner or later itâll come out. youâve gotten reckless lately: blatantly texting jeonghan in front of cheol, not even pretending to be bummed when he says he canât come see you. hell, there was one time where you and jeonghan were mysteriously busy â fucking each other to the tune of your phones ringing as cheol took turns calling you both.Â
in fact, itâs made it even more exhilarating. knowing youâve both got this over him, knowing how much heâd hate it and how itâs his own fault. itâs too bad he didnât lock either of you down while he had the chance â theyâd call him king arthur if he was able to seperate you and jeonghan now.Â
about to die from the impatience, you tug jeonghanâs sweatpants down enough for his cock to spring free. he hisses when you wrap a tight fist around him, adding a third finger into your pussy in response.Â
âah, ahâ gonna need to fuck you like now.â jeonghan says shakily, pulsing violently in the circle of your hand. âiâm close to making a fool of myself.âÂ
you nod, laying back into your pillows for him.
âyou gotta be fuckingâŚâÂ
the sound of seungcheolâs low voice through the wall has you leaping out of your skin, but jeonghan simply keeps you laid on your back with a hand pressed onto your tummy.Â
your door swings open to reveal your other lover, standing in the frame with smoke pouring from his ears.Â
jeonghan isnât the least bit startled. doesnât halt his fingers either; just draws out the pumps, leaving you trembling as you stare at seungcheol with guilty, teary eyes.Â
âah, cheollie, itâs about time.â jeonghan drawls.Â
you stifle a moan when jeonghan curls a single finger to hit your g-spot, just to be mean. âwhat are you..?âÂ
âi came to get my hoodie.â seungcheolâs frown deepens as he takes in your naked form under said hoodie, eyes honing in on where your body connects with jeonghanâs fingers. âwhat the fuck are you doing?!â
âyah, you canât ask a girl that when youâre the one who broke into her house.â jeonghan says, speeding up his fingers at the other man watching.Â
âthe door was unlocked.â seungcheol deadpans.Â
you shoot a glance at jeonghan, who just shrugs, guilty. (in his rush to get to you, he forgot to lock your front door behind him.)
jeonghan curls his fingers again, and this time you canât help the moan that leaves you. seungcheol steps into the room, successfully provoked.Â
âfuckingâ justââ he rambles, looking like heâs two seconds from prying jeonghanâs hand out of you. âwhat the fuck is this?â
jeonghan shrugs with that same shit-eating grin. knowing he wonât get a serious answer out of him, seungcheol addresses you by name. âwhyâhow do you know him?âÂ
âyou tell me.â you snap back, wriggling your hips lower to give jeonghan even better access in spite. âwhy donât you introduce us?âÂ
âwouldnât that be nice.â jeonghan coos to you. âi think heâs too scared weâll fuck each other though.âÂ
âgod, you two really are alike, arenât you..â seungcheol sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
âoh, so he has a type.â jeonghan says. âyour greed sickens me. but i get it, iâm no better. not since i got a taste of her too.âÂ
at that, jeonghan pulls his fingers out, only to wrap them around his cock and line himself up with your pussy â eyes never leaving seungcheol.Â
your other lover walks further into the room until he stops just short of the foot of the bed. he runs a hand through his hair like youâre both stressing him the fuck out (you are), completely helpless to just witnessing this.Â
âwait. jeonghan, donât.â seungcheolâs usual commanding tone is lost on him, the words instead delivered as a weak plea.Â
jeonghan hums, unconvinced as he swirls his tip at your hole.Â
âplease donât,â seungcheol's close to begging. it's almost like heâs in a trance as he drops to the floor on his knees, unable to rip his eyes away from jeonghanâs tip nearly breaching into your wet warmth. âjeonghan.â
through half-lidded eyes you glance at seungcheol kneeling before you, his hand creeping towards the very evident tent in his grey sweats.Â
âplease what?â jeonghan teases, pre leaking all over your pussy.Â
seungcheol gulps down the size of a boulder.
âplease donât stop.âÂ
per his request, he doesnât. with one snap of his hips jeonghan pushes into you, and all three of you moan as he fills you up.Â
you pulse around him once he bottoms out, and jeonghan shudders as the mixture of cum all up in your pussy gushes around his cock.Â
âshit, baby. letâs hope i can last in front of cheollie,â jeonghan snickers in a low voice meant just for your ears. he throws a look over his shoulder at your other lover. âif you can hold back on cumming, iâll let you join.âÂ
the older man mumbles something under his breath (canât be anything nice), but he listens anyways â gripping both of his thighs while trying to ignore the painful pulsing between them. if he touches himself at all while watching you both, heâs going to fail.Â
he resolves to biting his tongue as jeonghan starts to fuck you properly, in hopes he might draw blood to distract from how his bonerâs screaming at him for some god damn relief.Â
the room sounds like a literal porn set: wet slapping and squelching, neither you and jeonghan holding back on your moans with full intents of pissing seungcheol off.Â
you could almost forget heâs even there when jeonghan starts slamming into you, your body shuffling up the bed from the force. he cants your hips up so he can angle his thrusts just right into your g-spot, and you all but sob when a thumb comes to circle your clit.Â
âjust one more fâme,â jeonghan pants out, and almost like on command your pussy starts spasming around him. âyeah, thatâs it, thatâs my good baby.âÂ
seungcheolâs cock is so stiff he think he might just die. where your orgasm ends, jeonghanâs starts â but he doesnât stop rubbing at your clit, pushing you into overstimulation just because he wants to feel you completely wring him dry.Â
both of your moans as jeonghan shoots his load inside of you is the sexiest and most torturous sound seungcheolâs ever heard. heâs almost bitten his tongue in half by the time jeonghanâs pulling out, quick to cup his hand over your pussy to make sure nothing seeps out.Â
jeonghan gives seungheol a once over to ensure thereâs no cum stain on his sweats before cocking his head in your direction, beckoning the other man over. âwant a taste?âÂ
seungcheolâs on his feet and at the bed within seconds. he doesnât waste another moment in latching his mouth to your pussy, the mess of mixed cum gushing onto his tongue. your backâs arching from the sensitivity, but itâs futile trying to writhe away from seungcheol when heâs eating you out like a man on the brink of starvation.
jeonghan keeps your legs open with one hand pressing your thigh to the bed, the other hand planted in seungcheolâs hair â praising and directing him as he holds his head down. your head is spinning from the overstimulation. the promise you made to cheol be damned, you think youâre going to faint now if he pulls another orgasm out of you.Â
jeonghan must see it: the glazed, faraway look in your eyes, how youâve gone almost dumb with the pleasure.Â
high off the surge in pride, he takes his hand from your thigh and kneads seungcheolâs ass. itâs all the warning he gets before a thumb prods at his hole.Â
seungcheolâs response is muffled when jeonghan shoves his face even further into your pussy. he doesnât push in, just circles the rim with enough pressure to make cheol shiver.Â
jeonghanâs other hand then reaches down into seungcheolâs sweats and grips his weeping cook. as out of it as you are, your hand replaces his to tug at seungcheolâs hair â keeping him in place as you hump at his mouth, basically riding his face to reach one last orgasm.Â
jeonghan has no mercy as he jerks seungcheol off: fist closed so tight to the point it must be painful, moving so fast he canât feel his arm.Â
your nth orgasm hits first: ripping through your body and soaking seungcheolâs face, the taste of all of your cum coating his tongue. a mere few strokes later and seungcheolâs orgasms follows with a pitiful sob into your pussy.Â
he shoots ropes across your sheets before collapsing into them, head lolled across your bare thigh.Â
jeonghan pats his ass with a satisfied hum. âwell damn. if you wanted to cuck, cheollie, you couldâve just asked.âÂ
he rolls his eyes. âfuck doing that again. you know i hate being left out.âÂ
âdoesnât feel good, does it?â you remind him, fingers threading through his sweaty hair.Â
seungcheol grumbles. âso you found out about each other and now you fuck, is that right?â you both nod at him, and he sulks. âthis is exactly why i didnât say anything!âÂ
jeonghan tuts. âyou better get used to sharing, cheollie.â
Heeseung strode through the front door of his sprawling penthouse, his jaw tightening the moment he heard the laughter echoing from the living room. He'd cut his board meeting short, eager to surprise his spoiled princess with an early return. But there you were, curled up on the couch with that boy, your so-called boyfriend, his arm draped casually over your shoulders as some mindless movie played on the screen. Heeseung's eyes narrowed, but he forced a calm smile, his CEO facade slipping into place like a well-tailored suit.
"Evening," Heeseung said smoothly, loosening his tie as he set his briefcase down. The boy jumped up, stammering a greeting, while you beamed at him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his gaze. Heeseung played the gracious step-dad, offering drinks and small talk, but every touch the boy laid on you âevery brush of his fingers against your thighâ made his blood boil. You were his. His adored, pampered girl. No one else got to have you like that.
As soon as the front door clicked shut behind your boyfriend, Heeseung's demeanor shifted. He turned to you, his eyes darkening with possession. "Upstairs. Now," he commanded, his voice low and edged with steel. You hesitated, but the look on his face sent a thrill through you, and you obeyed, your heart pounding as he followed close behind.
In the bedroom, Heeseung didn't waste time. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you against his chest, his lips crashing down on yours in a bruising kiss that tasted of jealousy and claim. His hands roamed roughly, stripping off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties. "You think you can let another man touch what's mine?" he growled against your neck, nipping at the skin hard enough to leave a mark. He yanked off his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and binding them tightly behind your back. "This is for being such a naughty little slut, princess. Daddy's going to remind you who you belong to."
Heeseung shoved you onto the bed face-down, your ass up in the air, vulnerable and exposed. He stripped quickly, his cock already hard and throbbing, leaking pre-cum at the sight of you like this. Without warning, he hooked his fingers into your panties and tore them aside, exposing your slick, dripping pussy. "Look at you, already wet for me," he sneered, delivering a sharp spank to your ass that made you yelp, the skin blooming red under his palm. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back as he positioned himself behind you, his thick cock pressing against your entrance.
He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, your walls clenching around him like a vice. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as he started pounding into you, raw and relentless, his hips slamming against your ass with each punishing drive. "Fuck, you're so tight," Heeseung groaned, spanking you again, harder this time, the sting making you gasp and arch. Fluids leaked from where you were joined, your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs, the obscene squelch of your pussy taking him echoing with every thrust.
He pulled your hair tighter, forcing you to look back at him over your shoulder. "Tell Daddy how much you love his cock," he demanded, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it, or I'll stop and leave you like this, aching and empty." Another spank, then his hand came down on the other cheek, alternating until your ass was hot and marked with his handprints. He leaned over you, biting down on your shoulder, sucking a dark hickey into your skin, claiming you, branding you as his.
You moaned, the words tumbling out in a breathless whine. "I love your cock, Daddy... only yours..."
But Heeseung wasn't satisfied. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, propping it up against the lamp to record the scene, the way your bound hands twisted uselessly behind your back, your face pressed into the sheets, tears of pleasure streaking your cheeks as he fucked you doggy style, his balls slapping against your clit with each deep, brutal plunge. The camera captured it all: the slick sheen of sweat on your bodies, the way your pussy stretched around his girth, juices gushing out with every withdrawal and thrust.
"This will be sent to your pathetic boyfriend, baby..." he taunted, zooming in on where he was splitting you open. "This is what happens when you let another guy near you. Now, beg for my cum. Tell me how only Daddy makes you feel this good."
He spanked you again, the crack loud and sharp, pulling your hair to make you face the lens. His pace grew erratic, hips snapping harder, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. Fluids splashed with each movement, your cream coating his base, the sounds filthy and wet, slurping, slapping, your whimpers mixing with his grunts.
You cried out, submissive and desperate, your voice breaking. "Please, Daddy, cum inside me... I need your cum so bad. Only you make me feel this good, only your cock fills me like this... I'm yours, all yours..."
Heeseung's grip tightened, his possessiveness surging as he watched you through the screen, your body shaking under him. "That's right, you're mine," he snarled, thrusting deeper, his cock pulsing as he finally let go, flooding your pussy with hot, thick ropes of cum. It overflowed, leaking out around him, dripping down your thighs in sticky trails. He kept recording until he pulled out, capturing the way his seed spilled from your abused hole, then set the phone aside, collapsing over you, his breath ragged against your marked skin.
"Next time you even think about another guy," he whispered darkly, untying your wrists and pulling you into his arms, "Remember this video and this moment. Daddy doesn't share his princess."
S- First chapter yay! Itâs a bit lengthy I know and not much additional scenes between Steve and reader but the next chapter (and the extra one) will be all about the two of them. I hope you guys enjoy it. Some of the scenes are not accurate according to the show but itâs fine.
Warnings/genre: fluff, inaccurate time travel stuff (I made it all up) thereâs obviously gonna be a HUGE age gap in the 20s but in the 80s they are of the same age, I will dwell more on readers and Billyâs friendship later on (heâs a less of a ass), cursing, not proofread.
Word count: 7,326
I stared at the watch in my hand, a look of confusion all over my face, âThis gift by grandma doesnât make any sense.â I said after a while.Â
I was sitting on the stool in the dining room, wearing a black dress for my grandmotherâs funeral.Â
âHoney, your grandmother was a clever lady. There must be a reason why she gave it to you.â My mom said as she turned around to face me.Â
She was busy plating the food for all the guests who came for our grandmotherâs funeral.Â
âYeah but she always made sure to make it known that she wasnât fond of me so..â I said with a shrug, my hand busy playing with the straps of the watch. âI donât even know why youâre defending her. She treated you horribly so many times.âÂ
âDear, just because someone acts bad a few times doesnât mean you forget about the good they have done for you. She grew old, so her behaviour changed.â Mom grew quiet, her hands gripping the table, âSheâs the reason I am what I am now.âÂ
I furrowed my brows at that, âWhat do you mean?â I asked.Â
âI never really thought about starting my own clothing line. My dad in the past always told me that as a woman I just had to settle down with a man but then I met your father at your grandfather's firm. He was everything you would ever look for in a man but then I met his mother.â She smiled softly at that memory, her hand gripping the pendant around her neck, âShe was one of the best people out there. She encouraged me to do what I liked, follow my dream and your father was right there through it all to give his support so really if anything, I owe your grandmother everything.âÂ
I stared at the watch in my hand, noticing how the hand was not moving at all, âDoes this thing need batteries or something?â Mom looked at the watch.Â
âYou should just move the hand. It should work. Itâs 19:04.â I nodded my head and did what mom told me to and just like that, the watch started working again.Â
âHoney, itâs about time you keep this.â Mom said softly, her hands busy removing the pendant. âThis was given to me by your grandmother before my marriage and I had this for a very long time but I think this is ready for a new owner.â Saying that, she stood behind me and helped me put the pendant on.Â
âMomâŚthis is beautiful.â I said while my hand gripped onto the pendant. It was rose gold in colour with a small time watch hand attached inside it.Â
âWhat was the 80s like?â I turned around to look at my little sister Jane who walked inside the room with a white rose in her hand.Â
I picked her up and grabbed the rose from her tiny hands to make sure she didn't prick herself with the thorns.Â
âWellâŚour parents never really paid attention to what we were doing unlike how it is today.â I scoffed in disbelief when mom said that.Â
âThatâs not fair. Why are you always stalking me to see what I am doing then?â Mom looked at me with a stern gaze when I said that, her hands on her hip.Â
âThat is because youâre an eighteen year old girl and the times have changed. Who knows what you kids do nowadays.â I gave my mom a âare you seriousâ look. âDonât talk back.âÂ
âI didnât even say anything.â Saying that, I looked at the watch and frowned at the number 84 slowly fading in. âDo you see the number 84?â I asked my sister who leaned down to take a good look at the watch.Â
She shook her head and went back to eating the small pancakes mom gave her, âHoney, maybe youâre just tired. Why donât you go and take a nap?â I rolled my eyes but didnât complain and went upstairs to my room.Â
âHoney! Wake up! Itâs time for school!â I groaned in my sleep, covering my face with the pillow to drown out the noises.Â
Dozing off, I flinched when I heard a jarring noise coming from my bedside table. Peering my eyes open, I frowned when I saw an old clock instead of the digital one I had.Â
âWhat theâŚâ I mumbled, slowly sitting straight upâsuddenly not feeling sleepy as I took the state of my bedroom in.Â
It was a beige brown colour on the ceiling and a lighter one on the walls. I had family pictures hanging on the wall.Â
âIs this a prank?â I said to myself, my feet moving by themselves as I stood up. âMom!â I yelled and ran downstairs.Â
âMom!â I yelled louder, my footsteps echoing in the house. Reaching the kitchen, I stopped abruptly once I saw mom, dad and my sister, âWhy are you guys dressed as if weâre in the 80s?â I looked at mom with slight judgment.Â
She was wearing an apron and making breakfast for us which was not at all something mom would normally do.Â
Usually dad would wake up early to get breakfast for us all or make it himself.Â
âWhat are you talking about silly? Are you trying to prank us?â Mom asked as she turned around to face me. She immediately placed her hand on her hip, her other hand pointing at me with a ladle in her hand, âWhy are you not dressed yet? I am not letting you skip school again. I know you had this huge argument with Nancy at the Halloween party but it was two days ago sweetie. You both gotta make it up.âÂ
I frowned when I heard the name Nancy, âNancy? Whoâs Nancy?â Dad let out a beaming laugh at my very serious question.Â
He kept his newspaper down and looked at me, âSweetheart, I know high school brings a lot of drama but you gotta learn to let it go.â I grew more confused at that and approached the dining table.Â
âI am really lost. I have no idea what you guys are talking about.â Mom stared at me when I said that and let out a gasp as if she had pieced two and two together.Â
âDid you drink at that party?â My eyes widened at her words, instinctively taking a step back when she started walking towards me.Â
âWhat? No! And I donât even remember going to that stupid party! Hell I feel like you guys are playing an absurd prank on me which is really stupid because grandma just passed away!â I exclaimed. There was silence once I said that.Â
Jane just banged her hands on the table softly.Â
âWatch your mouth! Donât say such things. Your grandmother is well and alive.â I grew more confused when mom said that.Â
I opened my mouth to say something back when I heard a loud horn from outside. âWhoâs that?â I looked at mom.Â
âDid you hit your head? Thatâs your ride. Gosh you arenât even dressed yet.â Mom mumbled under her breath while walking towards the door to invite that person in I suppose.Â
âGo get dressed.â Thatâs all dad said as he went back to reading his newspaper.Â
I stood by the stairs and saw a guy with mullet hair walk in with a younger girl with ginger hair walking behind him.Â
âY/N, how long is it going to take for you to get dressed?â I looked at the guy with a raised eyebrow, still trying to figure out who the hell he is supposed to be.Â
âAnd you are?â He let out an obnoxious laugh, as if surprised I even asked that question.Â
âDonât mind her. She has been acting like this ever since she woke up.â Saying that mom turned to look at me with a firm expression, âY/N, Billy isnât going to wait around all day for you so you better get dressed.â Was all she said before walking back into the kitchen.Â
âMax, honey come here. I prepared you a sandwich to go.â I stared at the girl as she placed her skateboard down and followed my mom into the kitchen.Â
âWe donât have all day! I need to go and piss off Harrington!â I looked at Billy and rolled my eyes, slowly walking upstairs. âHURRY!â He yelled which made me fasten my pace.Â
âSoâŚwhoâs Harrington?â I asked Billy once I was all buckled up. Max stopped staring out of the window when I said that and looked at me strangely.Â
âDid you hit your head on the wall or something?â She asked in concern. I glared at her through the mirror but didnât bother to reply.Â
âYou know for once I agree with Maxine. Youâre acting way too strange today.â Billy said while turning up the volume of the radio.Â
Getting pissed off, I turned it off and looked at Billy, âAnd who are you to make that assumption about me?â Billy scoffed at my question and pressed down on the gas a bit more.Â
âYour mom told me that you were acting as if you donât know who Nancy is.â I just stared at him, hoping heâd elaborate. âNancy Wheeler? Your goody two shoes best friend who used to date Harrington? Ring any bells?âÂ
âWhy do you keep talking about Harrington? Do you like her or something?â Billy abruptly stopped the car when I said that.Â
âHer? Thereâs no her. It's him. I am talking about Steve. Nancy used to date him and why would she even date a girl? Thatâs so weird.â I rolled my eyes when he said that.Â
âYouâre so outdated geez. Whoâs Steve?â Billy chuckled as he started the car. The speed is a bit more at a reasonable pace.Â
âYou really did hit your head.â Billy said, his attention on the road.Â
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Unbuckling my seatbelt, I stepped out of the car and closed the door with a small thud as I started walking towards the entrance. At least I hoped it would be.Â
âY/N!â I turned around and saw a girl around my age jogging towards me with books in her hand. Her hair was nicely done and tied.Â
âYes?â My answer came out more as a question, not having any idea who I was facing because if I was in the 80s (which still sounds absurd) she could be my bully as well.Â
âLook I am sorry about what happened at the party. I didnât mean to snap at you when you just tried to help me.â I nodded at her while walking inside the school. I didnât want to dwell on that topic since I didn't even know what that argument was about in all honesty.Â
âNancy?â I mumbled as I took a guess, hoping it was the right person.Â
She looked at me expectantly to see what I was going to say next. I just shook my head and continued walking.Â
âLook, I am going to skip the fourth period with Jonathan. If Steve asks, just say that I wasnât feeling well.â I nodded at her, still trying to figure out who Steve is.Â
âSo I am guessing youâre with Steve?â Nancyâs gaze faltered at my question. I internally panicked thinking I said something wrong.Â
âI donât know. Not really. We kind of broke up.â I nodded my head, still not sure how to react because realistically speaking if I was actually stuck in the 80s I was talking to a girl who is old enough to be my mother in the future which is my present.Â
âDo you think time travel is possible?â I asked out of nowhere while we were walking to our class or which I hoped would be my class.Â
âTime travel? I donât know but with what happened last year I wonât be too surprised.â She said with a shrug.Â
âWhat happened last year?â Nancy stared at me with confusion when I asked that as I was stupid.Â
âWill? Him going missing and then us fighting with that inter dimensional creature.â I just stared at her and slowly nodded my head.Â
I sucked in a deep breath and walked inside the classroom. I felt like I was losing my mind because if I was actually in the 80s then I am stuck here because I donât know how to go back to the 20s where I actually belong.Â
Taking all the information in, I sat behind Nancy and placed my head down on the table hoping to get some sleep because if I am stuck in the 80s thereâs no way in hell am I going to study.Â
Just like Nancy said, she skipped the fourth period with that Jonathan guy to do god knows what.Â
I was currently sitting by the bleachers on the field, my notebook open as I scribbled down every information I got to know since I woke up.Â
âHey.â I looked up to see a guy taking his seat beside me. âDo you know where Nancy is?â I raised my eyebrow at what he said.Â
So he might be Steve. âUhâŚshe went home. Wasnât feeling well.â Was all I said as I stood up and started gathering my stuff to leave.Â
âI need your help.â I stopped walking down the stairs and stared at Steve, indicating to him to go ahead. âNancy and I broke up and I was hoping youâd help me get her back. Look I know I sound crazy and obsessed but I justâŚshe was the last good thing I had going on.âÂ
I looked at Steve, his shoulders slumped as he stared at the floor. Sighing, I walked back towards him and sat down on my previous spot.Â
âDo you know why you broke up?â I asked slowly, not wanting to hit the wrong button by asking the wrong question.Â
âShe called our relationship bullshit. Whatever we had going on was bullshit and that Barb going missing was our fault.â I furrowed my brows at the mention of the name Barb but didnât ask any questions. âI get that she feels guilty about Barb's death last year butâŚthereâs not much I can do. Just help me make it up to her?âÂ
I puffed my cheeks, contemplating on what to say to him. Getting stuck in a relationship drama was the last thing I expected after miraculously travelling back in time.Â
âBuy her flowers I guess. You know, like her favourite ones.â Steve nodded his head and immediately stood up from his seat.Â
âLetâs go.â I looked up at him when he said that.Â
âGo where?â Steve started walking down the stairs, his car keys in his hands.Â
âNancyâs house after getting the flowers.â I stood up abruptly, following after him in a hurry.Â
âUh, we cannot go right now. Sheâs sick, remember?â Steve nodded his head, muttering a small âI know. I wanna make it up to her as fast as possibleâ and started the car once we reached the parking lot.Â
I stood outside his car, my arms crossed across my chest. âWhat are you doing? Get in.â I shook my head, too stubborn and alert to get in the car of a guy I just met.Â
âCome on! Donât be like this. I need your help, you know Nancy the best!â I snapped when he said that.Â
âDo I? Because hell I donât even know who you are and where I am, what this place is! This is-â I stopped myself when I realised what I blurted out.Â
Steve got out of the car and slammed the door shut and walked towards me in a hurry, worry written all over his face, âAre you okay?â He asked softly, his hands pushing my hair out of my face slowly.Â
My breath stuttered at the sudden close proximity and took a few steps back to keep an appropriate distance. âI am fine. Let's just go.â I mumbled and pushed him aside to enter the car.Â
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âI helped you pick out flowers. What more could I possibly do?â I asked Steve when he started driving the car to Nancyâs house. âI have no reason to go with you to Nancyâs place with you.âÂ
âLook, just come with me for moral support.â I rolled my eyes and stared out the window. âWhy are you still mad at Nancy though?â I looked at Steve when he said that.Â
âWhat makes you think I am mad at her?â Steve shrugged his shoulders as he parked his car outside the Wheeled house I am assuming.Â
âYou always called her Nance so hearing you call her Nancy just feels weird.â I nodded my head at that, watching Steve grab the bouquet of flowers.Â
âBreak a leg.â I mumbled while watching him mumbling to himself, his hand busy fixing his hair as he approached the front door.Â
Just as he was about to reach there, I saw a kid calling out Steveâs name which made him halt in his steps.Â
Rolling down the window, I raised my eyebrows in amusement at the demanding attitude the kid had towards Steve as he just walked towards the car and entered the backseat.Â
âHi, Y/N.â I nodded my head, turning slightly to take a better look at the kid. I looked at his outfit, noticing the microphone he had on.Â
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âSoâŚyou decided to keep an animal with you even though your friends said it could be dangerous?â I asked Dustin once he was done explaining to us.Â
Dustin shrugged at my question, not willing to give an explanation to that yet.Â
âWait, how big?â Steve asked after a beat of silence.Â
âFirst it was like this.â Dustin explained with the help of his hands to show the length, âNow itâs like this.â My eyes widened slightly at that.Â
âI swear to god, it's just some lizard okay.â Steve said while driving, totally done with Dustin.Â
âItâs not a lizard!â Dustin exclaimed from the back.Â
âHow do you know?â Steve questioned back, his voice rising to match with Dustinâs.Â
âHow do I know itâs not a lizard?â I looked back at Dustin when he repeated Steveâs question in disbelief.Â
âYeah how do you know itâs not just some lizard?â Steve said with an eye roll.Â
âBecause his face opened up and it ate my cat.â There was silence once Dustin said that.Â
Steve mumbled out a small okay and continued driving.Â
I turned around in my seat to look back at Dustin, âDustin is it?â Dustin stared at me with confusion when I made that remark but didnât bother to answer and just nodded his head. âWhy did you keep that animal with you?â Steve scoffed in disbelief from beside me.Â
âItâs not an animal, itâs a monster for god sake!â I made a face at Steve, not bothering to hide my annoyance from him.Â
âWell, we had a connection.â Dustin mumbled, his gaze stuck on his hands as he played with his fingers.Â
âHow on earth do you get a connection with a goddamn cat eating monster?â I asked as the car came to a halt.Â
Steve stepped out of the driver's seat and walked to the back to take something out. I followed behind Dustin as we stopped in front of a basement door.Â
Soon, Steve joined us with a nail bat and a torch in his hands.Â
âAlright listen kid if this is some sort of Halloween prank, youâre dead.â Steve said to Dustin, flashing the light on his face.Â
âYouâre gonna blind him.â I mumbled and put Steveâs arm down so that itâs not on Dustinâs face anymore.Â
âThanks.â Dustin mumbled as he took out a key from his pocket.Â
âSo itâs down there..?â I asked, my hands pushing Steve to be in front of us so that weâre shielded.Â
âGee thanks for being helpful.â Steve mumbled while banging his bat on the door and waited for a response only for it to be silent.Â
âWhy donât you go down there and check it out? Y/N and I will stay here.â Dustin said to Steve while lightly pushing him toward the door which was now unlocked. âYou knowâŚjust in case.âÂ
Steve rolled his eyes and slowly started walking downstairs while grumbling something under his breath.Â
After a while, Steve called out for us as I walked ahead of Dustin while going downstairs.Â
Reaching downstairs, I grimaced at the slimy skin Steve was holding up with the help of his bat.Â
âOh shit.â Dustin mumbled when he saw that. Steve pointed the flashlight towards the tunnel which the monster had dug out to escape. âOh shit!âÂ
âWhy do I have to come with you guys to help set up this trap?â I whined, helping Steve grab the bucket of meat.Â
âBecause you have nothing better to do?â Dustin said from behind as he started walking towards the railway track.Â
I rolled my eyes and followed behind them. Tuning out the conversation the two of them seemed to be having.Â
I tried to think back to what happened yesterday which could have possibly made me come back in time.Â
I mean there has to be a reason for why this happened. I mindlessly dropped the meat on the ground while chewing on my bottom lip in deep thought.Â
âThe key to girls is just like acting like you donât care.â I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Steveâs answer to Dustin.Â
âWhoa there, donât go around spreading false information.â I said with sass, immediately going ahead to stand between the two of them.Â
âIt worked for me.â Steve said as he stared at me.Â
âYeah and look where youâre now.â I said with a smile. âYou do this in the 20s and no girl will give a damn about you.â I mumbled under my breath.Â
âHow do you know what the 20s are gonna be like?â I stared at Steve, not knowing what to answer.Â
âAn assumption?â I said with a shrug. âBut the bottom line is, girls at this age are dumb. Give it some time. I can guarantee you, Steve didnât get any girls at your age as well.â I looked at Steve and said,  âI just donât think that method is good for you.âÂ
âHow do you know whatâs good for me?â I sucked in a deep breath when Steve said that.Â
âThatâs my opinion!â I exclaimed in irritation.Â
âYeah but my method is darn good.â Steve argued back. I scoffed in offence at his tone and answer.Â
âAnd my opinion is not? I know more about girls than you do!â Before we knew it, the two of us were starting to argue.Â
âJesus! Just shut up!â Dustin yelled as he started walking ahead of us.Â
I stared at Steve, wondering what caused the sudden outburst Dustin had. He just shrugged in response and motioned for me to follow him.Â
Soon enough, the three of us reached the junkyard and poured the remaining meat in the middle.Â
âThat should do.â Saying that, we started barricading the old bus.Â
âYou came!â I turned around and saw Dustin running towards a boy his age.Â
âMax?â I said as I ran towards her, âWhat are you doing here?â She pointed towards the guy Dustin was busy arguing with.Â
I shook my head and wrapped my arm around Max's shoulder to pull her closer towards me.Â
âSoâŚyou gonna tell me who that boy is?â Max smiled at my question, her hands busy helping me barricade the bus.Â
âThatâs Lucas. He said he had proof for whatever dangerous shit happened last year which was the reason behind Will's disappearance.â I nodded my head, recognising the name Will.Â
The same name Nancy mentioned in our last conversation. I could feel my brain being all over the place, trying to absorb the tiniest bit of information.Â
I still didnât know who to trust and who to not trust because even though by some miracle these people already know me, this was still my first time meeting them.Â
Soon enough, Dustin and Lucas joined us to barricade the bus although Dustin looked a bit more pissed off than he was before.Â
We were done barricading the bus just before we lost sunlight. I ushered the kids inside the bus and ascended the stairs once they were all in.Â
Steve closed the door behind me while I took a seat in the corner. I brought my knees up to my chest and placed my hands over it.Â
This suddenly felt all too real now, the fact that I was in an unfamiliar place with no way out with a bunch of kids from the 80s who were about to go against a cat eating monster.Â
I couldnât die here, not now and no way in the future as well.Â
âHeyâŚâ I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to see Steve taking a seat beside me on the dirty floor.Â
I gave him a small smile, not having the energy to talk. âScared?â I shrugged, my fingers drawing random shapes on my arms.Â
âItâs not everyday you fight against some creature.â I mumbled. Steve let out a small laugh and nodded his head.Â
He slowly retrieved a lighter from his back pocket and started playing with it, âI never thanked you.â I looked at him in confusion. âYou know, for helping me choose the flowers and all.â I couldnât help but chuckle at that.Â
âWe could possibly die right now and thatâs what you wanna talk about?â There was a slight change in Steveâs expression when I said that.Â
He shifted a bit more closer towards me, his shoulder brushing against mine. âNot really. I wanna talk aboutâŚus. I mean, do you consider us to be friends?â I stared at Steve when he said that.Â
Licking my lower lip, âNo..I donât think we can ever be friends.â Steve looked a bit offended at that.Â
âWhy? Am not that bad.â I shook my head, slowly placing it on my arms.Â
âYou donât know anything about me. Neither do I know anything about you. I donât even know till when I am here.â I blurted out, feeling a bit at ease once I said that.Â
It was silent after that. No one dared to speak, the tension in the air suddenly thickening as time passed by.Â
âHeâs here.â The two of us scrambled to our feet at Dustinâs word and walked towards the window to look out. âHeâs not taking the bait, why is he not taking the bait?âÂ
Steve mumbled something under his breath and threw his lighter at me, âLight it up when I say so.â Before any of us could say anything, Steve dashed outside with the bat in his hand.Â
âIs he crazy?â Max said as she joined Dustin and me.Â
âHeâs awesome.â Dustin said with amusement.Â
âShit.â I said under my breath when I saw a monster creeping up behind Steve. Running towards the door, I opened it. âSteve! Behind you!âÂ
Steve immediately turned around and hit the monster with his bat. Running towards us, he pushed me inside in a hurry and slammed the door shut just as the monster was about to enter.Â
âFuck fuck fuck!â I exclaimed when more monsters started slamming against the bus.Â
âStep back!â Steve yelled at Max as he hit the monster with the bat which was about to enter the bus from the opening of the roof.Â
The monsters suddenly started retrieving, their attention distracted as they followed the screeching noise which came from a distance.Â
âDid they get scared?â Dustin asked. Steve shook his head and opened the door to walk out.Â
âTheyâre going back home.âÂ
I walked beside Steve as we both tried to tune out the argument Dustin and Lucas were having about apparently putting the party in jeopardy.Â
âCan I ask you something?â I looked at Steve. He didnât wait for my answer and just continued, âWhat did you mean by what you said back there? Did something happen? Did I do something?â I looked ahead at the road and shook my head.Â
âItâs not you. Itâs me. Just forget I said that. It was in the heat of the moment.â Steve opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a screeching sound which came from a distance.Â
âDid you hear that?â I shook my head as a no and looked at Dustin who was still busy arguing with Lucas.Â
âLet it go Dustin. You both broke the stupid rules.â I said with a shrug while approaching Max who was looking at the two of them with her arms crossed.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â Lucas looked at me and then at Dustin skeptically. âYou kept dart with you, didnât you?â He accused Dustin.Â
âNo! No I didnât. Why would I do that?â Dustin tried to defend himself which went in vain when Steve stepped in.Â
He came and stood beside me, âWhat are you saying man? He ate mews.â Dustinâs eyes widened at Steveâs words.Â
âSteve!â Steve just shrugged and looked ahead at the woods again, his eyebrows furrowed.Â
âHey hey! Do you hear that?â Lucas and Dustin stopped arguing and looked at each other when they heard the screeching noise.Â
âThe lab.â Thatâs all they said before walking towards the noise.Â
âWhy are we going there? Letâs go home.â Max said as she stood in her place.Â
âGuys!â I yelled but Steve came back up and grabbed my hand to drag me with him.Â
Instinctively, I held onto Max's hand to make sure she didn't get lost or hurt. Â
When we reached the lab, we ran into Nancy and Jonathan. They were trying to get in but had no luck because of a power outage.Â
Soon enough, a sheriff's car came out of the lab. A man in a police uniform told all of us to get in.Â
We were all divided into two groups. A few got in the sheriffâs car while some of them got into Jonathanâs.Â
Once we reached the Byers residence, all of us walked outside and entered the house. It was then decided that Will could not be trusted anymore so to get information out of him without putting our lifeâs in danger we would have to keep him in a room which could not be recognised.Â
Work was naturally divided between all of us. I helped them cover the room outside their house with paper and tape.Â
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It has been a while since Hopper, Jonathan, Ms.Byers and Mike were inside that room with Will.Â
All of us were sitting in the living room, tense due to the situation.Â
I sat on the couch, Max at the other end with her arms crossed. Steve soon came and sat beside me.Â
âDo you believe in time travel?â I asked him once he was sitting beside me.Â
He stared at me and then shrugged, âI donât know. Anything could be real at this point.â He said with a laugh.Â
âWhat if I say that I am not from this era? What if I am actually from the 20s?â Steve stared at me when I said that.Â
He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again when he didnât know what to say, âAre you being for real?â He asked in a hushed voice.Â
I gulped and flashed him a small smile, âOf course not. As if thatâs possible.â I said with a chuckle.Â
Our moment was soon interrupted by the landline phone ringing. âShit!â One of the kids yelled and cut the call.Â
When the phone started ringing again, Nancy ripped the phone out of the wall and smashed it on the floor out of panic.Â
âHe wouldnât know, right? I mean a phone could be anywhere.â Steve said from beside me but before anyone could reassure each other, hopper walked in with the others. A serious look on his face.Â
âHe knows where he is.â When he said that, rustling of leaves could be heard from outside. âStand back! Get away from the windows!â Hopper yelled at us and pointed his gun at the door. âDo you know how to use a gun?â He asked Jonathan, urgency laced in his voice.Â
When he didnât reply, Nancy and I stepped forward as we both volunteered to use it. Hopper didnât question us and threw a gun to the both of us.Â
As we three stood in a circle, a demodog flew in right through the window and landed in the living room with a thud.Â
The three of us pointed our guns at the door as it opened by itself. It revealed a girl in emo makeup standing in front of us, blood dripping down her nose.Â
Mike pushed Nancy and I aside with urgency as he ran towards the girl to stand in front of her.Â
Walking in, she greeted everyone but Max by acknowledging them. I placed my hand on Maxâs shoulder comfortingly, whispering in her ear to not think too much about it.Â
I knew what it was like to be ignored by someone.Â
Everyone fell into a known rhythm and tag along with their own groups.Â
Hopper and the girl who I got to as El decided to go into the lab to close the gate. The place from where all the monsters came from while Jonathan, Nancy, Ms.Byers and the now unconscious Will would take the car to go to Hopper's cabin to remove the âvirusâ from Will.Â
I decided to stay back with the kids and Steve, deciding I should drop max off at her house. Although I just got to know the girl, there was this small fondness I started developing for her.Â
âDid you tell Billy?â I asked Max once everyone left. Steve was busy helping Dustin put the dead demodog in the fridge while Mike was pacing around the place Lucas was trying to clean.Â
âNo but if he does get mad, just talk to him. Youâre the only one he listens to surprisingly.â I sighed but didnât say anything.Â
I didnât even know what kind of relationship I was supposed to have with Billy or with anyone really.Â
All I knew was that once this was done, I am gonna go back to my era. I donât know how but I am.Â
âMike could you please just stop pacing around?â Lucas said with exhaustion once he was done scooping up the broken glass.Â
âWe have to do something! We cannot just sit around here doing nothing! They need our help!â I rolled my eyes at Mikeâs words. I was already getting used to his attitude and just decided to tune him out.Â
I started tracing back to the very first thing which happened before I was thrown into this time period.Â
I didn't really eat anything and all I remember is the conversation I had with mom about the 80s watch grandma had and the pendant.Â
I touched the pendant, feeling it still securely tied around my neck.Â
âYeah so weâre on bench so thereâs nothing we can do so justâŚstay put.â Was all I heard once I snapped out of my thoughts.Â
âY/N!â All the kids yelled in unison and turned their heads to look at me with expectancy.Â
âUh I am with Steve?â I said in confusion, hoping what I said was the right answer.Â
âThank you! Look, you shitheads are our responsibility to keep safe and youâre not going into that tunnel under our watch. Are we clear?â The kids looked at me when Steve said that, hoping Iâd back them up.Â
âWhatever he said.â Was all I mumbled and grabbed Dustin by the collar of his shirt so that heâd follow me. âI figure youâre the smartest among them.â I said once he managed to walk side by side with me.Â
I entered the random room and closed the door, âOkay whatever I say, cannot be told to anyone. Do you get that?â I said, my expression dead serious.Â
Dustin nodded his head, âWhat do you know about time travel?â Dustin thought about what I said and started pacing around.Â
âWhy do you want to know?â He gasped once he finished that sentence, âDid you find a machine?â I shook my head, his face immediately falling in disappointment. âWellâŚfrom what I read, time travel is very rare and can only be truly possible if you have a specific gadget.â I nodded my head.Â
âWhat if you have a watch from the, letâs say 80s?â I asked as Dustin stopped pacing around and stood still.Â
âLike the one you have?â I nodded my head. âWell then, hypothetically speaking, your watch should be having a specific chip inside it which helps in time travel be it past or future but itâs not possible because you have a hand missing so if you miraculously travel back in time without the hand, youâd be stuck there till you find a hand.â I was about to ask him something more when Max burst through the door in panic.Â
âSteveâs unconscious.â Was all it took for the two of us to rush out.Â
âWhat the hell!â I yelled when I saw Billy and Steve both unconscious on the floor. âWhat happened?â I asked, immediately checking both of their pupils to see if theyâre okay.Â
âItâs a long story but we donât have time right now. We gotta go.â Mike said while he was busy packing his bag with supplies.Â
Dustin instantly joined him to lend a helping hand. âWhoa weâre not going anywhere and look at the state Steve is in.â Mike looked at me with a done expression when I said that.Â
âLook either you take us to that tunnel or we go by ourselves. Weâre your responsibility right? So take it.â Mike said while handing me Billyâs car keys.Â
âUh, I don't know how to drive a car.â I said with a sarcastic smile on my face.Â
âYou will figure it out.â Lucas said while ushering me out while Dustin and Mike were busy picking up Steveâs limp body.Â
âFor god's sake give me some clear instructions Max!â I yelled in panic when she messed up the direction again.Â
âI am trying if those babies would just quit whining!â She snapped as she turned her head slightly to glare at the boys.Â
Steve slowly started stirring in his state, his eyes prying open as he looked around the car.Â
His hand moved to touch his nose which was bloody and swollen, âDonât touch it. Hey, it's okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass but you did okay.â Dustin said comfortingly to Steve.Â
I glanced at the back from the mirror and tightened my grip on the wheel. Steve turned his head to the other side where Mike was sitting and squinted his eyes while looking at him, âY/N?â He asked groggily.Â
Mike looked at him with slight disgust and disbelief when he said that.Â
âWhatâs going on?â He asked once his vision cleared up a bit. I turned around and looked at him for a moment before turning my gaze at the road again. âWHOA! Oh my god! Oh my god!â He exclaimed loudly in surprise.Â
âI told you heâd panic.â Mike argued with Dustin. I tried to not pay attention to them and focused on the road.Â
âStop the car!â Steve yelled as he tried to sit up only to get pulled back down by Dustin.Â
âWe promised youâd be calm. Y/N was suggesting we leave you at the house.â I rolled my eyes at Dustinâs words as I stepped on the gas. âLook, she probably knows how to drive.âÂ
âShe literally told us she doesnât!â Mike exclaimed back in disbelief.Â
âStop the car! Y/N, slow down! Oh my god!â Mike repeated saying he knew Steve would freak out.Â
âEverybody, shut up! I am trying to focus!â I yelled at them. My head turned around to look at them.Â
âTake a left!â I looked at Max, perplexed at her sudden direction.Â
âWhat? Now?âÂ
âYes. Now!â Hearing her confirmation, I swerved left, the car hitting the mailbox just by the edge as we reached the tunnels. I stopped the car as we all lurched forward because of the sudden halt.Â
âWhoa! That was cool.â Lucas said while stepping out of the car. I sighed at that and turned off the car.Â
As I was about to open the door, Steve slammed his hand on the window, his body a bit out of balance as he opened the door with a bit of force.Â
He snatched the keys from my hands and heaved out a deep sigh, âYou are never driving again.â He said as he started walking towards the kids who were all set to go into the tunnel.Â
He climbed down first and then helped me get down. I looked around the tunnel, noticing all the vines which were covering the whole area.Â
âI think itâs this way.â Mike said once he was down.Â
âI think?â One of them questioned from the back.Â
âI am positive. Letâs just go.â Steve stopped us and snatched the map from Mike's hand.Â
âI will lead. Come on, let's go.â I decided to walk at the very back just in case.Â
After walking for a bit, we finally reached the main part of the tunnel, âis this it?â I asked. Steve nodded his head as everyone started pouring the gasoline all over the place.Â
Once that was done, Steve stood beside me and passed me the lighter, âLight her up.â He said softly, his voice coming out a bit muffled under the mask.Â
I grabbed the lighter and started the fire as all of us immediately turned around to run away from the place before any of the demodogs reach there.Â
While running, I unconsciously step on a vine. It immediately latches onto my leg and pulls me down with a thud.Â
âSteve!â I yelled in panic. He turned around while yelling at the kids to start climbing the rope.Â
Reaching me, he started hitting the vine with his bat. âOh my god.â I gasped in relief once I was released.Â
My arms instinctively wrapped around Steve in a tight hug. Breaking the hug, the both of us hurried towards the rope to climb back up.Â
Just as I was about to climb, the tunnel started rumbling as a swarm of demodogs ran towards us.Â
Steve instantly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. I closed my eyes, thinking this is it but instead of the demodogs attacking us they just ran past us.Â
We were back at the Byers house. The kids were now fast asleep in Wills bedroom. I sat on the floor, beside Steve feeling my body getting tired.Â
Steve slowly inched closer and placed his hand on my cheeks as he pushed my face down on his shoulder for me to place it on.Â
I slowly got myself comfortable. The fact that I was getting cozy with a guy in the 80s was the least of my worries at the moment because all I knew was that I had almost died twice today.Â
âThank you.â I said slowly. Steve turned his head to look down at me. His lips brushed against my forehead but I didnât shy away from it because in all honesty I didnât seem to mind it. âYou know..for saving me back there.âÂ
âWellâŚyouâre welcome. I know you said something about you not knowing when youâre gonna leave butâŚjust know that I enjoy your company here.â Steve said that as his hand started patting against my head softly which helped me fall asleep.Â
Maybe getting stuck in the 80s wasnât so bad after all.Â
S- This is a very self indulgent fic (I just want to experience these kind of moments with someone okay đ) so yeah.
Warnings/genre: Fluff, Age gap (a five year gap. Reader is 21), kissing, not proofread. Lmk if anythingâs is missing.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
Word count: 4,150
âNone of us have a driving licence yet, you know that right?â I asked as I placed my laptop back into my handbag, âNor do we have a car.â I reminded Dustin yet again when he brought up the idea about going on a road trip.Â
âGeez I know that, can you just trust me for once?â He snapped back at me while vigorously typing something on his keyboard.Â
I rolled my eyes at his attitude, âMaybe you could just tell us what youâre thinking, then I will think about trusting you.â I said as I turned around to walk away.Â
âWhere are you going now?â I stopped walking as I turned my head to look at Dustin.Â
âNot everyone has a perfect GPA like you without studying.â I said sarcastically.Â
âYeah but that still doesnât answer my question.â Dustin said as he stood up from his chair and stuffed his books and laptop in his backpack. âYou wanna know what I am thinking? I can just show you.â Dustin said as he grabbed my hand and started dragging me out.Â
âDustin what the hell, man? I need to go to the library!â I snapped at him as he continued dragging me.Â
âWell get a rain check on that.â I couldnât help but roll my eyes at his words but didnât try to fight back. âWe donât need to know how to drive. We can just have someone drive for us.âÂ
I looked at Dustin as if he was crazy, âYeah and whoâs gonna drive for us for free?â Instead of answering me, Dustin shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the building.Â
âThat guy.â I followed Dustinâs gaze to find a guy leaning against the hood of the car with a trailer attached at the back.Â
âWhoâs that? Seems older than us for sure.â I asked Dustin who just ignored my question and ran towards that guy as he tackled him in a hug.Â
I heaved out a sigh and walked towards them slowly, âSteve, this is Y/N, Y/N this is Steve, one of my best friends from Hawkins.â My lips formed a small âoâ when I realised this is the Steve Dustin always blabs about. Composing myself, I waved at Steve as I shook his hand.Â
âGlad to finally meet you, Dustin talks a lot about you.â Steve laughed softly at my comment as he ruffled Dustinâs hair affectionately.Â
âGeez man donât do that. I am not thirteen anymore for God sake.â Dustin mumbled while fixing his hair.Â
Steve ignored him and brought his attention back to me, âWell, Iâd hope so. I raised this smart ass all by myself.â I chuckled at what Steve said as Dustin just cursed under his breath and turned around to enter the car.Â
âThatâs a stretch and you know it, Steve.â Dustin yelled from inside while his head was pushed into the front compartment, busy looking for something. âSteve, where the hell is that map I told you to bring?â I furrowed my brows in confusion and interrupted Steve before he could answer Dustin.Â
âI hope you know that weâre not actually going on that road trip, Henderson.â Dustin whipped his head towards me with an accusatory finger pointed at me.Â
âI knew youâd say that! Weâre going on that road trip whether you like it or not.â I scoffed at his demand and leaned my weight on my left leg as I stood in front of Dustin with my arms crossed.Â
âWe donât have the money.â I replied back, âNo place to stay, no itinerary-âÂ
âOh my god, shut up for a moment. All of those worries consider them done, done and done.â I looked at Dustin in confusion, âMoney? Steveâs got it. A place to stay? Steve has that big ass trailer attached to his car and I already made an itinerary.âÂ
âI never agreed to this by the way.â I turned my head slightly to find Steve standing behind me with his head leaning towards me so that he could whisper it in my ear.Â
âI figured. Dustin can be pretty demanding but eh I only know him for a few years.â I said with a shrug and walked towards Dustin.Â
âNone of our friends are free.â I said once Dustin stopped fidgeting with the compartments in the car, âAnd neither am I.â Hearing me say that, Dustin let out a small snort.Â
âYour department has a break right now for a whole week and who cares if the others are busy? The two of us can go on that road trip because youâre anything but busy and itâs not like youâre going to study now.â Dustin replied while his hands were busy fixing the rearview mirror. âSteve! Can I drive your car?âÂ
I rolled my eyes at Dustin, âI donât have my clothes.â I said after a beat of silence.Â
Steve soon came from behind and pushed me aside gently so that he could stand in front of Dustin, âYouâre not going to drive this car even when I am on my deathbed. Come on scoot, go sit in the back.â Dustin gave Steve a puzzled look, âYouâre not sitting in the passenger seat.âÂ
Dustin scoffed at Steveâs words and crawled back into the backseat while mumbling something under his breath, âYour roommate should be here with your bag right about now.â I looked behind me when Dustin said that as my roommate walked up to us with a bag in her hand, âI told her to pack your clothes.â Dustin said with his head peaking out the window.Â
I heaved out a deep sigh as I walked towards my roommate to grab my bag and thank her for bringing it here.Â
âI donât know why I am friends with him.â I mumbled under my breath while walking towards the two of them.Â
I gave my bag to Dustin and climbed into the passenger seat with a defeated look on my face.Â
âHey so likeâŚwhy does Y/N get to sit in the passenger seat and I donât?â Dustin asked Steve once he climbed in the driver seat.Â
âBecause sheâs not loud and obnoxious like you.â Steve replied while turning on the car, his attention in front of us.Â
âHow do you know that? You just met her.â Steve turned his head slightly to glare at Dustin, his arm resting on the back of my seat.Â
âI know for a fact you wouldnât befriend someone more obnoxious than you for sure.â Dustin scoffed at that as he leaned back in his seat.Â
âYou just let her sit there cause you find her pretty.â Dustin mumbled mostly to himself but it was pretty audible to the both of us.Â
âHey! I am more than just a pretty face and you know it.â I snapped back at Dustin playfully, hoping his small comment didnât make anything awkward between Steve and I.Â
It had been a few hours since the three of us were on the road. Dustin had excused himself to go sleep in the trailer since he claimed he was up all night doing research on some wormhole.Â
I didnât really bother to listen to his whole rambling and just tuned him out while Steve, who I assumed was also just nodding along to what Dustin said.Â
I looked at Steve for a moment as my hand hesitantly hovered around the radio buttons, âYou can play songs if you want. I donât mind.â I snapped out of my thoughts and sent a sheepish smile to Steve and turned on the radio.Â
âSoâŚhow did you and Dustin become friends? It seems like you both have such different personalities.â I asked after a beat of silence, my voice smaller than I expected it to sound.Â
Steveâs attention was focused on the road, âI uhâŚhelped him find his lost cat.â My eyebrows shot up in mild surprise and amusement.Â
âHe had a cat? Did you find it?â I asked curiously, my hand busy playing with strands of my hair which I left untied.
âNot reallyâŚwe assumed it to be dead when we never found him and then that little moment led to me giving him hair advice. Heâs a good kid.â I nodded my head at Steveâs words, my head turned to the side as I looked at the passing cars and trees.Â
âHe talks a lot about you. Like a lot.â I said with a small chuckle, âI think he would die if he doesnât mention you at least once or twice in a day.âÂ
I looked at Steve and saw him looking ahead at the road with a small smile adorned on his face.Â
I really took my time in observing his face, the moles he had on his face, the way his hair still seemed to be perfectly styled despite the wind which had been blowing on it for the past hour, the way his eyes always wrinkled at the side when he laughed.Â
I blinked my eyes and snapped my head back to look out the window, âSo uh..what do you study?â I turned my head back to Steve at his question.Â
âWell currently I am majoring in Economics and I donât really know what I want to do after that.â Steve nodded his head slightly as he pulled into a convenience store.Â
âI think youâre someone who can figure it out as you go ahead.â I stared at Steve as he said that and unbuckled my belt to follow him into the store.Â
âYou donât know me that well yet to make that assumption.â Steve smiled at my answer and started picking up some snacks while I grabbed a basket for him to put them in.Â
âYeah but who says I cannot get to know you later on? Weâre kind of stuck on a road trip together now soâŚâ I shrugged my shoulders and watched him carefully grab snacks which Dustin liked.Â
âYou never told me what you doâŚI mean I assume you have a job.â Steve gave me a side glance and stopped his hand midway to fully look at me.Â
âSo you think I am old?â I blinked my eyes in surprise, âAnd I donât think you know me that well to make an assumption yet.â Saying that, he lightly tapped the can of pringles on my head.Â
âI donât think youâre like old-old..wait are you?â Steve just gave me a quick glance and shook his head, âI didnât make an assumption. It was more of aâŚhunch.âÂ
âWell your hunch was correct. I do have a job. I am a baseball coach and a sex ed teacher for middle schoolers.â I let out a snort at the mention of him being a sex ed teacher.Â
Steve shook his head and started walking towards a different aisle to grab drinks.Â
âYou sure must know a lot of that, huh?â I mumbled under my breath, not expecting Steve to hear that.Â
âNow that was surely an assumption you made about me.â Steve said that as he suddenly stopped in his tracks which led to me bumping into his back.Â
âWas I right?â I asked as I walked and stood in front of him.Â
He rolled his eyes and gave a small nod, âYeah, you were but not fully.â I walked side by side with him, my attention focused on what he was saying, âI only had one serious girlfriend.âÂ
I couldnât help the small surprised gasp that left my mouth when he said that, âNo way! I assumed you would be like one of the popular guys in your high school time.â I exclaimed.Â
âI was but then a lot of things happened and Nancy did help me become less of a douche.â I hummed softly at that and picked a few snacks for myself which mostly consisted of chips and chocolate.Â
âBut I still donât get it, why did you never get in a relationship again?â I asked as we walked towards the cashier to pay.Â
âI got dethroned from my king title and my flirting skills started tanking.â I gave a playful side eye when I heard the word âkingâ leave his mouth.Â
âKing? I donât know what to think about that title.â I said with a chuckle and stopped Steve before he could pay for the stuff I picked out for myself, âI can pay for my stuff, you donât have to.âÂ
Steve brushed me off, âLet me. Youâre Dustinâs friend, this is the least I can do and I really donât mind.â I stepped aside when he said that, knowing thereâs no use in trying to argue.Â
âI guess your pay must really be that good, huh?â Steve chuckled at that as he nodded while removing his wallet from his back pocket.Â
Once we were done putting the snacks and food into a bag, I helped Steve carry a bag, mostly because he wouldnât let me carry the other two.Â
âI hope to get to know you better on this trip.â I said to Steve and walked ahead of him to enter the trailer.Â
Sitting in the diner, I looked at the menu which was in my hand, âItâs a bit too expensive for me.â I whispered to Dustin, not wanting Steve to hear me.Â
âSteve can pay, donât worry.â Dustin whispered back.Â
I sighed at his answer, âDonât you think itâs a bit much? He already paid for the snacks. I donât want to be a burden.âÂ
Dustin kept his menu aside and turned his body to look at me, âHe wonât mind. Trust me. He likes you already.âÂ
I unconsciously stiffened at his words, a slight blush creeping up my cheeks, âWhat makes you say that?âÂ
âHe doesnât let anyone enter his car without wiping their feet.â I gave him a questioning look, begging him to elaborate.Â
âYou see, his love for his car is really great. He once got annoyed at me because I wiped my feet inside his car and he just let you sit in the passenger seat without even giving you a lecture.â Dustin explained in a hushed tone.Â
âWhat if he just didnât want to scold me because he met me like a few minutes ago?â Dustin sighed at my question and opened his mouth to speak.Â
âHey, you guys are not that quiet so I could hear everything you were saying.â Steve said from behind us as he pushed the menus down which were covering our faces. âTo answer your question, I wouldnât mind paying for you and youâre not a burden.â I nodded stiffly and glanced down at the menu again.Â
None of us bothered to say anything as we were busy thinking about what to order when Dustin stood up and walked away to go to the washroom.Â
âWhat are you having?â I looked up when I heard Steve asking that.Â
âUhâŚwhat are you having?â I asked while stumbling over a few words, suddenly being hyper aware that it was just the two of us together right now.Â
âWell I was thinking about getting a burger. How about you?â I scrunched my face at the name of burger.Â
I hadnât had a burger in ages, âI donât knowâŚmaybe just a salad or a sandwich? Do you know what Dustin's getting?âÂ
Steve nodded his head and pointed at the chicken burger just as Dustin came back and took his seat beside me.Â
âSteveâs getting a burger? Thatâs a surprise.â Dustin mumbled once Steve told him what he was planning on getting for himself.Â
âWhy?â I asked while closing the menu.Â
âWell I just thought he gotta keep his body in check for the ladies.â Steve sighed at Dustinâs dramatic answer and flicked his forehead with a piece of crumpled tissue.Â
âThat was the summer me which was ages ago, might I add. I donât care for it now.â Dustin let out a small high pitched âsureâ as if still not believing him. âHenderson, I am serious.âÂ
I giggled at their banter, âI guess I will get a burger as well.â Steve immediately turned his attention to me when he heard my voice and smiled softly.Â
âSoâŚdid you find someone?â Steve asked Dustin once he gave the order for the three of us.Â
Dustin shrugged and just mumbled out a small I donât know while staring at the book in front of him.Â
Steve sighed and didnât bother to question him further knowing he wouldn't get any answers from him while he was engrossed in the book.Â
âDo you have someone?â I looked at Steve with slight surprise, not really expecting him to actually ask me that.Â
âMe?â I asked stupidly again, âNooo, no one would be interested in boring old me.â I said with a laugh only to be met with a slight offended look by Steve.Â
âBoring? Please, you kept me entertained the whole ride here. Trust me, if I was your age I would be wondering about how to flirt with you.â I smiled slightly at that.Â
âYouâre just saying this for the sake of it. Are you in a relationship?â I asked to change the subject.Â
âMe? Nah. The teachers are way too boring. I wish there was someone like you there.â Laughing softly, I shook my head and looked up when our food came.Â
âDo you know how to drive a car?â I swallowed my food and shook my head as a no.Â
âMy dad never really had the time to teach me so no, not really. I mean I know the basics but thatâs all.â At that, Steve clapped his hand in slight excitement.Â
âHow about I teach you?â When Steve made that offer Dustin snapped his head at us in offence which was mostly directed at Steve.Â
âYou refused to teach me when I asked!â He exclaimed in betrayal to which Steve just waved him off.Â
âThat was because I knew that you werenât ready yet.â Steve reasoned with ease.Â
âWell I am now!â Steve shook his head at that.Â
âNo, youâre not. Trust me when I say this Henderson. You and Mayfield are the last people to ever get behind a wheel.â Steve said that seriously and looked back at me as his face turned from sour to sweet again once our eyes met.Â
âNot fair. Youâre playing favourites already.â Dustin mumbled as he went back to eating his food grumpily.Â
âFirst buckle up.â I nodded at what Steve said as I buckled up, âSo, are you familiar with the gear shift?â I looked at Steve with a raised eyebrow.Â
âUhâŚyou mean the PRNDL?â I asked as if it was the most obvious thing.Â
âAnd sheâs ready?!â Dustin exclaimed from the backseat as Steve slowly turned his head to look at me with utter confusion.Â
âHenderson, go sit in the trailer.â He mumbled and opened his mouth to speak once Dustin left while complaining. âThe what?â Steve asked.Â
âThe PRNDL. This thing which you just called the gear shift.â I said with a laugh.Â
âUh thatâs a gear shift, honey.â I gave a look of confusion at his soft voice, âP R N D L stands for park, reverse, neutral, drive and low.âÂ
âYou donât have to spell it out for me and I know what it stands for.â Steve sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head. âAnd I like the new nickname. Honey sounds good.â I said with a smile as I shifted the gear and started the car. âAnd I know how to drive a car.â I said once I pressed down on the gas.Â
âOkay! Too fast!â I laughed when Steve yelled in panic as he clutched onto his seatbelt.Â
I slowed down the car and drove at a reasonable speed, âBetter?â He nodded his head frantically while taking in huge breaths to calm himself down. âYou donât have to worry. I wonât crash your car.âÂ
âI am not worried justâŚmaybe a bit but you drive pretty well for someone who has never driven before.â I let out a loud cackle at Steveâs words.Â
âI was kidding. Of course I have driven before.â I pause for a second when I see a puddle at a distance. The road was empty with no cars around. âDo you know how to drift?â
Steve let out a small hum in confusion and followed my gaze, âOh no. Absolutely not.â He said seriously.Â
âOh come on! It will be fun. Trust me.â I whined, hoping heâd let me do it.Â
âA literal trailer is attached to the car.â I put the car to a halt.Â
âDetatch it.â I said seriously.Â
Steve let out a small sigh and unbuckled his seat belt to go and detach the trailer from the car.Â
I squealed in excitement when he agreed. I started the car again once Steve returned. âAre you sure you know how to do it?â I nodded my head at Steve and pressed down on the gas and clutch.Â
Easing of the gas, I swiftly turned the wheel with practiced ease as dust particles and muddy, dirty water flew around.Â
Slowly coming to a halt, I stopped the car at the corner and let out a small breath once I calmed down, âThat was awesome!â I exclaimed as Steve let out a laugh while still clutching onto the seatbelt.Â
âIt was great.â He said that as he walked out of the car to reattach the trailer.Â
Opening the door, I looked at the car, âWe better wash it.â I said to Steve once he walked back towards me. âWe can do it now. Dustinâs still sleeping.âÂ
âxâÂ
We drove the car and the trailer to a more convenient spot where we had easy access to water.Â
I changed into more comfortable clothes in the trailer and walked out of the trailer. Coming down, I noticed Steve wiping the car with a ragged towel in just a white tank top and jeans.Â
Crossing my arms, I took a look at his biceps and the way they flexed when he moved his arm to wash the car.Â
âWould you quit staring and help me?â I snapped out of my thoughts and began walking towards him.Â
I was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a yellow tank top. âDemanding much?â I said teasingly as I picked up a soap soaked sponge to help him wash the car.Â
I stopped wiping the window when my gaze fell upon the hose. Smiling slightly, I slowly moved towards it.Â
âThink fast!â I exclaimed, pointing the hose towards Steve with the water on. I moved towards him while spraying him with it.Â
Steve exclaimed in surprise, his hands covering his face trying to not get water on himself although it was of no use.Â
âStop, stop, stop!â I turned off the hose and turned around to place it back on the ground, âSucker.âÂ
I gasped in surprise when Steve poured the soap water on me. âSteve!â I yelled while laughing at the cold feeling.Â
I yelped when Steve held me by my waist and spun me around, âOkay, put me down!â I giggled, my legs flaying.Â
He slowly placed me down and turned me around to face him, "You're pretty cute you knowâŚâ I mumbled softly, my eyes drifting over his moles which were adorning his face.Â
âYouâre not so bad yourself.â I scoffed playfully at his words, my hands curling around his hair slowly.Â
I leaned closer when Steve inched his head down, his gaze travelling down to my lips. âAre you sure?â He asked, his breath fanning over my face.Â
I nodded, my hands travelling down to his neck to wrap them around, âI donât mind someone a bit older.â He scoffed at that, and leaned down to attach his lips on mine.Â
The kiss was slow and intimate. Our soaking wet bodies radiated heat from them which kept us warm.Â
His big hands slowly travelled from my neck to my cheeks as he angled my face upwards. I tiptoed to make it easier to kiss him as Steve placed his other hand to pull me closer by my waist.Â
Pulling away, we joined our forehead together while letting out deep breaths, âHoly shit, Henderson's gonna kill me.â Steve mumbled while tucking my hair behind my ear.Â
âEh, we can handle that.â I said with a grin and pecked the mole which was under his eyes. âAlthough, we could take it slow since youâre a little bit older.âÂ
Steve laughed at that, his head thrown back. âYeahâŚwe could.â Saying that, he slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer as we both walked inside the trailer to change.Â
âWhy the hell are you both soaking wet?!â Was the first thing Dustin said once he saw us.Â
Giving Steve a look, we both went into a fit of laughter, our body leaning against each other unconsciously.Â
Sub!Shane Hollander x Dom!Ilya Rozanov x Sub!Female!Reader
Warnings: smut, daddy!dom ilya, cucking, degradation (with some praise thrown in because i don't play like that,) bit of bratty reader as well.
The air was hot inside of the fancy hotel room, located in the middle of Las Vegas. White button down shirts, along with black ties, form a path towards the bed where two of the biggest hockey players lay intertwined with one another.
Your bottom sticks to the leather chair under you as you sweat at the sight. Two Greek gods sitting in front of you kissing like their life depends on it. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your ears ring as you gasp, wetness pooling in the white lace of the thong Ilya bought months ago.
"Please Daddy," you whine, legs twitching at the uncomfortable heat creeping up to your stomach.
Ilya slyly grins against Shane's upper lip. A cocky chuckle escapes his lips as he pretends to not acknowledge the needy mess watching them on the bed.
Shane moans as Ilya grips his ass and sucks on his nipple.
"ТакОК Ń ĐžŃĐžŃиК ПаНŃŃик." Such a good boy.
Shane doesn't care to register what the Russian man purred in his ear as long, lubed fingers travel closer to his hole.
A shaky male voice barely breathes out, "Open me up Daddy," being met with another gasp and whimper from your parted lips.
"Do we have problem, Princess?" a mocking Russian voice questions. Stopping in his tracks, making his poor bottom rock his hips to feel the calloused pads halfway in his entrance.
"Being mean t' me," a pout forms on your lips as you try to give your Dom the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster. Severely regretting what led you to this predicament.
The fancy venue was bustling and packed with all sorts of men in fancy suits, along with their guests in fancy designer dresses. You were no outsider in your low-cut floor length black dress.
While the two men you attended with were mingling with the other attendees, while you yourself grew more tired as the minutes passed. Shane did his best to try and help, holding your hand and stroking it as kind gesture to which you sharply pulled away. A dramatic hmph escaping your lips to which Ilya did not miss.
You could feel the glare of his blue eyes peering into you. Telling you to "behave sweetness," with no words spoken.
As the night dragged on your brattiness only got worse. Eyes rolling whenever people show up to your table to talk to the Canadian boy, his anxiety rising for you as Ilya's jaw clenches. When the final award is given and everyone scrambles to the door to leave, a rough hand grabs your wrist.
"ĐОгда ĐźŃ Đ˛ĐľŃноПŃŃ, Ńойо ноŃдОйŃОваŃŃ." Your ass is in trouble when we get back.
You didn't perceive it as much as a threat until you were in the hotel room watching Ilya strip Shane of his clothes as fast as he could. Stepping out of your dress, you bend over the bed, legs spread slightly anticipating the spanks that Ilya's big hand would give.
Ilya sucks his teeth for a second while you hide your smile in the mattress below you.
"In the chair brat," he says with a bit of venom in his voice.
A soft giggle on confusion escapes your lips, "W-what?"
"In the chair. Shane is good boy tonight. You will learn by example."
Your lips open to protest before his voice raises,
ĐĐľ СаŃŃавНŃĐš ĐźĐľĐ˝Ń ŃаМаŃŃ ŃĐľĐąŃ ŃŃĐ´Đ° ŃаПОПŃ!" Don't make me put you in it myself!
Even though you had few knowledge of words, you knew by his tone he meant business. That's how you landed in the cuck chair. Right in front of the bed, moonlight grazed upon your cheeks.
The guttural sound of Shane's groan pulls you out of your thoughts as the site of Ilya pushing deeply into him fills your periphery. Brain melting as Ilya stares into your soul.
"Could be you, but you are bad little slut tonight," he grins before pulling his hips back and pushing them forward again.
Your hands linger above your pussy, aching to go against Ilya's orders of "no touching." Your teeth graze your lips as you see Shane's blissed out state. Cheeks flushed as his eyes roll back into his head.
"I'm sorry Daddy!! Please let me touch. I won't do it again!" you plead to no avail, his chuckles getting cockier.
"So. Fucking. Tight Shane," he enunciates with each thrust. Tears prickling your eyes as your bottom lip juts out even more, making Ilya mock you and moan.
After a few thrusts Ilya finally acknowledges your presence with a command.
"Call him good boy, Princess."
Shane blushes and Ilya grabs a fistful of his hair, turning his head towards you. "Look at her, Prince."
A slight ping erupts through your chest as you remember your rude actions to him trying to be sweet, "Such a good boy Shaney. So fuckin' pretty with Daddy."
Shane and Ilya both groan at the nickname and Ilya grabs at the needy boy's chest. "ойаŃŃ." Fuck.
Ilya grins and whispers something inaudible into Shane's ear, your anxiety slightly raising with your curiosity.
Shane blushes before needily whimpering, "Rub your clit for us." Making you slide your panties to the side as fast as you could.
The sound you make as the soft pads of your fingers make contact with the wet bundle of nerves is enough to make Ilya cum right there, the sight even more.
"That's Daddy's good baby. Keep going," he groans as your fingers speed up.
The sound of hips clapping against ass, along with praises and moans from both sides, fill the room as the three of you approach your orgasm. The thrusts and circles get needier and sloppier, moans getting louder as the stench of sweat fills the air.
Ilya and Shane cum first, ropes landing on the bottom's chest from his own cock. Pitiful whimpers leaving your mouth as you chase your own high.
"C'mere beautiful," Ilya beckons and points to Shane's chest, "Clean."
The Russian's lips smash against yours as you crawl next to Shane, his tongue grazing your lower lip as you let him in. His hand cups your heat, fingers swiftly moving your panties to the side and sinking into you as he hungrily sucks your neck. "Go on baby, clean him."
Your tongue laps up the sticky mess on Shane's chest. Drooling all over as Ilya nearly grazes your g-spot, tongue lapping at the nipple next to it.
"Fuck, uh huh. Please!!" your sweet voice rings out, making Ilya kiss the curve of your ass.
"ĐžŃгаСП ĐżŃинŃĐľŃŃĐ°" Cum, Princess. The phrase Ilya made sure you had engraved in your mind.
You pant as he finally reaches that spot, making you clench around his fingers and let out a breathy laugh. Toes curling into the soft mattress as Shane softly whispers how beautiful you look. Ilya pressing soft kisses on your spine.
"Think you have learned your lesson, Princess. Baby boy is great role model," Ilya cheekily grins before pressing kisses to both yours and Shane's cheek. The three of you breathless and limbs tangled.
You love watching the show, even from the cuck chair ;)
Pairing: Yunho X Fem!Reader. Ateez mentioned but not involved much
Genera: Smut. 18+ only.
Summary: You pick âtruthâ and are asked who you think would be best in bed and worst out of all your friends. When you pick Yunho as the worst, he takes it personal, and has to prove you wrong.
Content Warnings: THIS IS FILTH OK. dom! Yunho sub! Reader, name calling (whore/slut), daddy kink (not a crazy amount), degrading, praising, spanking, fingering, orgasm, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, possessive, over sensitivity, oral ( f receiving), p in v, rough sex. I think thatâs it? Let me know if I forgot anything!
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âWhose turn is it?â Wooyoung asked, his words slurring slightly from his 4th drink. We were all at an AirBNB for his birthday and he was at the point in his evening where he wanted to play truth or dare.
âSan! Truth or dare?â Woo asked. San thought for a moment before choosing dare. âKiss Seonghwa for 30 seconds!â
Normally truth or dare was his excuse to make people kiss.
âWhat about you? Truth or dare?â He asked. You chose to play it safe this time, not fully as drunk as you should be to do any of the dares he came up with.
âTruth.â
âOh, come on!â Wooyoung groaned. âWhatever. Okay, a truth.. which one of us do you think would be best in bed and who would be the worst?â
You rolled your eyes at his question.
âI am not answering that.â
âNope! Thatâs not how the game works.â Hongjoong protested. âYou chose truth so now you have to answer.â
âYou guys just want to know who I might want to fuck.â I groaned from the silliness of it.
âYeah, pretty much.â San confirmed and the other boys all nodded in agreement and laughed.
âOkay, fine.â I took a sip of my drink. âIs this opinion based on who I think would be best in general or who would be best based on my own preferences?â
âYour own preferences.â Jongho said and the others agreed.
You were somebody who liked sex on the rougher side. Spanking, choking, and name-calling were all on your must-have list if you wanted to leave satisfied. Vanilla sex was fine but, usually didnât do it for you.
You scoped out the room of the 8 candidates and analyzed each part of their personality that could hint at their bedroom behavior. Your best was chosen quite quickly.
âI think San would be the best.â The boys all started to protest, trying to argue their case as to why they would be better.
âGuys, come on! She made her choice.â San laughed and threw his arms up in triumph.
âOkay she still needs to choose who she thinks would suck.â Seonghwa said, reminding you of the second part of the question.
âItâs not who I think sucks.â You emphasize. âItâs who I think would not be a good match for me.â
âNot be able to satisfy you.â Yeosang added.
âExactly.â Your eyes rested on Yunho. He had been silent most of the game as he babysat his drink. He was overly sweet, gentle, kinda like a puppy dog. Definitely not somebody you could picture throwing you around in bed.
âYunho..â you looked at him with sad, apologetic eyes. âIâm so sorry.â
âMe?!â He yelled in shock. The room erupted in laughter along with fake sympathy remarks. âWhy me?â
âYouâre just such a sweetie. Youâre gentle and soft. Romantic. And thatâs just not what I get off on.â The alcohol seemed to have kicked in a bit. âIâm sorry. Itâs just a game!â
Yunho pouted most of the night. You all had to pitch in together to move San and Wooyoung to bed after they has one too many. Once they were tucked in everyone went to their assigned room. Being the only girl on the trip, you got lucky and scored your own room you didnât have to share.
You stripped down to your pajamaâs which was a pair of underwear and an oversized t shirt. You climbed in bed after brushing your teeth and was about to turn off the light when there was a knock at the door.
âCome in?â You called out. The doorknob twisted and the door creaked open slowly.
âHey.â It was Yunho. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
âHey. Whatâs up?â You asked, a bit confused.
âYou really think I couldnât satisfy you in bed?â He asked.
âOh my god, no more of this.â You groaned and threw yourself back onto the pillows. âCan I go to bed please?â
âSo what is it that you like?â Yunho ignored your request for sleep. He shut the door behind him and turned to face you. The look in his eyes was something you hadnât seen before.
âYunho..? What are you doing-â
âDo you like to get fucked?â His voice was hard and serious, making the shocking words strike you even harder.
âI- I donât understand-â you stuttered.
âAnswer me.â He demanded. A chill ran down your spine which made you sit up in bed.
âYes.â You mumbled but felt embarrassed at the confession.
âDo you want to be held down? Choked?â He continued with the intimate questions. His hand turned the lock on my door, the sound of it alerting you of the true intentions of his visit and questions. âDo you like getting fucked into the mattress?â
âYes.â Your response was shaky, nervous, but your body was responding to the questions he was asking.
âAnd you donât think thatâs something Iâm capable of?â He walked towards the bed slowly, causing your heart rate to speed up.
âI donât know.â Your voice came out hardly louder than a whisper. âIt was just a game Yunho. You know I donât know anything about that part of you.â
Yunho put his hands on the foot of the bed and leaned forward towards you.
âExactly, you donât know. And I want to show you that Iâm different than what you think.â
You laughed out loud at what you thought was a joke however, he did not find any humor in your response.
âWhy are you laughing at me?â He was serious and his tone confirmed that for you.
âIâm sorry.â You started to stutter. âI mean, you have to be joking right? Yunho weâre friends-â
âRight. We are friends. So why would you embarrass me in front of everyone?â He reached out and grabbed your ankles, he caressed the skin with his thumbs.
âI didnât mean to. I just donât think-â
âThatâs the issue. Youâre thinking way too much.â He interrupted you. âAll you have to do is behave and Iâll give you exactly what you want.â
âBehave?â You laughed but you felt yourself start to get turned on by his words. âAnd what exactly is it that I want?â
âYou want to get fucked like a whore.â
You opened your mouth to protest but had no breath to form words. He was right, you did want that. But with him? You couldnât picture him doing anything more than missionary.
âAm I wrong?â He pushed when you didnât respond.
âNo, youâre not wrong.â You paused for a moment to watch him. He had thought he won a victory but you had plans to push him a bit farther. âBut it doesnât change the fact that I donât think you have it in you.â
Yunhoâs nostrils flared in anger. He gripped on your ankles tightly and dragged you to him. You gasped at the sudden movement.
âJust give me the green light and Iâll make you eat those words.â He was inches from your face, his lips so close to brushing against yours.
âFuck it, maybe it will be good.â You thought to yourself.
Just to be sure he knew exactly the vibe you craved, you continued to push him.
âI thought you said you wanted to fuck me like a whore?â You giggled, teasing. âYou ask whores for permission? How soft of you.â
âThereâs nothing soft about me baby.â He chuckled darkly. âYouâll see why I wanted your permission once Iâm done with you.â
âYou donât scare me.â You reached your hand up to caress his cheek with your hand. âDo your worst.â
Yunho snatched your had off of his face and pulled you off the bed with it, making you yelp. He grabbed your chin in his hand and pulled you to his lips. He kissed you hard and pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss made you dizzy and left you gasping for air.
âLast chance to change your mind.â He warned you after breaking the kiss but you shook your head. You were all in. He took a seat on the bed.
âLay across my lap.â He ordered you and you obeyed, giggling uncontrollably. You couldnât believe Yunho, of all people, was about to spank you.
Yunho lifted the bottom of your shirt up to expose your clothed behind. He placed his large hand on your ass and started to gently knead and massage the skin, placing very light spanks on your cheeks.
You smirked and rolled your eyes at the amateur attempt of being a dom-type.
âYou humiliated me in front of everyone.â He told you, still gently kneading. âMade everyone think I was too soft and too gentle.â
Yunhoâs fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down to your knees. His fingers traced their way back up your legs, grazing very close to your core, before finding its place again on your ass.
âYouâre going to wish I was gentle after weâre done.â He told you and quickly lifted his hand off of you and bringing it down swiftly on your bare skin. It was sharp and made you gasp. He did it a second time, a third. You started to squirm in his lap, trying to avoid the impacts.
âStay fucking still.â He growled at you and spanked you again.
He used his hand to move your legs apart, changing your foot placement. His hand ran down your ass and to your core, cupping it with his hand.
âDont run from me.â
Yunho lifted his hand off you and brought it back down onto your pussy with force. A bolt of pleasure echoed through you in an unexpected way. You moaned loudly and you felt wetness spread through your folds. He continued spanking you between your thighs over and over, each time getting harder, the impact more sharp.
âFuck-Yunho!â You gasped.
âWet from getting her cunt spanked. What a good little whore.â Your wetness coated his hand more and more as he continued to spank you. His fingers kept coming back down onto you in just the right spot. The impact always hitting your now throbbing clit. You felt a familiar feeling building between your thighs.
âOh my god.â You said in shock. âI think- I think I might cum-â
It came out almost as a question as you could hardly believe you were about to climax just from him spanking you.
âI didnât say you could cum, did I?â Yunho stopped and you felt your climax slip away.
âGod, Yunho please.â You panted. âYou proved me wrong. Please just let me cum.â
âIâll make you cum but Iâm not near done with you yet.â He plunged two fingers into you, making you gasp in stock. âNow, be a good girl and take my fingers.â
He moved his fingers in and out viciously. The noises he pulled from your body were almost primal, surely alerting everyone in the house of what was going on. His fingers were working you right on your g-spot.
âFuck!â You screamed as you felt your orgasm gush out of you.
âLook at you squirting for me.â He cooed. âWhat a filthy slut.â
He continued to push and pull his fingers out. The floor below you was soaked as you continued to convulse on his lap. It took a while until he decided to show kindness to you and remove his fingers.
âYunho.. holy shit.â You tried to get up but lost your balance in the process, your legs weak from your climax. He caught you in his hands and stabilized you.
âLay down on the bed.â He told you.
âYouâve proven your point. I canât cum again I think Iâll die-â
Yunho pinned you back against the mattress, his hand around your neck to hold you in place.
âYou wanted to be fucked like a whore and thatâs what youâre getting.â His voice was deeper than normal, full of desire. âI get to decide how many times you cum, not you. Your body is mine right now and youâre going to take what I give you. Do you understand?â
âYes.â You whimpered, the pulse returning to your pussy.
âAre you going to take it like a good little whore?â You felt your eyes roll in the back of your head at these words.
âYes daddy.â You moaned. Yunho bit down on his lip and groaned.
âGood girl.â
Yunho positioned his face in front of you and used his hands to push your legs back by your chest. You felt your folds being spread open, his hot breath hovered over your greedy core. He placed a gentle kiss on your swollen clit that made you whimper, then dipped his head down into you, his mouth deliciously licking up your slick. He moved his tongue up and down your slit, his tongue dragging over your clit again and again.
âGod, youâre eating my pussy so good.â You moan and feel the vibration of a chuckle from Yunho as he confined to eat you. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and started to suck, making a âpopâ sound every time he pulled off. It drove you crazy.
âShit! Oh my god, dont stop!â You writhed underneath him as he continued to devour your pussy. Your back started to arch off the bed as you neared your breaking point.
âCum on my tongue baby.â He murmured into you before going back to lapping your clit. It took three swipes of his tongue to bring you to your second orgasm. Your hips jerked as you came, your clit sensitive from the second climax of the night. But, Yunho didnât let up. Instead, you felt one of his fingers teasing your pulsating entrance.
âYunho! I canât-â you shrieked when you felt him start to push his digit into you.
âYou can and you will.â He ordered you. âYouâre going to take it.â
He pulled his fingers in and out of you and placed his lips around your clit again. This time flicking the tip of his tongue over it as he sucked on you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth fell agape as a numbing pleasure spread over you.
âYunho.â You hardly managed to choke out his name. Your body went rigid, a spray of clear liquid leaving your body and splashing onto Yunhoâs face and shirt left your body. He moaned in satisfaction, licking up every drop.
âSquirting for me again? You spoil me baby.â He purred into you. You were still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Yunho dropped his sleeping pants down around his ankles, his hard cock was trying to break free from the boxers that were half-heartedly concealing him. He gripped himself over the fabric, jerking himself off slowly.
âAre you ready for daddyâs cock?â He used his free hand to reach out and spread your folds for him. You recoiled from his touch.
âIâm too sensitive.â You whined, unsure how much else you could take. Yunho made a disproving noise with his mouth.
âYou still arenât listening to me, are you?â He pushed his boxers down off of him, his rock hard cock recoiling as it sprung out of the clothing. His dick was dripping with pre-cum. âYouâre going to take what I give you.â
Yunho grabbed your hips and pushed them hard into the bed, holding you down, then pushed his thick cock into you. A string of profanities left your lips as he filled up your overly sensitive cunt.
âI canât, I canât, I CANT!â You whined but made no attempt to stop him. You wanted it.
âTake my cock like a good whore.â Yunho told you, reaching to grab you by throat. He started rolling his hips into you, grunting with every thrust. He was ruthless with his pounding, taking exactly what he wanted. You.
âOh my god!â You screamed. Your hands were frantically trying to grip onto the sheets under you.
âDo you love my cock baby?â He asked you, his pace still ruthless.
âYes!â You started to get dizzy. âI love your cock Yunho.â
Yunho used his thumb to rub on your used clit, the added sensation sending you into a spiral.
âCum on my cock. Do it for me.â
You shattered around him, a loud scream leaving your body as you clenched down around him in your final orgasm. Your ears started to ring and you started uncontrollably squirting on Yunho and his cock as he sloppily fucked you out.
âFuck baby, Iâm gonna cum-â he didnât even finish his sentence before releasing his load, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you when he was done, enclosing you in his arms. Your body convulsing once in sensitivity when he pulled himself out of you.
âHoly shit.â You were still breathing heavy as you tried to recover. âThat was.. that was insane.â
âGood insane?â His dom persona disappearing. He seemed concerned.
âYes. Insane in a good way.â You giggled.
âYou made cum, what? 4 times?â
â5 times.â A smile spread across his face in triumph.
âIâm sorry I doubted you. I was definitely very, very, wrong.â You admitted.
âItâs all good. I had a lot of fun making you eat your words.â
We were both interrupted and startled by the door handle shaking as somebody tried to get in the room. You both covered yourself up in the duvet quickly.
âUm, yeah?â You called out, refusing to open it.
âWhat the HELL is going on in there?â Wooyoungâs voice carried through the door. Yunho and I glanced at each other and we stifled a laugh.
âWeâre just playing truth or dare.â
ââââââ-
My first Yunho fic! I hope you enjoyed. â¤ď¸ I went a bit crazy so I hope it wasnât too much.
And when I write about you and bestie Wooyoung eating a chocolate bar thatâs supposed to make you horny because you both think itâs a scam and want to prove your friend wrong. Only for it to work way too well.
have an out of control bratty girlfriend? call 1-800-hoon and snag a limited time deal for a minimum of $1000 per hour for every taming session provided by yours truly orâŚ. jayâs girlfriend is out of control and he goes to the only person he knows can help, his own best friend, sunghoon
pairing ËËË brat tamer!sunghoon x bsfâs spoiled girlfriend fem!reader ËËË
genre: smut minors do not interact, brat tamer au, p with no plot, jay is fed up with his girlfriend so he ask his best friend for the biggest favor
word count: 10.8k
content warnings: profanity, jay is readerâs rich bf and sunghoonâs best friend, everything is consented, unprotected sex, mean hard dom brat tamer!sunghoon, he is also incredibly hung (big dick!hoon), use of toys, oral (m rec.), degradation, orgasm denial, fingering, spit, headlocking, consented recording, dacryphilia, creampie, overstimulation, pussy slapping, spanking, face fucking, petnames (brat, bad girl, good girl, sweetheart, princess, slut)
Being self aware of a power you hold is revolutionary. But itâs an even greater feeling seeing your bank account balance go up each time you put a brat in her place. Ask Sunghoon, heâd know better than anyone.
While you should never ask a person how or where they get their money from, people never seem to listen and it wasnât long until people realized the magical touch of Sunghoonâs hands that took care of those bratty attitudes from snarky girlsâtaken by relationships or not.
Sunghoon has more of an interesting business per se than most people do at his age. It all started with a one time favor for a friend and receiving said friendâs small payment for his 'service' made him realize this could be something big.
Then when another call came in with an even larger payment offering for his service after being referred to him. It spiraled from there on out that he couldn't keep track anymore of the incoming calls and money being deposited into his account.
It was only then that he realized life was finally starting to look up for his money struggling self to the point that if anyone had a bratty girlfriend with an attitude out of this world, send them to Sunghoon and he would be more than happy to help.
That was until he hit a stump when Jay called late at night declaring a frantic code white.
He doesnât even know how to begin to react now that his very own best friend was in dire need of his âservice' for you, Jay's very much pampered girlfriend.
It wasnât rocket science to know what had to be done in order to put you in your place. All it takes is fuck you the way you want to be fuckedâ which is like the spoiled rich brat and all should be done.
Well, it was easier said than done.
Having Jay calling him dead of night repeating the sacred protocol was quick to snap him off the drowsy high horse and with a gruff voice could only mutter, âBring her overâ before cutting the call off with no room for argument
At first Sunghoon wondered how his best friend would get you to come to his place so late but you werenât his problem. You will be Jayâs up until youâre standing in front of him instead, kneeling to the floor, looking up at him with wet eyes and a quivering lip as you beg for him.
There was no rule against his books of helping out with his best friendâs girlfriend but, there was just one rule that he wonât ever cross.
He will never sleep with any of his clients. No exceptions to this policy.
Until now that you become the one anomaly in his clean streak.
It took less than 30 minutes before his best friend stumbled through his door with you trailing behind him with folded arms and a reluctant huff.
âA knock wouldâve been okayâ Sunghoon is startled out of his room, almost falling back asleep when he hears the ruckus in his living room
âSorry. Itâs just that⌠This is urgentâ Jay whispers as he peeks behind his shoulder, seeing you plop yourself to the couch while you scroll through your phone with a cheerful smile after adding another item to the online cart
âSo I heardâ Sunghoon takes a look to see you laying on your stomach on his coach like you lived here, âYou used our special code for thisâ Youâve only been over his place a handful of times so you definitely donât have the comfortability of acting like you pay the bills
âMind filling me with what happened?â That question alone made the vein pop from Jayâs neck as he sucked in a sharp breath and took a lap around in a circle, âOr not? I donât want you popping a vessel, blood will be such a hassle to get out of the floorâ
âShe spent nearly 20 grand. Two zero fucking thousand dollars on my card today just like thatâ Jay snapped his finger in a scoff, âCan you believe that?â
âDid she buy herself a car?â Sunghoon blinked harshly with a hushed response making sure you didnât hear their conversation
âI donât even want to know- I havenât even checked, thatâs how bad it is. All I know is that the payment wonât go through without my authorizationâ His best friend rubbed his tensed forehead and Sunghoon almost felt sorry for him
Emphasis on the word almost, âYou do know this is because of your doing right?â Jay snapped his gaze towards him at the brutal slap to the face but not once did Sunghoon flinch at the hard glare from his friend
âLook what I mean is, youâve spoiled her badly ever since you guys started dating. Even before that you were pampering her like a dollâ
He could see his best friend not having his words. He sighed heavily and put his hands up in defeat. âAll Iâm saying are two things. One, I very much told you so, from the start Jayâ Sunghoon points towards his friend whoâs attention drifted away in guilt, âNow itâs coming to bite you back in the ass and thereâs nothing you can do about itâ
âAnd the second thing?â Jay gruffed through gritted teeth because if there was anymore he hated than being wrong, it was being proven wrong by Sunghoon
âWhatâs my limit?â
There was silence. Jay knew what the question meant. The permission of how far his best friend could go with you.
Many thoughts crossed his mind but one thing for certain was that you wouldnât mind letting Sunghoon have his way with you. The only thing was that you wouldnât know what you were getting into until it was too late.
âAnything that stops her from acting out like this anymoreâ
Sunghoonâs jaw clenched when he heard his best friendâs words. âDo you know what that means? Because I can promise you, I have a clear idea how to deal with this but you might not like itâ
âHow much do I owe you Sunghoon?â Jay was already taking out his wallet and flipping through cards before pushing one out to the other who shook his head instantly
âI have a deal going on where the helpless cases are free of charge, you being my first and last customer on that dealâ Sunghoon pushed the card back, âPlus are you even sure you can cover it if I did charge you?â
Putting his card away with a smug smirk and pocketing the wallet, Jay looks back up at Sunghoon with a laugh, âOh please her careless expenses barely put a dent into my pocketâ
âMaybe you should look into becoming a deadbeat to save your money and the hassle of being put through this againâ Jay shakes his head as he walks past his friend towards you who looks up with sparkling eyes
âSeongie! Look! They have this cute new set I think you will like a lotâ You pushed the phone in his face but frown when he pushes it down and places a soft kiss to your forehead
âDoll, I need to do a few things and Iâll come back and get you in the morningâ The pads of his finger crease your cheek but you tilt your head to the side to shake him off, âOh love donât be like thatâ
âWhy are you leaving? I didnât do anything wrong!â
âI know you havenât, itâs just that Hoon here is going to have a talk with you is allâ But youâre already shaking your head no at your boyfriend in rejection
âGo ahead Jay. I can take it from hereâ Sunghoon interjects with a hand on his shoulder to make his friend reluctantly pull from you
âThis is unfair, I didnât even waste a lot of money! You make that back in a dayâ There was a moment of confliction flickering over Jayâs eyes and with the only chance Sunghoon had, he kicked Jay out of his place
The other male took one last glance at you who still refused to look at him now when the door closed shut. Jay sighs heavily and could only hope this means the end of your bratty attitude.
âSunghoon, bring him back here right nowâ You kick the couch but donât even attempt to chase after your boyfriend
âNow thatâs not a nice way to ask meâ Sunghoon rubbed his eyes to wake himself up before running a finger over his thick eyebrows
âWell good thing Iâm not asking youâ The roll of your eyes made Sunghoonâs hands twitch at his side instantly, âIâm telling you to get himâ
âYouâre cute if you think this is how itâs going to workâ The dark chuckle leaving past the rosy plush lips made you hold back but failed when he took a large stride over until he was right in front of you
His face is closer to you than any other time youâve been within the same vicinity as him, âIâm not your boyfriend who you can just order aroundâ
Your face burns under your skin as your frown grows, âGood thing you arenât. I wouldnât want you as my boyfriend anywayâ You point a finger to his chest and try to ignore the firmness of it, âYou wouldnât know how to handle meâ
Watching the corners of his lips tug upwards into a smirk, his hand hovering over your skin softly now harshly grabbed your jaw making you squeal and he let out a rumbling laugh. âPlease your own boyfriend canât even handle youâ
The pads of his thumb softly crease your cheek as he stares at your lips before looking up to catch your wavering eyes, âIâm the only one that can take so much of your bullshitâ
You grunt when you push his chest to break free from the hold but it is futile when he grips harder at your chin. Your gaze flickers around and you finally take notice of his outfit. A fitted black tee that every crevice of his muscles popped through, some form of gray sweatpants, slightly tussled bed hair and his sleepy eyes replaced with a burning gaze.
âWhat did you waste it on?â
âWaste what?â The words slurred between your squished cheeks as he held you
âJayâs money. Nearly 20 thousand dollars in what?â Sunghoonâs smirk grew wider when you stayed silent at first, you avoided his lingering gaze and he knew he already had you, âWas it worth it?â
âScrew you, I just needed to buy a few thingsâ Your anger taking over you, âJay doesnât complain when he sees what Iâm buyingâ
This makes him laugh out loud, you frown at the hard laughter bouncing off the walls. âSo you waste Jayâs money in what? Bras? Lingerie sets that heâs going to rip off you either wayâ
As you try to hide the warmth under your cheeks, Sunghoon digs his fingers into the hollowness of your sucked face. His eyes no longer warm and welcome like how they usually were.
He managed to see right through you that there was no point in denying the obvious.
âAlright letâs see themâ
âWhat?â You stare at him in shock when he lets go of your face to walk away
âIâm asking to see what the big fuss is aboutâ Sunghoon motions with a finger towards your still figure, âThese panties better be covered in some exotic lace with gold embroidered into themâ
You laugh in his face after trying to hold it in from the moment he opened his mouth. Which was very clear he didnât appreciate thatânot in the slightest.
âWhy would I give the luxury of showing you?â Your tone of voice growing more confident and sure you had the upper hand
âI knew itâ Sunghoonâs brows crease in confusion when you point at him again, âYou have the hots for meâ
The preplanned words die on your tongue when you finally catch Sunghoonâs glare straight on you. He took a seat on the couch, his back leaned back to the cushion as an arm extended on top of the leather and a leg kicked over his knee with a sly smirk.
âYou sure you want to keep going?â He groaned and your thighs unconsciously squished together watching him pushing out his hips, legs spreading out where you unmistakenly notice something you definitely shouldnât have
However, you saw the way he looked at you now, such an unexplainable shimmer. âHow messy of you to look at me that way Hoonieâ Your grown confidence was thrown out the window just like how you were thrown over his lap in a blink of an eye.
âDonât go around throwing out that nickname if you arenât ready for the consequences- Oh wait! Consequences donât count to you, right princess?â Sprawled over his lap, you were rigid. The instinct fight or flight response diminished into nothing when you felt his hand ghost over your shoulders
The warmth radiating off of Sunghoonâs hand trailing over your back made goosebumps rise everywhere. It was daunting the way he hasnât even laid a single finger on you, yet, somehow manages to burn you.
âYou can run, you knowâ He whispers softly just enough for you to hear, âJay will be bursting down my door if you callâ You on the other hand donât make any attempt
Oh. Oh.
He says it with no ill intent but has a revelation when you stay silent.
âGuess youâre out of luck todayâ His tone of voice drops lower as his hands finally land on your lower back
Sunghoonâs slender fingers trail over your waistband in a teasing manner, you tense up over his lap when he applies pressure of his finger to slip under the elastic but never fully doing it.
Shaking your lower half didnât achieve the outcome you wanted when he pulled his fingers away to hook under your chin. Met with his devilish grin, that looks like he can do all the wrong in the world, âYou keep moving sweetheart, scared?â
Flickering your eyes to the side just enough to catch a glimpse of him in the corner of your eyes to him looming over you. âDo I have to be?â Your voice became meek and soft in that instant
He didnât reply but instead tapped the side of your cheek with his index finger, craning your neck just a bit more to have you facing him. Eyes narrowed at you with a certain glint and a permanent smirk that never seemed to leave.
âCan I?â The question was imposing where his fingers lightly trace at the start of your pants, slightly pulling up to reveal the tag of them and hooking his finger there to tug on
âHoon-â
âWhat did I say about the nicknames? Donât use them if you arenât ready for the consequencesâ Sunghoon cuts you off making you thin out your lips out to keep quiet
His thumb softly creases the exposed skin from your shirt riding up and allows you to pull your head away to watch you dip it right in between your shoulders, away from his gaze.
âHoonieâ Sunghoon raised a brow when you called him a foreign nickname, he let go of the pantsâ tag and it aligned itself back to where it was before, nestled into your lower back
You bury your head further down and hide away from the burning glare but his presence grew more ominous when you felt his breath graze the side of your face to your ear. âDonât worry there sweetheart⌠Jay gave me permissionâ
âNow do you?â
âYes! Yes!â Your shriveled cry accompanied by your rapid nodding filled his chest with an unexplained pride
Hooking his finger to gather every inch of fabric on your lower body and yank it down without much of your help, quickly exposing you.
Listening to his silent hiss as he traces the lace of your panties was what filled you with pride.âThis is what the big fuss is about?â Sunghoon pulls at the side and allows it to smack against your skin when he lets go. your pride was snapped away instantly. âTheyâre cute I guessâ
âExcuse me?â A wave of distastefulness from his comment made you mad, âTheyâre way better than just cute. And you were the one so desperate to see them either wayâ You tried to inch off his lap and onto the couch to face him but didn't manage to move an inch as he plunged his fingers into your flesh
The tight grip on your hips burned as he tugged you back to him, forcing your body harder on his lap to keep you in place while adjusting his own position. The crinkling sounds of the couch under your moving bodies faded away when a slap echoed off in the living room instead.
âAh!â You screech while your legs flail behind, unable to escape from the palm of his hand at your middle back pushing you down, âSunghoon-â
âCountâ His strict tone cut you off that didnât leave any room for arguing
Having to swallow down the nerves from showing, you didnât want to test Sunghoonâs patience. There was no saying he wouldnât think twice of calling Jay to come pick you up. Which shouldnât sound so bad right? He was the one that left you here.
Another slap directly to the other cheek of your ass made you squeal loudly, âI said countâ He sneered to remind you that you were in territory that wouldnât take your shenanigans
â2â Your voice cracks but another slap to the opposite side made a strained cry slip through your lips
âWrong, itâs oneâ He runs a palm to soothe to ache for a second, âAnytime you miss a number, we restartâ
âThatâs unfairâ You tried to perch yourself off him but roughly he pushed your head back down to the cold leather with a flat hand
âNow life is unfair because you arenât getting what you want?â He chuckled causing you to tense up, âI knew you acted out but damn I didnât know how much of a brat you areâ
âIâm not a brat!â You deflect but when another slap directly to your burning skin, you instantly bit harshly down on your bottom lip and screwed your eyes shut, âO-oneâ The way your voice cracks satisfies him enough
Sunghoon doesnât say another word. The corners of his lips twitch upwards as he softly runs another hand over both ends of the burning skin. âUh huh keep telling yourself thatâ He breathlessly laughs
Unable to defend yourself for even a second, Sunghoon strikes your right cheek watching the recoil of where his hand and the ends of your ass met, âTwoâ The strained reply overjoyed him
Letting his eyes roam over where he was spanking to notice the small discoloration from how hard he was hitting. Instead of being worried, he grins before drawing back his hand and landing a slap in the same place from before.
Your head pushed further into the leather, mouth hanging wide open as a faint whimper fell from your quivering lips. He tilts his head in order to drink in the appearance right before him. Slightly parted legs, the lace panties riding up in the middle, your upper body squished on his couch as you looked at him with wet eyes.
His grin suddenly falters seeing the whitening claw marks on his leather couch, it wasnât some cheap leatherette he had, it was real leather imported from Italy.
âNow donât be a bad girl and ruin my leather sweetheartâ Sunghoon says while simultaneously peeling his hand from the back of your head to slide it under your clawed one, âWouldnât want to spend your money- well technically Jayâs money on fixing it now would weâ
He runs a rough pad of thumb on the back of your hand before tightening his grasp to the point where his nails were digging into your knuckles just enough to not hurt you, but just enough to warn you
âStop messing aroundâ You grit through clenched teeth in annoyance
This caused Sunghoon to laugh abruptly, âHah youâre telling me? Oh no thatâs not how this is going to workâ He pulls your arms behind your back and pins it against the middle, his freehand after letting you go of your hand smacks against your flesh harshly enough for it to echo off the living room walls
â3â Your strained answer couldnât be any less of the truth, it was clear, you swallow down the lump in your throat, âItâs already burnin- 4!â He snickered, not wasting another second to send another slap towards your ass
Another smack, then another followed by another, then one more which was supposed to be the last until 3 more followed after. Youâve lost count of how many spanks you received in the past 5 minutes.
All you did know was your bottom was sore and burning to the point that you were subdued to small whines having Sunghoon laughing at your state.
âSunghoonâ You whimpered when his calloused hand ran over the sore skin teasingly
With a careful persona, Sunghoon slightly adjusted your panties over your burning skin. He brings them to their original state that barely covers anything. The lace beautifully against the sensitive flesh that any touch to it had you shivering.
âUse your wordsâ
âHoonieâ The same nickname used with the hint of desperation in your breath now made Sunghoon tighten his hand on your arm and hummed softly in response
âNowâ His stern voice made it clear what he was aiming for. He knew what he wanted from you and you knew exactly what you had to give to make it stop.
âDo somethingâ You spat in a grimace which happened to be far from the right response. In a flash you can feel his finger running down the slit of the thin undergarment and ripping it easily in a second
You scream in shock, âWhat the fuck?!â Peering over your shoulder to look at the male who hasnât looked away the moment he caught your gaze, âYou just ripped my underwear!â The last word fell into a gasped moaned when Sunghoon grazed a finger between your slicken slit
âYouâre drippingâ His finger twirled past the perfectly ripped center enough to expose your wet heat, âDidnât know Jay also had a slut as a girlfriend"
âIâm not a slutâ Sunghoon wasnât amazed with this retort but instead was impressed how you managed to soak right through your underwear
He dug two fingers dead center of the small tear in your underwear to rip it open even more, âYouâre going to pay for thatâ You try to come off stern but fail when Sunghoon doesnât even respond
With the pad of his thumb, he runs it over your swollen bud, Figures eights against your clit causing you to melt into his touch.
He had that type of power that was unimaginable until now.
âNo Iâm notâ He chuckles before spreading your folds open and teasing the muscles with the tips of his fingers, âLooks at this⌠practically begging for meâ
âShut up-â The words died on your mouth when you feel his finger teasing your entrance before finally sliding through
Sunghoon painfully drags his finger in and out with a gentle pump, settling on a slow pace that wouldnât satisfy anyone and surely not you. âSure about that?â He spoke when you clench around him the moment he curls up into the gummy walls
âHoon, Not-â Your sentence cut short when you feel him pull out fully only to quickly push back in, âEnoughâ Wrenching the end of your sentence made him smile
Your hands attempt from behind to grab his wrist but he rips his finger out of you to send another harsh smack against your already burning skin.
âUngrateful and impatient?â Emphasis on the âandâ made the burn on your cheeks match the burn on your lower body, âHow does Jay even put up with it?â
âBy putting up with itâ Sunghoon laughs at your sneer, he shakes his head with the laughter dying down
He pulls you off his lap to the side without discard leaving you confused, stingy and vibrating with a need that he purposefully started that you very much needed him to end.
âYeah not for long princessâ His tone was almost playful but much so more mocking than not
Peering behind, you watch Sunghoon dusting off his clothes from the remnants of you. The corners of your lips tugging down when you see him walking off without even looking back at you.
âWhere are you going?!â You readjust yourself to sit up on his couch, not caring if you were dampening the leather. You werenât used to being left behind, especially when you were so needy
It didnât matter where it would be, if you were needy, you were always taken care of.
âBe a good girl and stay thereâ He didnât even bother to fully look at you only merely looking behind his shoulder to the side until he rounded the corner and disappeared
You scoffed in disbelief because there was no way you would stay, especially not by the word of Sunghoon.
With hurried steps, you stand up with weak knees that you almost fall over. You grumble under your breath silently and put a hand against the burning skin behind in hopes to ease the pain after each step you take.
It was up until then when you saw the slightly ajar door that stood out from the rest of closed doors. Your body didnât hesitate to drag you down that path and carefully walked into the dark room.
Each hesitant step after the other, you looked side to side just to see a closet and bed against the wall with a nightstand off to the side. Knitting your brows and inching closer to the bed with an extended hand but nearly jumped out of your skin when the door slammed shut.
âI thought I told you to stayâ Sunghoonâs voice sinister and menacing loomed in the shadows making your skin crawl
It was a test. To see if you would stay and follow his words but he knew you wouldnât and he stands corrected.
It was time for the plan he never prepared physically but always mentally for when the day came.
âI-Iâ There were no words applicable enough to defend your case so, you face him and stand your ground, âNo. I wasnât going to just stay there because you said soâ You snapped back
For a second, you believed you got him when he didnât respond, so you continue the tangent. âListen, itâs one thing to slap my ass but itâs another to stick a fucking finger in me and not finish what you startedâ
âIs that why you didnât even bother to put your pants back on?â Sunghoon took a stride towards you, his step filled with purpose until he was in front of you, âBecause you need me to fuck you like a slut to make you happy?â
His eyes burned through you that it felt like he could head every waking thought you had. You squirmed under his gaze and was the first to break eye contact making him lazily smile. âNot using your words?â He asked but was met with no response again
Abruptly his hand flew to your neck and held it, âGood girls use their wordsâ His eyes roam over your body as if to examine your state. With a smack against his teeth, he shakes his head, âDonât know why I expect you to knowâ
âClearly you have no shameâ
In a flash, you grab his wrist holding you and dig your nails into his flesh. You believe it would have done something but nothing. Sunghoon laughs in your face when his freehand grabs your hand and with one hard squeeze, immediately makes you unwillingly let go.
âNow letâs try this againâ Sunghoon lowly hums and brings your face closer to the point where his breath fans over, âWant to use your words properly or are you still going to keep making noise to get what you wantâ
âFuck you Sunghoonâ
âAttaâ girlâ He smirks and with each step he takes, you take a step back until the end of the bed hits the back on your knees forcing you to sit down on at the edge
You look up at Sunghoon and he moves his hand from your throat to cup your jaw and run the pad of his thumb over your cheek with a growing gentle smile.
As his gaze focuses on your bottom lip, he runs a thumb over it to wipe all moisture from it.
Without second guessing, he slips in his creasing thumb and pressing flat on your tongue. Unable to stop the small gagging noise from it, he encouraged it more when he pressed harder down.
Instead of pushing him away like he anticipated, you fully wrap your lips around it and sucked on his thumb softly. Sunghoon watched how your eyes flutter close, a soft hum rumbling out as the crack of a smile on your face.
âHe spoils you way too muchâ He breathlessly says out loud under his breath when he realizes Jay must do this often with you
You peek open your eyes and bash them when you look up to the male in front of you, his thumb pressing down on your tongue loosened and you messily run all over the flesh in your mouth easily.
A dark cloud casts over his eyes but not enough to dim the sparkle in them as he watches you. He doesnât even try anything to stop you. The corners of your lips twitch up to the side and he could tell youâre growing confident again.
âHoonieâ Your slurred speech was like a bucket of cold water drowning him, he snapped out of the moment and yanked his hand away
âCareful there princessâ Sunghoon leans your head back while simultaneously stretching out your mouth with his index and thumb, âYouâll catch something in that mouth of yours you might not wantâ Your brows crease in confusion when he hovers over your tilted head
With what took perfect calculation to align his head above yours, the glob of spit trickling down from him to your jared mouth. Inching out your tongue out to receive it, he squeezes your cheeks with a stern grip, âSwallowâ And without hesitation as he closed your mouth for you making a low hum rumble out of your chest
âYou liked that?â He asked once realizing the loopy smile you on and the dazed nod you gave, âSuch a nasty girlâ
âAnd if I admit I am?â You fluttered your eyes up at him who was already looking down at you with a narrowed gaze of lust
âThen weâre finally making progressâ He says before he letting go of the deadweight you became in his hand and pushes you on the bed
You squeal when your back meets the mattress, not expecting him to walk over to the closet instead of climbing onto you.
âI really hate being kept waiting you knowâ You push yourself up on elbows to look at his back with a frown. Each time he moved, the fitted shirt moved, the back muscles youâve seen from afar but never up close shifting every time he moved even a little
You tilt your head to the side as you rake over his body, âAnd I donât really like to be gawked at but here we areâ He sharply turns around instantly catching you off guard, âGuess we donât get what we wantâ
Fully turning around, he held a container that made his biceps flex through the short sleeve which caught all of your attention. All to forget to see whatâs inside of it and only hear the clattering mess inside of it.
Without even a word uttered, just Sunghoonâs presence in front of you made a dwell of embarrassment arise and you fall back and cover your body to the best of your ability.
âNo donât do thatâ He switches the box into one arm while the freehand grasped your wrist and bounded them over your head
Instinctively licking your lips when catching sight of his muscles again that bulged through the fabric, perfectly filling in the sleeves with each flex.
You swallow down the lump and turn your head to the side when what he was carrying plopped beside you. Hearing clutter spilling out and a sudden poke to your side, you peek down at the sight of the silicone toys scattered at your side.
âWhat theâŚâ Words died on your tongue as your mouth fell agape when he grabbed a random one and pressed it against your cheek
âLetâs play a gameâ He smirks wickedly leaving you frozen in place, he shooed away most of the toys to the floor with a cringy sound
His nails dig into your wrist, the fake tip teasingly dragging around your cheek before trailing down your neck, âDonât make a single sound and you get a prize. If you do then you get punished, easy right?â
âAnd what type of punishment would it be if I don't follow your little rules?â There is a sleaze to your words, somehow you were still prideful and you were proud of that
âLetâs find outâ Not even given a chance to retort, in a split second the toy by your cheek was soon pushing past your glistening hole and you mewled once it plunged right into entrance through the ripped opening
You loudly gasped when Sunghoon immediately began thrusting the toy in and out without a missed beat or even letting you adjust to the stretch. You flailed your body to break from his hold and instead only made it grow tighter.
âI thought we agreed on no soundâ He darkly snickered watching your withering body each time he pulled out, leaving you empty, just to shove it back into you, âI want to be able to hear youâ
Sunghoon didnât actually mean you. He wanted to hear the squelching noises from where you and the toy met messily.
It didnât stop there. With the perfect positioning of the toy, each time he pushes it inside of you, it will lightly graze the swollen bundle of nerves that crumbled you in a blink of an eye.
Biting down on your bottom lip to silence the sounds daring to slip out to follow through with the rules. You weakly shake your head, not really sure what you were denying but it must have meant something since Sunghoon actually stopped with the toy deep inside of you.
He looked down to catch your teary gaze, quivering lips as you tried to keep quiet. Menacingly the corner of his lip twitched up, it was a sight he didnât realize he would ever experience.
âWhatâs wrong? Cats got your tongue princess?â He leans and presses forehead to forehead making you pull back the moment his breath grazes yours
âFucking move the dildo betterâ You snapped with malice in your voice making him heartily chuckle which only enraged you more, âWhat are you laughing at? Thereâs nothing funny about thisâ
âNo youâre rightâ The hold on your wrist fell to be replaced with a tight grip at your jaw keeping you still for him as his hands to unravel you. âThis is fucking hilariousâ
âYou humor me when you actually think Iâll listen to youâ You feel the drag of the slicken toy slip out with a plop once itâs fully out, an abrupt groan fell through your swollen lips at the emptiness, âSo a brat that doesnât listen to me will get someone who wonât listen to herâ
âAnd who gives you that power to do so?â Sunghoon didnât flinch when you snapped back, instead he yawned as if he were used to this, âAre you yawning right now? What is your problem?!â
Yet, instead of answering, he just pushes back the toy into your fluttering hole with an unphased expression. The air in your lungs gets caught in your throat from how quickly it fills you up, a strained gasp ripped from your chest when he set a brutal pace. It was fast and abrupt, no longer the familiar slow and weak one.
Your head was thrown back, chest heaving when the tip of the toy was poking into your gummy walls but nevertheless still unfulfilling for your desire. âSunghoo-Hoonâ With the way you yearned his name, he knew you didnât want more, you needed it
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with a soft moan leaving your swollen lips, âHoonie-â You were cut off the moment something firm and plastic-like ran over your licked lips before forcing itself into your mouth
Hastily looking down to your parted lips around another variation of a toy he had laying around. You gagged around the fake shaft when he pressed further down your throat, muting your sounds to nothing but loud gargles and chokes.
One slipped out of a wet hole, another would slip into the other and vice versa until you were muted to nothing. Only the sounds of your pussy squelching around the toy and your vibrating cries around the fake shaft were bouncing off the walls.
âSee isnât it just so much better when youâre quiet and not running that mouth of yoursâ Sunghoon was tailoring to you with false sweetness when there was no way of being able to respond. There were no tender touches, it was brutal and rough. Sunghoon was making a statement.
You wailed around the silicon lodged into your throat, you put your hands on his shoulder as support, not to move him off you like he expected. You were leaving him there to watch and listen how you took everything he was pushing into you.
Trailing his eyes down your body from the tears slipping each time you squeezed your eyes shut, your legs spreading even wider giving him perfect sight of your stretched pussy. He examined closer for a precision to brush your clit simultaneously ripping a loud moan out of you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders blade when the pace grew faster, each thrust led to a teasing nudge something in you that only Jay has ever touched and now his best friend found it too.
He kissed the roof of his mouth realizing that was your sweet spot from how much sobbed on the toy.
It was amusing how never once Sunghoon missed a beat in any of his shoves into your holes. Lathering the dildo into your mouth, with accumulated spit that seeped from the corner of your lips and dribbling down your chin.
The toy was almost lightweight on your tongue when it moved to peak inside the tighter confinement of your throat. You tried to suck on it the only you knew how to. Weakly bobbing around the moving shaft to meet Sunghoonâs shoves into your throat.
It was messy, it was nasty, it was straight filth with all kinds of bodily fluids leaking out of you and it still somehow became Sunghoonâs greatest motivation.
He could see it in your eyes that you were conflicted with something, the way you avoided his gaze to keep them trained on the ceiling.
âWhatâs wrong? Mhm?â His tone taunting that through the haze you scratched over the shirt enough to leave marks later on, âGoing to come?â
âSunghoonâ Your broken wails were almost ineligible making him go harder. Every single time, the toy would slip fully out before being pushed right back in to itâs highest point hilt within the warm wet heaven of you
It was right there that you could almost taste the pleasure past the plastic gliding in your throat. Up until it was all ripped away from you with loud pops.
âSunghoonâ You whined in a loud breath once you gained a somewhat stable breathing
âBad girls donât get to come sweetheartâ A loud huff and wiggle of your body, trying to deny his reasoning but a smack to your thighs made you stop
âNot a bad girlâ You swallowed down harshly knowing he preferred when you spoke instead of relying on just sound
You felt Sunghoonâs smooth hands running up the back of your thigh like he was admiring you, âWhat was that?â Sunghoon tilted his head and shrugged off your arms from his neck making them fall to your side
A tingling sensation burns your lips from how long they were parted for, you bring up your hand to wipe the droll basically covering you. You knew you looked like a mess but Sunghoon grabs your wrist and pins it down before you wipe anything away, âI asked you somethingâ
âIâm not a bad girlâ You blabbed, not fully comprehending how your body was being contorted to his liking. It was only then you realized how your head leaned back and off the bed with how it bobbed, âYouâre so mean Hoonie. I didnât even get to comeâ
The male scoffs in amusement, âWhen is it going to stick that your actions will have consequences?â He buzzed when you finally raised your eyes up to the eye level bulge in front of your face, âGirls who misbehave get punishedâ
Even upside down, it was obvious how it begged to be free from its restraint. âYou look pretty bigâ You point out trying to reach out and touch but he stops you with a gentle grab, âSeeing me like this gets you that hard?â He lets out an airy laugh at the dazed question
âYouâre never going to learn are you?â
You lull your head to the side and giggle frantically while shaking your head with a bitten lip, âWhatâs the fun in that?â He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue in annoyance watching how there is a mischievous glimmer in your eye
Your tease left unanswered from the sound of him fiddling with his sweats but not in the way you expected. Sunghoon didnât even bother to pull them down instead he was slipping out the clear hard-on through the small opening of the pants, âAnd never explainâ You murmur the imprint on the center of his sweats before being met with the hang of his shaft before your eyes
âYouâre really bigâ You stated in assurement, he was hung that it was mind blowing he was hiding all of this underneath. The slight curve from the weight holding him down
You pursued your lips out and softly pecked the leaking tip, having him jerk back from your tease. You smirk and look up at him through eyelashes to see his unamused face.
Sunghoon grabbed himself and slowly stroke to cover his length with the precum that leaked, âHoonâ You called out again which he ignored
He gripped your chin, forcing your mouth open as he leaned down enough that he could let the accumulated spit spill from his to land into yours. You lightly choked when the hand holding you slipped down to your throat and tightened, making your gasp just enough for Sunghoon to guide himself in.
Nothing could have prepared you for the wider, heavier, wet and warm stretch to your mouth. Instantly the moment the tip slipped through, you coughed loudly as it slipped past further down your throat.
âOnly way to shut you upâ Sunghoon groans when you instinctively attached your lips around him to keep him in you
With one swift motion, he filled your mouth up where you could feel him teasing the down back of your throat just by his tip alone. You weakly pressed your hand behind for support but he roughly gathered your wrist and binded them with his own and held them to your chest.
âDonât try to speak with your mouth fullâ He laughed when his cock vibrates from your weak blabs, âYou can get hurt like that if you arenât careful enoughâ Not even fully bottomed out in your throat, he holds himself from simply ramming into the warm confinement
Through the ineligible whimpers ripping from the small crevices that werenât full of him which wasnât much to begin with, he managed to string them together to the best of his ability. You forget the hand around your throat until it squeezes tighter, lightly constricting the air in your body.
A lightheaded feel flooded your head with a wail just as Sunghoon pushed the entirety of his cock into your mouth. He lets out small groans each time you gagged at him being lodged right in the tight captivity.
Thus without sparing a moment, he drags himself out leaving only his tip resting against your lips, giving you the chance to suck in a harsh breath until he shoves himself back into you. From the small time your head and the way Sunghoon fucks your mouth just like how he did with the toy, hard, uncaring and somehow pleasuring.
The blood rushed to your head even faster. Unable to run your tongue over any surface from how fast Sunghoon was rutting into your mouth, you could only stay in that position. Each drag in and out of your mouth managed to make you feel how his cock bulged out of your throat each time he thrusted up.
The length and tip outlining out of your throat and into his followed with your full mouth. He squeezes his hand around your neck to make it tighter around him. Wet lewd sounds fell through swollen lips as you could only take what was being given to you.
Droplets accumulated in the corners of your eyes as you screwed them shut each time you felt the poke down your throat and into his hand. Forced to claw at your shirt for support, you gargled unimaginable sounds.
âThatâs better isnât itâ He grunts when he feels you trying to suck around his cock, he pushes himself against your face for a split second before pulling out fully with a loud pop
You choked on air as you tried to accumulate any type of form of coherency. However, you werenât quick enough to respond to Sunghoon. He lets go of your wrist and pries open your legs to the side and slaps dead center on your pussy.
You squeal loudly but not loud enough to block the lewd slap to your wet core. âI asked you, isn't it better when you arenât talking nonsense?â You mewl weakly, hands uncontrollably shaking as your mouths open and closes failing to reply, âAnswer meâ
âYesâ Your response was hoarse and wet, you gulped down to clear your throat but couldnât when your mouth was flushed open again with his cock filling your mouth in one swift thrust
âGood girlâ Your head grows full of the first ever praise of the night, he sends another slap and then another onto your sensitive core, the uncleaned arousal spilling around and ruining the sheets under you
The male hovers over your entire body, one of his arms holding himself up, while the other one never lets go of your throat. He thrust into your mouth without a care, his only mission is to stop you from speaking nonsense anymore.
Head aligned perfectly with your entrance that he spits directly onto your clit and watches how it slides down the slit, slightly mixing with your arousal coating your folds. You squirm underneath him and try to reach a hand down to run over the bundle of nerves for extra stimulation.
Each time he slapped himself into your mouth, the tighter his grip became around your throat. His hand gripped the sheets in support as he could feel his abdomen clenching, his thrust growing unrhythmic and the sounds he tried to hold back couldnât be contained.
Your face met with his pelvis each time he was making you take him deeper and deeper until every breath became of him. Screaming his name with a full mouth was impossible to understand when your fingers found the right pace running over your clit
âYou get off on that?â He spat through gritted teeth, âWhen I use your mouth? Finally shutting you up mhm?â All the response he got were your weak gargles and fluttering eyes rolling to back of your head
Your back arching off the bed and withering each second that passed by. You were moaning uncontrollably around his cock as though blurred vision, all that was burned into your mind was the words âAnd never explainâ.
âHoon. Hoon. Hoonâ Was all that could leave your filled mouth, you were chanting his name like a prayer that disarmed you into nothing to be put back together by your savior, âSunghoon!â You gargled thinking this would be it
However, as quick as your orgasm was about to come, the faster it was to be ripped away from you again for the second time tonight. With a swift motion, you regained your obstructed breath when he let you go.
Grabbing your moving wrist that you couldnât put much of a fight into when your mind was so muddled and dizzy. Dazingly youâre heaving trying to regain your breath, it was a blur of pleasure that was breaking you bit by bit. Through wet eyes, you catch Sunghoon looming over you, his eyes darkened and a smirk that couldnât be wiped off.
His hand reaches up to crease your face, he smooths out his palm carefully. Uneven blinks are what he receives and unable to do anything but smile at it, he leaves you there to walk to the opposite side.
Rolling your back head to catch a glimpse of Sunghoon over your shoulder before he is climbing onto the bed himself. You pushed your arms out to peel your body off the mattress but instead your head is pushed back down to the mattress.
âSunghoonâ Your sentence incomplete when two fingers slid right back into the wet confinement of your heat making you squeal and claw at the sheets
âYeah?â The smug of his tone bleeding off and seeping through the cracks of your just right where he was all you could ever think of, âYou were just so empty, was just begging to be filled upâ
You weakly try to reach behind and grab him to fasten the pace but even trying to grapple with him was a loss as he bends your arm and presses it into your back.
âUh-Uh. You know better now or do I still need to engrave it into your head?â He stops all movement completely and you lightly flailed your legs in annoyance
âJust do something! Iâm sick of this!â You squealed as you tried to chase after the pleasure with every wither of your body
Sunghoon couldnât help but laugh at your attempts, deciding that sticking in another finger would be better. You loudly gasp at the bigger intrusion, Sunghoon slowly pumps out the squished three fingers and then right back in.
Burying your head into the plush of the comforter as your mouth hangs open to spill out the accumulated muffled sounds. His thumb rubbing near your clit makes you see stars.
However, it only lasts at least three or four pumps or even more, youâre not sure since youâve lost count when he rips away yet another orgasm from you right when it was about to come.
âSunghoonâ Your voice cracks when you call his name, âShunghoon!â Yet, this time youâre squealing his name for another reason when a slap to your pussy tingles all of your senses
You grip the edge of the bed when your core twitches by even the smallest breeze. Then, when you feel a sticky substance smacking against your own slicken core, you crumble instantly.
The lewd sound bounces off when his own length hits against you in a repeated manner. How much each splat flew when skin on skin met was unclear, the liquids youâre not even sure came from was ruining the sheets but it didnât matter.
With the choice to coat his cock but glides it in between your slit, each time his tip would protrude your entrance only to slip out. He was giving you a taste until you couldnât take it anymore.
Your patience snapped the moment more than just his tip was pushing into you, âHoon- Hoonie please! I need it. Need youâ You whimpered
Even though you couldnât see his face, the sheer cockiness was getting omitted from him. He leaned down and pressed his chest to your back, while there was no direct contact, you still felt his warmth.
âWhatâs wrong sweetheart? What do you need?â He slurs in the shell of your ear, âTell meâ
âNeed me to fuck you straight?â At his lowly chuckle, youâre quick to nod your head in response, not caring if you needed to beg on your knees
âAnythingâ You rasped out making Sunghoon chuckle, his body on top of your was the least suffocating thing
âAww why didnât you just say soâ Without a moment to spare, your eyes roll to back of your head when Sunghoon finally breaches through in a swift motion
âS-Sunghoon!â The wail melted into a sucked breath as he pushed through your gaped hole
âShhhh itâs okay princess. Youâll get what you deserveâ He whispers, your contracting walls attempting to get adjusted to the large intrusion
You breathed heavily through your nose and mouth trying to even it out as he slowly glides himself out just a little before pushing back into you.
Instantly you feel the emptiness seeping away from every inch you were being filled by from Sunghoon. He couldnât keep himself from pushing himself further to stop once you met with the base.
Nestled right into the welcoming confinement, he weakly laughed and shook his head as he stared at where you two connected. âYouâre taking me well sweetheart⌠Like you were made for thisâ
âWere you? To be shut up like a brat and fucked like a slut?â He murmured directly into your ear with a grin when you didnât respond
âMhm? Not answering me?â Your were too dazed out but it was only when a bulging sensation wrapped around your throat were you brought back to your senses, âUse your wordsâ He threatened once your head was up from his yanking it up by his biceps
You knew what it meant and behind the facade, he had already broken you, âY-yes! I am! Please just move! Let me comeâ You sniffled as your head craned back from his biceps crushing under your chin
Constricting the airways again still managed to have every sense full of him. It felt like you were being split into half, normally how you felt with Jay, but this time it was different.
There was no extensive care and love. Sunghoon was on a mission and that was to straighten you out.
Your body jolted forward from the first actual thrust. Gripping onto the crumbled sheets harder as you didnât even attempt to minimize your noise.
âHoon. Hoonâ Youâre chanting his name when his thrust becomes frequent and repetitive. A concentrated force that is drilled into your body
Moving his hips in long, hard and calculated thrust, it was easy to get lost in the sense of you. He tried shaking his head from the clouding daze but with the way you wrapped around himâtook him in like nothing, it was addictive.
Every precise move always left you empty only to be full the next second. His tip cut into your g-spot once he found it, the noises growing louder as you begged for your ultimate victory.
Gargled and squeezed breaths escaped your lips and your head in his arms felt like you were soaring through a cloud. Your ears rang and felt like you were submerged into a wave of Sunghoon and you relished in that.
âWhat happened to that attitude of yours mhm?â Your arms ran up to his arms and scratched themâeasily marking them up with red streaks in its wake but it didnât phase him, âWhatâs in your mind now sweetheart?â
âLet me come please! Iâll be good. Promise. Pleaseâ Your broken pleas somehow managed to make Sunghoon ram into you, his thrust growing rougher each time
Every thrust melted your further into the mattress, feeling you clamp around him was more of a reward than what you would be getting. âLet me hear you princessâ He chuckles lowly
The screeching of the bed squeaked in synchronization with your own. Sunghoon felt fulfilled with the state he has you in, every breath you took consisted of broken wails of need. Anytime he asked you something, you responded well.
Like something had been easily rewired in your brain by his own hands. Slowing down his own pace so that you could feel everything that he could touch anything and everything imaginable in you.
Sunghoon peered down to see the recoil of where you two met. Watching how you sucked him in, how beautifully you wrapped around him. It made him dizzy once a desire in him flickered hot.
âYouâre going to take it right? Be a good girl for me and take it?â Sunghoon grunted and jerked your head up to look at him
He stopped his thrust completely to admire the unfocused eyes, droll trickling down the corners of your lip down your chin, blown out pupil, you were gone and high off the adrenaline. âAnswerâ
âYesâ
He let go of your neck, dropping it back to the mattress and you gasped loudly. The waft of his smell filled your head that every crevice in you was full of him.
Sunghoon held the ends of your hips with a death grip and picked up the slow pace into something almost carnal. Obscene noises only grew louder the harder he was chasing after you in his bed.
As much as he tried to conceal his own sounds, there was no escaping the small groans he let out when you clenched around him just right.
âGood fucking girlâ He grumbled under his breath when there was no way that you could form any coherent sentence or even thought
All you could let out were moans and whines when his tip would tease inside your gummy walls and repeatedly hit your g-spot that shattered you.
Sunghoon snaps his hips against your back, his triceps flexing from his grip and strength holding him up. The more you clamped around him, the more impossible it felt that you would let go of him and drag out his first orgasm of the night.
âIsnât your mind at rest now that you arenât thinking so much?â He questioned knowing he wouldnât get a proper response but he managed to string together what you were blabbing about, âOh youâre happy now?â He laughs out loud
His thrust became erratic and unrhythmic as he was chasing his high. However, when he could feel the familiar clench around him, he drags himself out of you with a plop and a loud whine when you don't come around his cock.
âSunghoonâ You mewled breathlessly when youâre flipped onto your back and the wind gets knocked out of you as your legs are pushed up to your chest
âMessy Messy slutâ Lifting his hand to slap your exposed self making you shriek
âHoonâ You gulped the lump in your throat as your grip on the sheets never faltered, âPleaseâ
âPlease what?â He slowly runs his shaft over the slicken crevice but never pushing in
âIâll be good. I wonât act up. Not anymore. Promise. Just pleaseâ Your sentences was broken up while trying to catch your breath that he couldnât barely understand
âSpeak up properlyâ He stops once he was aligned at your entrance
âPlease make me comeâ Slowly shaking his head, grabbing the base of his cock and dragging apart your folds and stroking himself to his liking
âI thought it would make sense to you that⌠You arenât getting what you wantâ He smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, âBrats donât get rewardsâ
You wiggle your body in an attempt to chase after the fulfillment Sunghoon gave you but he pressed down on your body to stop you. He lets out low groans and his eyes never move away from where he rested.
âAh- Take it. Fucking take itâ He groans loudly, watching at your gaped hole and how his tip nearly could slip in if he moved an centimeter more
His hand was cramping but he didnât care, he continued to coat your essence all over to not leave a single trace empty of you.
âHoonieâ You turned your head to the side, an acceptance casting of you that you would never get what you wanted, at least not tonight and definitely not from Sunghoon
Your mouth fell open in awe when a warmth splat all over your entrance and Sunghoon shook above you. His chest rose up and down as he tried to catch his breath, his cum seeping all over, some even falling inside of the cavern and sliding into you.
Letting go of his semi-hard cock and watching how it hangs and pokes your clit making you jolt slightly at the slight stimulation.
While he believes that he doesnât make a lot of mistakes or regrets, this one mustâve been his worst one when he looks up to your face and sees it masked in an unsatisfied afterglow.
Your mouth hanging open and forming a small frown, your own body rising and falling, eyes clouded with dripping tears, saliva dried and wet from the corner of your mouth.
Bring his attention back down to where he made a mess on you. His cum seeping and falling through even crevices and crack, some falling to the bed and some inside of you.
Sunghoon chuckled as he reached over to his phone in the room and opened the camera and began recording with the flash of your state. He zooms in the area he knows Jay would love to see.
He spreads your folds apart to show the white surrounding it and slightly pushes some of it into your hole. In the background your whine is heard but looking past it to focus on your swollen bud.
Running a thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves, you wither over and crinkle the sheets even more, body slightly arching off but he softly pushes you back down and you comply.
He trails the flash all the way up to your face and chuckles at the squinted eyes as a whimper falls through your raw lips from how much you kept nibbling at them.
âYouâre on videoâ Your eyes fell close in a loud huff at Sunghoonâs taunt, âSmile for the cameraâ
Instead of disobeying, you weakly flash a weak smile at the rolling video before it ultimately cuts just like your attitude the moment you walked through this door where it remains left behind.
áŻâ
As you loudly huff, you plop onto the couch with folded arms and roll of your eyes. Jay trailing behind you with a loud gruff, âBaby. I already told you why we canât go out this weekendâ
âNo I donât want to hear it Jay. Itâs whatever. I donât care. Focus on your oh so important job moreâ You crossed your legs over and ignored the presence of your boyfriend who was beyond fed up
Jay runs a hand through his hair, tussling its usual slick back with a heavy sight, âDonât make me call sunghoon againâ The sentence held a heavy weight to it nowâ no longer feeling the way it used to feel
Instantly, you fixed your act and sat straight up. Your cheeks burning under your skin because youâre supposed to be afraidâ not soaking through your panties right now at the thought.
You didnât even come and you couldnât go through the torture but the problem was, you wanted to.
âI dare youâ You sneered through chattering teeth without thinking and a sick smirk plastered on Jayâs face as he laughs and nods his with a poke of his tongue to his inner cheek
âYou asked for itâ He sternly said before picking up his phone and dialing the number meant for out of control girlfriends
Unable to control the corners of your lips inching upwards realizing that everything was going according to plan because to you, it would certainly take more than one session to get rid of that entitlement.
And it somehow seems like it would take more than just Sunghoon to get it out of you because once a brat, always a brat.
So call 1-800-HOON and get the attitude fucked out of your girl today at a pricing deal of free only limited to his best friendâs girlfriend.
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for @bambiihee who gave this idea to feed the brat tamer hoon agenda
Genre/Warnings: mostly fluff, angst, breakup, James and Juhoon cameo, theyâre both idiots, kissing
By S: Omg I had so much fun writing this lowkey cause I am a hugeee fan of DJO (Joe keery) and since ST final season is ongoing I have been listening to him nonstop so I HAD to write something on his song(s) so yeah. I soo recommend the Crux deluxe (the album) and everyone should honestly give it a listen! So yeah thatâs it and I am finally back (never expected to make a comeback with a song by Joe keery lol)
âWhere did you even learn to cook?â I looked to my side to see you sitting on the counter, wrapped up in my hoodie with a Nutella jar in your hand.Â
âI noticed you always ate take out whenever I came over at yours so I decided to pick up on a new hobby during my free time.â I said with a shrug, not thinking much of it.Â
âYou really did that for me?â I smiled softly, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. âMartinâŚâ I placed the spoon down on the counter as I let you grab my hands so that I stood in front of you.Â
âWellâŚalso life.â You laughed softly at that. I couldnât help but admire the way the side of your eyes would always crinkle so beautifully whenever you smiled genuinely or the way your cheeks would puff up whenever I even said something remotely funny. âYouâre beautiful.â I said softly, my hands cradling your cheek as I pushed a stray hair strand behind your ear.Â
My touch was gentle, as if I was afraid that you would slip away if I pressed too much pressure on you.Â
âBut what if all of this was just a huge waste of time?â I let out a small scoff at your words.
I moved back to stand in front of the stove to stir the sauce I was making, âI wouldnât seem to mind that as well. At least youâd get to eat something made by me.â Saying that I brought the spoon in front of your mouth so that you could taste it.Â
âSome salt.â You replied while hopping off the counter to start preparing the salad. I nodded and added a pinch of salt.Â
âYou knowâŚI am really glad you knocked on my door that day.â I said after a beat of silence. âI mean you did just barge into my house before I could invite me but weirdly enough, I didnât care.â You stopped chopping when I said that and placed the knife down to pour the vegetables into the bowl.Â
âWhy? I meanâŚyou didnât know me.â I nodded my head, my hands busy with stirring the pasta on the pan.Â
âI felt a bit adventurous that day. If you turned out to be a serial killer then so be it.â I turned off the stove and stared at you.Â
I never said it out loud, but you were the reason who brought me life. With your restless knocks, the way you carried yourself as if your feet were always off the ground and head in the clouds but despite you always had a sense of surroundings and the people around you.Â
âYou still donât know if I am a serial killer or not. Might just kill you in your sleep one day.â I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard you say that.Â
I let out a small chuckle at your words and shook my head slightly, âIâd gladly die if thatâs by your hands.â I said that while nearly plating the pasta on a plate.Â
I watched as you placed the utensils on the table, âBabeâŚâ I called out as I placed my hand on your arm to pull you in front of me. âIf I ever take you for grantedâŚmake sure you remind me not to do that, yeah?â I said while placing my head on your forehead.Â
You simply nodded and placed a small kiss on my lips but before you could pull away, I placed my hands on the back of your forehead to deepen our kiss.Â
I'll pay my dues for the rest of my life if I ever took you for granted and thatâs something Iâd never do.Â
âMartin! Earth to Martin!â I blinked my eyes when I heard someone calling out my name.Â
Looking around, I found myself in the studio with James, âWhat were you thinking about?â I stared at Juhoon when he asked that, no particular thought inside my head except for you.Â
Back when you were still mine. Back when we were still together. âJustâŚnothing.â I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes to hopefully stop myself from thinking about you.Â
âUh wellâŚJuhoon and I were thinking about checking out that new pasta place which opened up recently. You wanna come?â I looked at James, shaking my head with no energy.Â
My body barked off loneliness, my body craved for you but I knew I didnât have you anymore. I mean, how could I when I was the one who fucked it all up?
I told myself to never take you for granted yet I did just that and now here I am, thinking back to the time when we used to cook in my kitchen.Â
When you used to accompany me to the recording studio just to watch me do my work but at this point all of it feels like itâs a big waste of time.Â
âI miss her.â I mumbled just before James left the studio to catch up with Juhoon who left a while ago.Â
He heaved out a sigh and sat on the vacant chair beside me, âWhy donât you just give her a call?â I shook my head at his words.Â
I was a coward who couldnât deal with that. I mean that was one of the reasons I broke things off only to suffer alone in the end.Â
âI donât deserve her.â James shook his head at my words and let out a small laugh in disbelief.Â
âWhy are you both so scared of commitment? Geez, just call her.â I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the computer screen to work on a new track. âYou know what, if you wonât then I will.â I whipped my head in James direction when he said that only to see him dialling your number.Â
I shot up from my seat to snatch my phone from him but I was too late. James gave me a victory smile and passed the phone to me with a pat on my shoulder as he turned around to leave.
My attention drifted back to my phone when I heard your voice, "Hello? Martin?â I opened my mouth to speak but stopped when you spoke again, âOpen the door.â My eyebrows creased in confusion at your words only to let out a small gasp when I heard faint knocking coming from the door to my studio.Â
I didnât waste any time to sprint towards the door to open it only to find you standing there, âWhat are youâŚâ I trailed off as you let yourself in.Â
âJuhoon helped me get inside the company.â You said with a small smile as you sat in my chair as if it belonged to you which I obviously didnât seem to mind. You looked better sitting there either way. âDo you know what Purgatory Silverstar means?â I looked at you in confusion when you asked that.Â
You werenât much of a person to go out of your way to research something. I shook my head and sat beside you, my hands naturally moving to grab your hands in mine.Â
âWell, neither did I until yesterday. It means waiting in an emotional limbo, guided by a hope that exists but isnât strong or clear enough to save you yet but I think mine is clear and strong enough now. I want to be with you for however long forever goes on.â I didnât waste any second to pull you in for a kiss with our hands still interlocked together.Â
âI want to be with you for however long forever exists.â I mumbled to which you giggled.Â
âWell good, cause you are now stuck with me.â I smiled happily at your words and pressed our foreheads together again.
