ali

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hi i’m ali ! ⋆˚꩜｡

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i’m currently writing for p1harmony’s intak, jiung, keeho and theo <3 i only write ot6 if it’s a reactions/headcanons post !

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PICTURE PERFECT 📸

PLOT! Calvin Klein has hired you, a popular model, and Keeho, a well-loved idol to do a campaign together. Only things start getting heated...

CONTENT! Keeho/Fem!Reader, Model!Reader, SMUT, pnv, unprotected sex (pls wrap b4 u tap...), switch!keeho, swearing, overall suggestive themes (its an underwear ad come on guys) slight enemies to lovers, jealous!reader, fingering, cigarette smoking, slight dry humping, switch!reader.

AUTHORS NOTE! heyyyyy first fic for kpop lowk nervy... everybody say ty ari chccnne for the request :) i got my first "hate" comment while writing this it made me cackle anyways i hope you enjoy this :)))

WORD COUNT! 5.4k

When you first got hired for this campaign, you figured it was going to be easy. Solo shots, couple videos, provocative poses, sole focus on you. You’ve done this before. Victoria’s Secret. Agent Provocature. This is like second nature to you. 

But then he walks in. 

You’ve seen him before. Spiky black hair, confident energy, concerts that had fans screaming. You would be an idiot if you didn’t know who Keeho is. But the question remains: What the fuck is he doing here?

Your manager must’ve heard your thoughts, because she comes up to you and starts talking. “It’s a joint campaign, Y/n. Did you not read the contract?”

You blink. “I read the contract.” Pause. “Just not thoroughly.”

His hair was already styled, pushed back in a way that screamed I’m sexy and I know it. His cheeks were painted with a slight flush. You steer your eyes away from his face and take the rest of him in. Shirtless. Lightly misted abs. CK boxers hung so low on his hips that it made your eyes roll. 

Whatever.

You were the star of this shoot. You were going to rack in the sales. Not this wannabe.

“Hey!” A voice drags you out of your studying and back into the present. It’s him. Standing in front of you with a stupid smile on his face like the world was made of kittens and rainbows and Peeps marshmallows. What a fucking fool. “Uh.. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Keeho!” 

He extends his hand, practically begging you to shake it. It’s a ruse, your mind tells you. He wants to reel you in, make you think the two of you are friends, and steal the spotlight from right under you.

You look at the hand, then back at him. His eyes never left yours. “Your English is perfect.” You comment. Your voice is flat, no emotion. 

He blinks at you. He wasn’t expecting that. Score. “I’m Canadian.” He responds.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” He smiles. Disgusting. You want to punch his face, but your manager would fire you. Or worse. Make you never do a campaign again. You shiver at the thought.

“It’s actually nice. You should visit.”

“I’d rather die. Thanks though!” You turn on your heel, heading towards the drink table, already eyeing the Cherry Float cola near the center back of the table. You crack the can open, remembering your manager's words from when you first started out in this industry, and grab a straw. No ruining the makeup or the outfit—well, lack thereof.

It hits you that you're trotting around in nothing but a CK thong and a triangle bra. It’s cold, but tolerable. The drink isn’t helping, but you’re thirsty.

“I like your tattoos.”

God, he’s like a puppy. Following you everywhere.

You turn towards him. “Which ones?”

He looks surprised that you asked. “The wings.”

“The tramp stamp?”

“I don’t believe in that term.”

“Of course you don’t”

He blinks at you. “Did I do something to you?”

You roll your eyes (for what might be the 27th time today, but you digress.) “No.” You reply honestly, though it may not seem like it. “I just don’t know you. I’m not buddy-buddy with people I don’t know.” You’re about to say something else, but a sharp whistle captures your attention. The director is calling you both over. “Showtime.” You mumble.

The two of you walk over, ready to hear what the director has to say. You ignore how Keeho’s eyes linger on you while you walk.

“Okay, we are going to start with Y/n.” The director says, pointing at you. You walk to the center in front of the camera, waiting for further instructions. “We are going to have a camera circle around you slowly, so just stay as still as possible.”

With his words, the camera starts to slowly turn, getting higher as it progresses. Feet, legs, ass, stomach, tits, neck, face. You make sure to keep a neutral expression, the dark makeup doing all the work for you. 

“Can you do some poses? Standing, sitting, doesn’t matter.” You nod, letting the career you’ve worked for since you were 18 take over. 

A bite of the lip, a swipe of the tongue over the teeth, a smirk. This is natural to you. You tussle your hair, flip it a tad, and then get down on the ground. Instead of sitting, you get on your hands and knees and lower your face to the ground, lifting your ass up in the air. Some people chuckle, but no one’s protesting. “Beautiful!” You hear your manager call out, earning some more laughs around the studio. Next you lay on your stomach, head propped up with your hands as you kick your feet.

The camera powers off, and the director ushers you off the platform, thanking you for your work so far. 

Next up is Keeho, this should be fun.

He does the same thing as you, standing as the camera twirls around him slowly. He ruffles his hair, winking at the camera. Then, a worker brings a simple plastic chair to the center, and he sits down, manspreading. He stares intensely into the camera lens, and beckons it to come closer with his hands.

You would never admit this out loud… but he’s actually doing good. He stretches, letting his abs be more prominent for the camera. You don’t look away. You watch. Eventually he catches your stare, raising an eyebrow for a fraction of a second, and then looking back at the camera.

You’re seething. He’s such an asshole. Who does he think he is? This is your industry, he should stick to his dumb pop songs that he doesn’t even write!

“Take 10!” The director calls out, getting out of his seat. “Next we are going to do the duo shots.”

Duo shots? Fuck no.

You decide to take a quick step outside for a smoke, needing a moment of relaxation. The box of Bohem Strawberry and the lighter with your initials on it calls out to you like a husband at war, and you snatch it from your purse before heading outside. It takes a second to light, but eventually it catches and it’s smooth sailing from there. 1. 2. 3 puffs and you're coughing, but it’s worth it. 

You’ve been smoking for a couple years, you know you don’t feel anything immediately after 3 puffs, but the placebo effect is working, and you’re not complaining.

It’s not an addiction, it’s something to take the edge off. Usually you would just slap a nicotine patch on if you didn’t want to smoke, but you're half naked and doing an ad that shows skin, so cigarettes it is.

“You shouldn’t be doing that.”

Fuck! You jump at the sound of his voice. How the fuck did he get here? You didn’t even hear the door open. Is he some sort of idol-ninja love child? You give him a glare that you can only hope will make him drop dead.

It doesn’t.

“Yeah? Well you shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m allowed to be outside—”

“I mean here, asshole. This studio. I don’t know why you’re pretending to be a model, but you aren’t one.”

“I’m not pretending to be shit, L/n. I got hired for this, they scouted me.”

“Well they scouted the wrong person. You’re not even that good.” You lie, taking another drag of the cigarette, this time longer. You don’t cough, congratulating yourself in your head.

Keeho scoffs. “Yeah? I’ll prove it to you.” His voice is lower now, more determined.

“Have fun with that.”

He walks back into the studio, leaving you alone in the spring weather. You should probably get back too, but not before you take another drag of this cigarette. Once that’s done, you flick it to the ground, and stomp it out.

When you walk back in, he’s already standing on the platform, talking to one of the workers on the set. After a quick (and well needed) eye roll, you walk over to the platform and join him, letting the crew know that the both of you are ready. You hear the camera beep, indicating it’s on and rolling.

“For this, we are going with a more sultry vibe,” says one of the CK representatives. 

The director nods along. “Keeho, would you mind getting on your knees?” You snort, diverting attention to you. You mumble a quick apology, not really meaning it. “I want you to hold her leg and look up at her—Yes. Just like that.”

You feel a hand brush against the front of your thigh. You hate how it makes you feel.

“Y/n. Can you look at him?”

You hold back another eye roll and look down at him. You would be a fool and a liar if you said you weren’t enjoying this. A handsome man on his knees, looking up at you with what can only be described as doe eyes, and a big hand on your thigh. 17 year old you would probably be screaming.

The director motions for Keeho to stand up, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. While waiting for instruction, he looks at you and swipes a piece of hair out of your face. 

You swat his hand away. “Don’t do that.”

“It’s called being nice.”

You want to call him so many names, but the director gives you more instructions. This time, Keeho is hugging you from behind, head on your neck, looking into the camera. You feel his chest press into your back, and you bite your tongue. You hear a couple cameras take individual photos, but you know the main camera is the video one.

“This is looking great! The final thing I’m having you guys do is a walking sequence.”

A crew member runs up and gives Keeho a tie.

“What am I doing with this?” He asks.

“First Y/n’s gonna tie it for you.” The director says.

You turn to look at him. “What would happen if I didn’t know how to tie a tie?” You ask, out of genuine curiosity. 

“I’d probably have you fiddle with the tie to make it look close enough.”

You nod, getting closer to Keeho and wrapping it around his neck. You cross the big side over the small one and wrap it under, bringing it back around and under the collar. You pull it through and put the big side tucked in to make the knot.

“Next I want you to grab his tie and drag him.”

You stifle a laugh, and look at Keeho. He was already looking at you, giving you a silent stare that said ready when you are. You grabbed the edge of his tie, turned on your heel, and started walking in a random direction. Obviously Keeho followed, given he had no choice in the matter. The director had you do that a couple times until he got the perfect shot.

“Perfect! I think we got what we needed! We’ll reach out in a week to show the final product and then air it the week after! You all are dismissed, thank you!”

You practically speed walk to your bag, putting a pair of Victoria Secret foldover leggings on above the CK thong you’re wearing. You’re about to put a hoodie on, but you check your phone to see if you got any texts or important emails.

“Wait, we can keep the clothes?” Keeho asks.

“Well considering the boxers touched your dick, they’re not gonna want it back.” You say, not sparing him a glance.

“Oh.” He says, and puts on a pair of lightwashed baggy jeans. 

You snag a look, and you can’t deny that you like the view. Undone jeans, boxers sticking out, the slicked back hair, the flushed face, the shirtlessness of it all. 

Maybe you’re just horny. 

You shake your head at the thought and pull up the Uber app, typing in the address to your hotel. “89k won?” You mumble. It’s only 60 American dollars, and you are a top model, but you understand that money is important, and you don’t want to spend an absurd amount on an Uber.

Keeho looks over your shoulder. “Why are you going to the SHILLA?” He asks.

You blink. “Because that’s my hotel.”

“Why do you have a hotel?”

“Because I don’t live here and it's a 5 hour train ride back.”

“Where do you live?” What is this man, the question police?

You give him a look. “Busan.”

He gives you a look back. “A train to Busan is not 5 hours.”

You roll your eyes. “Not all of us take high speed trains.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and you think that you finally shut him up for good, but God isn’t on your side. “I drove here.”

“Good for you?”

“I’m trying to say that I can drive you to your hotel.”

The offer stuns you, you weren’t expecting that. You shake your head and decline, simply out of respect. “No, it’s fine. I’ll pay for the uber.”

“Or you can stop being stubborn, get in my car—for free, might I add—and I’ll drive you to your hotel.”

The look on his face says he’s not budging on this. Stubborn bastard. You sigh and shake your head defeatedly, ignoring the annoying grin on his face when you do so. Fuck him and his do-good attitude.

The car ride is silent. He has a nice grey Lexus Hybrid with probably a million features yet he wont play some fucking music. It’s irritating you and you have no idea why. You don’t even hate silence. But for some reason you hate it in this car, with him, alone.

He glances towards the GPS. “So you’re staying at the SHILLA, huh?”

“It’s right there on the GPS if you forget.”

“Why are you staying at this fancy hotel if you didn’t want to pay for the uber?”

You sigh, you get asked this question a lot. Living in Busan and traveling the country for work can be difficult. Especially since most people expect a girl like you to be living in Seoul. “I’m not paying for the hotel. CK got me a room as a thanks for coming to Seoul for their campaign.” You pause for a brief moment. “And it’s not that I didn’t want to pay for the uber. I just like being cautious with my money.”

He nods. “Smart. A lot of people in our industries tend to blow through their money because they think it will come back. Sometimes it does. It usually doesn’t though.”

You slowly turn to look at him. That might’ve been the most accurate and deepest thing he’s said this entire day. “That hurt your brain cell, didn’t it?”

“Why do I only have one?”

“Take a guess.”

He tries to playfully swat at you, but he misses. It makes you smile.

Eventually the SHILLA nears, and a pit forms in your stomach. “I was given like a shit ton of PR from Calvin Klein, snacks or whatever.”

He nods. “Me too, they were really good.”

“I can’t eat them.” He gives you an odd look. “Model diet.” His mouth forms into an “O” shape and nods. “If you want… I can give them to you…”

The car comes to a stop in front of the hotel.

“Are you asking me to go to your room?”

“Do you want the fucking snacks or not?”

“Of course I want them!”

You both leave the Lexus, he hands the keys to the valet, and you both enter the hotel. The lobby is beautiful, asymmetrical but in a way that makes sense to those who look at it. Shades of white, brown, and black cover almost every surface. This was the peak of luxury.

“What floor are you on?” He asks as you both near the elevators.

“9th.” 

He presses the button and an elevator opens almost instantly. People pour out, and you step in, leaving the two of you alone. The ride is quick, and the doors open once more. You walk maybe 3 steps and reach your room. 901. With a quick tap of the keycard, the door is unlocked and you step inside. 

When you walk in, there’s a seating area with Smart TV decorated with various Calvin Klein products. Baggy jeans, tank tops, a long dress, and the underwear + bra sets. 

“Where’s the snacks?” Keeho asks, giving you a look. You know what that look means. It says you didn’t bring me up here for the snacks, did you?

You point to the corner of the seating area, where a basket full of snacks with the CK label on them sits. 

“Oh.”

You laugh. “I lied earlier.” You pause, not looking at him. “You’re a good model. You need work, and training, but you aren’t half bad…” The words trail out of your mouth when you realize he’s standing right in front of you, looking at you like you hold the sun in your hands. 

“Thank you.” He whispers. “You looked really good in the outfit earlier.” His face flushes.

“I don’t know if a bra and thong classify as an outfit. But thank you.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, drinking each other in. No angry stares, no smirks or winks or one sided challenges that the other didn’t know about. This was peaceful.

You’re not sure who leaned in first, but somehow you find your lips on his, and his hands in your hair. It’s gentle, soft, and careful in a way you weren’t expecting. You pull back, confused. “Why do you taste like Creme Brulee?”

He laughs. “It’s my lip balm.”

You pull him back into you, craving him (or was it the lip balm?) once more. His hands drift down to your sides, holding your hips like they’re a grand price he won. The feeling tingles, and you love it. You copy his previous actions and bring your hands to his hair, swirling the strands in between your fingers. He groans into your touch and the sound does things to you.

This isn’t gentle anymore. It’s getting desperate.

You slowly back up, leading towards the bed. Neatly made, of course. You mentally thank the cleaning crew before getting distracted by his kiss once more. He’s seemingly as desperate as you are, given that he sits on the bed and pulls you onto his lap, resuming the kiss as quickly as possible. 

“Fuck..” He mumbles, and the sound sends shocks all throughout your body. You slowly move on his lap, nothing crazy yet, simply readjusting yourself. But he treats it like you’re grinding on him with no remorse. “Jesus Christ…”

You decide that you would give anything to keep hearing the noises that come out of his mouth. The tips of your fingers find the buttons on his shirt and start undoing them, eager to see his bare chest once more. 1 button. 3 buttons. 6. You push the shirt past his shoulders, prompting him to shake it off him.

His arms wrap around you, grabbing your ass like a man starved. A moan escapes your lips, and you can feel him smile. “Wanna do that again for me?”

“Fuck you”

“You wanna?”

You don’t get a chance to answer, he’s dragging the hoodie up over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room. His lips find their way to your neck, kissing and sucking. He’s desperate. He’ll admit it. But he knows you are too. You’re squirming in his lap and tugging his hair in an act to keep composure. It’s not working and he’s loving it.

You drag a hand down his back, your nails sending shivers down his spine. He stops kissing and rests his head in your neck, holding back a whimper at your actions. “Mmm..”

“Mmm?” You tease.

“Shut up.”

“Says the man in my neck.” You drag your nails to his sides, down his abs, to his happy trail, and finally to the button on his jeans. “Off?” You ask. 

He nods. “Please.”

Who knew a simple word could get you so wet?

You undo the button, and lower the zipper. He can’t take his pants off yet, you’re still on his lap, but you drag your hand down above his bulge, pressing on it slightly. His words come out almost warbly: “I need you.”

A smile graces your face. “Do me then.”

It’s like a switch slips, because now you're on the bed and he’s above you, propped up with one arm and the other holding your chin, kissing you like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. He pulls away slowly, almost as if it pained him to do so. “Give me a second.” With that he disappears. You hear slight ruffling from the bathroom, and he comes back holding a towel. “Hand me that pillow.”

You lift your arm above your head, not bothering to look to find a pillow, just feeling for one. You grab one and throw it his way, watching him catch it with precision. He places the pillow on the bed, and drapes the towel over it. Without warning, he picks you up from under your legs and places you on the pillow. 

“Can I take these off?” He asks softly. You nod, unable to form words. He grabs the part of the leggings that fold over and drags them down painfully slow. Once it passes your underwear you can hear him shudder. He pulls them completely off, about to kiss you again, but you stop him.

You grab the edge of his jeans and give him a look. You don’t even have to say anything because Keeho’s shoving them off him so he’s only in his boxers. It’s only been 20 minutes since you last saw him like this, but damn did you miss the view.

He kneels down, eye level with your thong. He kisses the insides of your legs starting at your knees, slowly getting closer to where you want it. “So beautiful.” He mumbles in between kisses. “Wanted this since the second I saw you today.” He confesses. He’s on his knees, kissing you like a prayer. 

You bite your lip and place your hand under his chin, making him look up at you. “As much as I want this, I want you to fuck me more.”

He smiles. “I can make that work.” He places one last kiss on your clothed mound before pressing a finger to your clit. How he managed to find it that fast is beyond you, but you don’t care. Soft circles put you in a trance, moaning and grasping the towel, grasping anything in your reach. “Haven’t even taken these off, and look at you.”

“Then take them off.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He hooks a finger through the thong and drags them down your things, leaving them pooling at your ankles. His middle finger finds your clit again, rubbing those same slow circles. It’s agony but you’re not complaining. 

Desperate whines leave your mouth, yet no words are there. He seems to understand you fine, speeding up a tad that has you tilting your head even farther back. “Please.” You whisper, not even sure what you're asking for. You hear a chuckle before you feel a finger teasing at your entrance, leaving you gasping at nothing. 

“So wet…” He mumbles, slowly pushing a finger into you. The feeling has you closing your eyes and biting your lip. He drags it in and out with a cruelly slow pace as his other finger works your clit. “So good for me.” He presses another finger into your entrance, and you squeeze around him. “Don’t act like you can’t handle it.” He says, and you can feel his eyes on your face, calculating what makes you feel the best.

You open your eyes and look at him. He’s staring at where your pussy devours his fingers with awe. You spot a wet spot on his boxers and feel proud. He pumps you faster, and you let out a high pitched moan. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“I want you?”

“You already have my fingers.” He comments, feigning innocence as he keeps up his pace.

You sit up, trailing a finger on his boxers. “I want this.”

Keeho purses his lips, closing his eyes and throws his head back. His cock twitches at your gentle touch, and his fingers stop moving. You mourn the feeling, but you’re about to get something better.

You grab his boxers and slowly drag them down. His cock springs out, tip leaking with precum already. Your hand drags down his chest and to his cock, grabbing it softly. He whines, music to your ears. You gently jerk him off, a couple times. “I think you want this too.” You comment, and he nods. With your other hand, you grab his shoulder and lean back onto the bed, bringing him with you. 

He’s towering over you once more, but this time he’s desperate. Mouthing the word please to nobody in particular. You’re sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, that’s how much he wants this. You wrap a leg around him, pulling him closer. His cock brushes against your clit, leaving you both moaning.

“I—I don’t have condoms.” He says, looking at you more clearly than he has the entire time.

“I’m on birth control.” You counter.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You respond by hooking another leg around him, looking dead into his eyes as you do so. He nods, seemingly as ready as you are. He lines himself up, dragging the tip up and down the entrance, teasing the both of you for no reason. With a slight push, the tip slowly goes in, and he groans. You’re biting your lip, bracing for any pain or stretch that might come.

“Fuck, you’re warm.” He mutters, slowly pushing more in. You take a second to admire him. You can tell he shaves, but that he prefers a bit of hair instead of clean shaven. Without warning, he grabs your chin and kisses you harshly. Your hands find his hair, tugging him closer. You revel in the whimper that comes from his throat. He pushes a little more and then he’s fully in. “Holy fuck.”

You both sit there for a second, letting the two of you adjust. He gives you a look, a silent question of are you ready and you nod. 

A slow pull out, followed by a fast push in. You bite your lip, but that doesn’t help you. He starts to pick up his pace. In. Out. In. Out. It’s ruthless and cruel but god does it feel good. You tighten your legs around him, bringing him closer and he groans in your ear.

“You feel so good.” You barely register his words as he keeps fucking you. The bed creaks, and you think about neighbors for a brief second, but he slams into you again and suddenly your brain is empty. It’s just him. It’s all Keeho.

You let out a couple whines and moans, but no real words.

That doesn’t matter to him, he keeps fucking you like it’s his personal mission. He’s absolutely ruining you, and yet it feels so good. Your mouth is open, but nothing is coming out.

Is it possible he fucked the sound out of you?

His pace doesn’t let up, and you don’t want him to. You’re so close. You can feel it growing, that cord getting ready to snap.

“I know.” He says. “Me too.” You don’t question how he knows, but it doesn’t matter. The shift is subtle, but you feel it immediately.

His pace falters, not stopping, just changing. Less intentional, more frantic. His movements aren’t measured anymore, yet he’s still paying attention to every reaction you give him. It's almost as if this isn’t about him, it's about you.

“Keeho…” His name comes out breathless, barely there.

“Yeah?” He murmurs, voice rough, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He looks different like this, the teasing side of him gone. 

Your fingers tighten in his hair again. Not to pull, but to keep him close. “Don’t stop.”

He whimpers at your touch. “Wasn’t planning to.”

His hand slides down your side, anchoring at your hip, keeping you right where he wants you. The other presses into the mattress beside your head, caging you in without even trying. You can feel how tense he is, and it only makes everything feel sharper.

“Look at me.” He says, quieter now. There’s something in his voice that makes it impossible to ignore.

You look at him.

And that might’ve been a mistake, because the second your eyes lock with his, his expression shifts once more, something wrecked flashing across his face before he swallows it down. “Yeah.” he breathes, more to himself than to you. “There you go.”

Your nails drag down his back again, slower this time, and the reaction it pulls from him is immediate—his head dipping toward your shoulder, a broken exhale slipping out like he couldn’t stop it even if he tried.

“Don’t…” He starts, then cuts himself off with a quiet shake of his head, like he already knows you won’t listen.

You don’t. Instead you tilt your head, your lips brushing near his ear as you murmur “Make me.”

That does it.

His grip tightens, just slightly, and he pulls back enough to look at you again. To really look at you this time. There’s a warning in his expression, but it’s mixed with something else. Something dangerously close to giving in.

Your response to his expression is a small, breathless smile. And it’s all it takes for him to lose whatever restraint he had left. The rhythm shifts again—stronger, deeper, no control at all—and your breath catches, your back arching instinctively as you cling to him.

“Come on baby, let go for me.”

It only takes a couple more thrusts for you to comply with his request. You let out a strangled cry as he fucks you through your orgasm, not letting up his pace. You cum so hard that you can’t see for a second. Maybe it was the cigarette you smoked earlier, or the fact that this might be the best sex you’ve ever had.

He keeps thrusting in and out of you, biting his lip. You see a tear slowly fall down his face. “Please, please, please, please.” He repeats, like a mantra for your ears only. 

Still sensitive from your own orgasm, you grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. Harsh, mean, demanding kiss. The moan he lets out is pornographic, and his pace pauses, slower now.

He pulls away from the kiss, panting, head resting in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, Y/n.”

“I take it you came?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“Just give me a minute.” He says, not even asking. He holds you in place, still in you, still recovering from his orgasm. “I’ll clean you up in a second, I swear.”

“Take your time.”

“Dude this one is hilarious. I want to lick Keeho’s abs until they’re sparkling. Can you believe that?” You ask, looking at the shirtless man in your bed. He’s on his side, looking at you through his wet hair, admiring you.

“No way, gimme that.” He says, snatching the phone from your hands. He reads it for a second, and smiles. “I guess they loved the ad.”

It had been two weeks since the shoot, and the ad came out maybe 3 hours ago. Keeho had taken a train to Busan to celebrate with you, but it quickly ended with his head between your thighs for as long as you would allow him. 

“Can’t blame them. I look amazing.”

“Fuck you, I look better.” He argues.

“I’m the model in this relationship!”

“Yes we’ve been over this, my girlfriend is a super hot model who I’m obsessed with.”

You roll your eyes, shoving him slightly. It doesn’t move him, and you don’t care. You’re happy like this, laying in your bed with purple sheets and a man who treats you like an angel next to you. 

Thank god for Calvin Klein.

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is ur user boptak because you their song bop because i really like that song

yes it isss🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ it’s bop + intak = boptak 💟

love thatttt, bop has been one of my favorite piwon songs ever since it dropped, it’s peak

[boptak]

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[boptak]

p1harmony scenarios: doing it at the gym

content: ot6, fem reader x piwon, smut, MDNI, gym!sex, semi public sex/public sex, non!idol piwon, boxer!jiung, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), established and non established relationships, mirror sex, oral f and m receiving, somewhat pervy lolol !

⋆˚꩜｡ an: this was single-handedly inspired by the first keeho picture so his section (and tak’s) might be a little longer (i must say they’re all kinda long tho i’m sorry i have absolutely no regrets, this was fun fun).

KEEHO ┊2.4k words (lmaoo)

you and keeho had been eyeing each other since last year, when you started going to your apartment building’s gym. you hadn’t seen him much around before since you had recently moved in, you only knew his name thanks to your doorman, who got along very well with you and told you he was single too, so running into him every week at the same spot was somewhat exciting. it was mostly always only the two of you aside from a few neighbours that would join once in a while, it was kinda small, so there weren’t too many machines either, you both were the only ones who stayed late too, if it wasn’t you who turned the lights off and left lastly, it was him, so you were used to each other’s company until late, but even so, conversation between you had always been very little, since you didn’t really talk to each other aside from “hi” and “bye”.

but the eyes said more than any words could.

since the moment you two saw each other enter the gym, your eyes would drift back to one another. casting glances at each other very discreetly, when the other was drinking water or through the mirror when the other was doing reps and not paying attention.

he always caught your attention, even more when he did bench presses, gifting your ears the constant noise of him grunting with each rep or when he did chest presses and would pant and squint his face as he did them. he wasn’t one of those annoying gym bros who forced it out, they were just natural noises, that you thoroughly enjoyed if you were being honest. most of the times you’d stare dumbingly at him and snap out of your trance when you noticed you were staring, trying not to seem like a perv.

keeho also enjoyed looking at you, losing it each time he entered the gym and saw you bent over doing leg curls, getting a straight up view of your tight ass in leggings that would hug it perfectly, he chastised himself for thirsting over you, trying his best not to stare like a pervert, but it was impossible. each time he saw you in one of those cute little matching sets with a tight sports bra he’d get a semi, as if he was a horny teenager all over again. and when you lowered yourself to lift dumbells and gifted him the sight of your breasts through the mirror he’d have to force himself to look somewhere else, nearly going crazy each time he casted a glance at your damp skin through the mirror.

it was tuesday, one of the days you worked out, and when you went up and got out of the elevator, he was already there. before you could enter, you catched a glimpse of keeho through the glass door, lifting his compression shirt up to clean the sweat from around his mouth, your eyes automatically went to his stomach, finding his toned abs and tan skin all damp with sweat.

he looked up and catched you staring through the mirror, eyebrows raising, as if he didn’t expect to see you there “oh hi” he said, looking over his shoulder, smirking at the instant heat that travelled to your cheeks, making you blush in embarrasement as you opened the door “hi” you answered shyly, making your way to the treadmill, leaving your bag and water bottle in a bench right next to it as he got back to doing his reps.

you searched through your bag looking for your headphones, that you literally brought to avoid distracting yourself with him and his noises, unsuccessfully, you hop on the treadmill, tightening your ponytail as you started, slowly picking up on the speed.

both of you were facing the mirror, him, lifting dumbells, as he listened to music, and you, running, trying your best not to look at him and the way his arms muscles flexed with every single rep, and the way the big ass vein going through his arm would pop as his plumped red sweaty arms would raise the dumbell, his big puffy lips damped with sweat would grow white as he bit tightly on it and his nose scrunched each time he’d raise his elbow, and the way his dick would show in his sweatpants- too lost in your own thoughts you trip over your shoe laces that somehow you didn’t realize were undone and fall with a loud thump on your butt outside the treadmill —thank god.

“shit” you hiss out in pain. he quickly comes to where you are “are you okay!?” he crunches down next to you “where does it hurt? don’t move too much”

“my wrists… and my butt, shit” you say absent-mindedly and he chuckles at your honest response, you look up at him “oh sorry” you chuckle back.

“wait i’ll bring you some ice” he makes his way to the back and comes back with a bag of ice from the mini freezer. “for your wrists” he says as he extends it in your direction.

“you’d think after three months of living here and coming to the gym every week i’d know better than to run on the treadmill with my laces undone but, i guess not” you say as you put the ice on your wrists.

he chuckles again and smiles “it happens, sometimes we’re just… a bit distracted” holding eye contact briefly, he looks away “what’s your name? i think i’ve seen you every week for a while now and have no idea”

“i’m y/n” you say and extend your hand in greeting, which he accepts and shakes it firmly “i moved here three months ago, in december”

“keeho, nice to meet you” he says “yeah i didn’t see you here before, which floor?”

“6th, apartment b” you say.

“oh, same as me” he sounds shocked, internally chastising himself for not seeing you around sooner “mine’s apartment c” he keeps holding eye contact.

“oh really?” you ask as if you didn’t know already. holding his piercing gaze, you break it trying to stand up. “wait let me help you” he says and places one of his hands in your lower back and then holds your waist for support.

managing to stand up, you end up very close to each other, his neck in front of your face, as he looked down at you, both of your breaths hitched, as if none of you dare to move or breathe in risk of breaking the moment. his chest raising up as trails of sweat dripped from his neck. still not letting go of your waist.

“how come you never seen me around before?” you ask lowly, playing it cool, swallowing hard. your lips catching his attention as you speak. one of his hands trails up slowly to your chin, lifting it up. his thumb tracing your cheek, giving you goosebumps. you stay still as he looks at your lips, your chest and back into your eyes before speaking.

“i have” he admits, “every day since you started coming to the gym” you lift your eyebrows in surprise at his sudden confession, since you always thought the pining was was just one sided. his thumb graces your lower lip and pushes it down briefly, watching the motion of it as it raises up and then looks into your eyes again, “it’s impossible not to… when you look this good” his left hand -that was still holding your waist- presses into your skin, earning out a low groan from you.

you take that as an opening and lower your gaze to his sweatpants, his semi already poking through them, you look back at him innocently as he watches you carefully with heated eyes, assessing each one of your movements, you find the waistband of his boxers that peered from his sweats and start toying with it, snapping the fabric back to his lower abdomen and tracing his skin with your nails. he throws his head back and swallows, gifting you another one of his grunts.

“that drives me crazy y’know?” you say, getting close to the hem of his earlobe, every single hair of his goes rigid with goosebumps at your proximity, “what?” he asks as his hands find your lower back again, pressing you more into him. you lower your hand down to his crotch and palm his dick through his sweatpants, automatically gaining a loud grunt from him, “that” you say. he finds your eyes quickly, surprised at your bold move. “those stupid little grunts you let out distract me”

“this, distracts me” he says and squeezes your butt harshly with both hands, making you fall against his chest, earning out a loud whimper from your lips “fuck it” he says and swiftly picks you up, locking your legs around his waist, crashing his lips onto yours, placing you down on a mat on the floor, grinding his crotch into you over your clothed pussy, “shitt” you moan in between kisses, your hands pulling at his hair.

he wastes no time and starts fiddling with the waistband of your tight legging shorts, pushing them down at once, leaving you bare “shit, no panties?” he asks looking down at you, panting for air as he lets go of your lips, you simply lift your shoulders innocently, bringing his face back to yours to kiss him desperately again, “you dirty girl” he says, out of breath. his hand dips down to gather your already leaking arousal and he starts playing with your pussy, pressing his finger to your entrance and massaging your clit, making you gasp. he presses one finger in, and adds another one, curling it with expertise inside you, pressing it just right, while still paying attention to your clit, he pulls away from your lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your breasts to your lower abdomen, and finds your pussy with his mouth, licking and pressing your clit with his tongue while pushing his fingers inside you, turning you into a moaning mess as you push his head further into you, him drunkenly smiling against your pussy, as he licks you all over, drenching himself in your arousal.

the familiar knot in your stomach grows tighter and you start drifting to the edge, just about to come. his pace falters and stops just before your release, leaving you panting for more “not so fast pretty” he cleans the side of his mouth and licks his own fingers clean of you. “i’m still not done with you” he gets closer again and captures your lips as he rubs himself all over your dripping entrance.

“take off your clothes, i’ve been dying to see you” you mutter out desperately at his still very much clothed state. he groans in your lips in response.

“it seems you got a pretty nice view today didn’t you?” he teases.

“that wasn’t nearly enough” you say and reach for the hem of his shirt, forcing him to take it off, as to which he delightfully complies. you get a good look at him as he finishes taking it off, nearly drooling at the sight of his toned chest and abs, “gosh you’re even more ripped than i imagined” he laughs at you having no filter, and you pull him back to your lips, your hands wasting no time in feeling his chest all over, toying with the waistband of his sweats and boxers, “as much as i’m loving having you like this” you pant for air, grabbing his erection “i want your dick inside me, you still owe me an orgasm” you could swear his eyes grow more heated at your bold request and he hungrily kisses you one last time before he separates himself to lower his sweats and boxers at once. you rest your weight on your elbows, admiring the gorgeous man in front of you.

fuck he was big big, angry red tip already leaking, with a big plumped vein going straight through the middle of it, he gives it a few strokes and your hand reaches for it, his head falling back at your touch. “next time we do this…” you start, making him look at you as you keep stroking his cock “i’m sucking it dry” you say and he nearly dies at your comment “right now i need you inside me too much”

“so needy” his hands grab your thighs and pushes them to your chest, allowing him a better view of your cunt “so pretty too, all wet and begging for my cock, if i knew you wanted me this much…” he lines himself over your entrance and trails his cock all over your folds making you whimper “i would’ve fucked you months ago” —shit, he hisses as you scratch his thighs with your nails. and starts pushing himself in.

the angle allowing him a swift entrance, you tilt your head and arch your back, as he continues to push in and bottoms out, breathlessly. “too good, pussy too good” he pants, gripping your thighs harder, leaving a kiss on both sides as he starts to ram into you shamelessly.

“shit, i feel so full” you gasp, as his pace falters and slams into you harder, “keeho! fuck!” you moan out his name.

“that’s it let the whole building know who’s fucking you like this” his fingers dig into your thighs and you can only moan and hiss at the pleasure. “doing so good for me”

“shit shit shit” you bite your lips desperately trying not to scream like crazy, overwhelmed by his pace and his big dick slamming into you. he notices you’re about to cum and he licks his fingers before placing them on your clit, drawing fast paced circles on it. “oh my god” you say.

“let go, come for me” he commands and you do as he says, “ahh- keeho, fuck” you moan out, breathless, chest going up and down fast. he comes right after you, pulling out just in time, pained groan leaving his throat as he steadies his breathing.

he looks up and finds your lips again, smiling drunkenly before giving you a sloppy kiss. throwing himself next to you on the mat. “you’re crazy, you know that?” you break the silence and he chuckles. “and you’re freaky as hell, whole time i thought i was the pervert for ogling at you these past three months”

“trust me, it was mutual” you say and then roll on top of his chest kissing his big puffy lips again. “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up” he says and grips your butt one last time before locking your legs on his hips, taking you to the bathroom.

THEO ┊1k words

away on vacation, you insisted on going to the gym to workout, not wanting to get used to not doing anything for two weeks, but of course, your boyfriend had absolutely no intention other than most definitely slacking off for the next two weeks. so when you asked him to go to the gym with you he had absolutely refused.

“babe there’s no way i’m gonna run on a a treadmill during my vacation, you’re insane” he said slumping back on the suite’s couch.

that’s when an idea came to mind. “i know!” you said overly enthusiastic about it, causing him to jerk back in surprise due to your excitement “how are you so excited about going to the gym” he said laughing to himself “ahh seriously, i don’t underst-“

you got close to him and sat on his lap, putting a hand on his mouth to shut him up. “you can go to the sauna!” you proposed, his eyebrows raised, not looking too disgusted at the idea. “that way you can keep me company somehow and i’ll go and join you after i’m done with my reps”

he pushed your hand out of his mouth to talk, giving you one of his signature bratty looks “that doesn’t sound too bad, i actually like saunas, i’m in”

the next day, after walking around the city, you dragged theo to the gym so you could get your nightly workout in for once. you signaled for where the sauna room was and he gave you a kiss on the cheek “have fun, you little weirdo” he said squeezing your waist before letting go of you “come find me later, yeah?”

“i will!” you happily answered. you loved having him close at all times, being clingy like that was your favorite thing, especially when he was so busy all year. you honestly didn’t care about working out alone, but you just wanted to be close to him at all times, squeezing every second out of your vacation together to be with him, even if it's just a room away.

after you’re done, there’s not that many people left in the gym, you grab a towel and go to the bathroom for a quick shower before hitting the sauna.

you opened the door and find theo resting his head against one of the steps behind him, towel wrapped around his waist, full upper -glistening with sweat- body out.

he hears you close the door and raises his head at you “baby” he coos, smiling softly at your entrance, adjusting his sight on you, he seemed tired, sleepy eyes, and red cheeks from the heat, —he looked edible when sleepy.

“did i keep you waiting too long?” you ask slowly approaching him, settling in front of him between his legs, as he kneads your thighs softly.

he shakes his head “come here” he says and makes you settle on his lap, straightening his back to kiss your exposed neck and chest. massaging your thighs, one hand slowly trailing up to find your unclothed pussy.

“taeyang” you say tangling your fingers through his hair, pushing his face back “we can’t, somebody can come in at any moment”

that only makes him smile, your warning only adding fuel to his heated eyes, turning him on even more “then we better make it fast” he doesn’t waste any more time and undoes the knot of the towel you were wearing to cover yourself. automatically drifting into your breasts, kissing your nipples and massaging them as you thread your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes shut due to the overwhelming pleasure.

he finds your pussy with his fingers, already leaking with your arousal, “so wet for me” he says in between kisses, stimulating your clit as he continues kissing you. you move back a little to be able to discard his towel covering his crotch and find his dick painfully erect, which makes you chuckle. you lower your face to his temple to kiss him as you grab his dick and drag it up and down your slit, coating it with your arousal making the both of you whimper out in surprise at the warm feeling, theo bucks his hips up, desperately looking for some friction.

he rests his arms on the step behind him and sits back, adjusting himself to get a better look, his tone of voice almost daring when he commands—“ride me”

with that, you grab his dick, giving it a few strokes as you watch his chest react to your touch, and lower yourself down on him at once, making him hiss at the way your walls were hugging him “you wanted to make it quick didn’t you?” you tease back, resting both of your hands on his knees, you lean your head back, giving him a better view of your breasts and torso, as you move with him, alternating the motion of your hips forward and backward, and in circles, chasing your high. He doesn't touch you, he just watches your movements as his chest rises and falls rapidly with his ragged breathing, biting his lip to try and muffle his sounds, just like you.

you turn to look at him, all fucked out, squinting his eyes and biting his lip, red cheeks, sweat dripping all over his chest and abdomen, you hang onto his shoulders for better support, and he kisses both of your wrists, caressing your forearm slowly. “look so pretty like this” he says and trails his hands to your waist as he notices your movements starting to falter, “you ride me so well princess” he then bucks his hips up into you, taking the lead, you lean into him and hide your face on the crook of his neck, leaving wet kisses and biting his skin trying to muffle the noises wanting to leave your mouth due to him bucking into you.

“i’m close” you mutter out, finding his eyes. he places a hand on your cheek and kisses you gently “cum with me” he whispers in front of your lips as he slams back in one last time, reaching both of your highs, biting your lip as hard as possible to muffle your sounds “shit, ahh” he says, and leans into a deep slow kiss, “i love you, you freak” you say, making him laugh.

JIUNG ┊boxer jiung ooh yeah (0.9k words)

jiung was supposed to be back from training one hour ago and he wasn’t answering calls or messages. you were starting to get a little worried so you decided to go to the gym to see if he was still there or if anything had happened. 

once you arrive, lights are out as if there was nobody there, but you find the back door still open. 

“jiung?” you ask as you enter past the training room and open the door to where the ring was at, your boyfriend’s favorite place these days. 

there was no sight of him around the ring, but you saw lights coming from near the locker rooms. and as you enter, you see his bag on the floor at the side of the benches. “jiung, are you there?” 

“babe?” you hear as he appears from the showers, gifting you a confused coy smile, “what are you doing here?” he reaches for your waist and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

“it’s 11:30pm ji” you say and he raises his brows in surprise about how late it was, “you were supposed to be home an hour ago, and you weren’t answering” you say as you lift and shake your phone to let him know you’d been calling him. “i was worried”

“shit, i’m so sorry, there’s no excuse i should’ve checked my phone” he apologizes and goes in for a hug. 

“it’s okay i’m not mad, i was just worried” you say, massaging his exposed back. getting a better look at him, you get to see a big bruise on the side of his ribs, you trace it with your fingers and he hisses a little uncomfortably, “big bruise, that one’s new” 

“yeah, i took a pretty good beating on today’s training” he says and gives you downturned smile, clearly disappointed at his performance for the day “that’s actually why i stayed late today” he continues as he drops himself on the nearest bench, you follow. “i sucked today, i took every blow, and i wasn’t able to coordinate my hands with my head, i don’t know what the hell happened” elbows on his knees, he drops his head on his palms, sighing “i was just about to shower, i’m just so stressed and disappointed at myself, i stayed late to continue practicing”, “i didn’t realize how late it was” 

you knead your hand through his hair, easing him out. “it’s okay... we all have one of those days, don’t be too hard on yourself”

"that's the thing, i don't get to have one of those days anymore, not at this stage when there's only two weeks left for the competition" he sighs, rubbing his face as he rests his head back on the wall, caressing your leg softly. "i'm just so stressed" 

"i know what might make you feel better" you say, barely whispering, getting his attention, he raises his brow at you and says "yeah?-" you nod, wetting your lips "-show me"

you start palmimg him through his shorts and he grunts at your touch, clearly very sensitive. he gets hard, quickly. you pull his shorts and boxers down at once, and you spit on your hand before touching his cock, he whimpers when you do, “shit, baby”

tongue out, you welcome him in your mouth as you keep stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth with both hands, watching him squirm in pleasure underneath your touch. “shit, i’m so pent up i might not last- ahhh- too long”

he extends his hands and grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your movements up and down his cock just the way he liked it. tears daring to fall out from your eyes as you look at him as he continues to push your head onto him, he lets go once you’re on the verge of choking, just in time. you smile wickedly, loving the way he claimed your mouth as his and moved you just how he liked it.

you take the moment to cup his balls, making him grunt in surprise, “fuck-“, you give more attention to the tip, where you knew he was very sensitive, drifting him towards the edge of his climax, “i’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” he asks, hissing.

you don’t use words to reply, just find a way to lower your head even more against him, gagging all over it, forcing him to let go inside of your mouth, as he breathes heavily, “shit, fuck” he moans, fixing your hair out of your face as he struggles to gain composure again, watching you swallow all of his cum, licking your lips dry, with a drunken smile on your lips. “you’re too good, too good”

“feel better yet?” you ask playfully and he winces, overcoming his high, drunkenly smiling, all fucked out “very much”

INTAK ┊personal trainer!tak (2.1k words lolol)

intak was the owner of the gym you went to, he was always at the front desk or sometimes subbing in as a personal trainer, which is what he started as. it was what he enjoyed the most so whenever he had the time he would assist anyone who needed it for free, and sometimes do his workouts too when the gym was less busy.

you had a painful crush on him since the very moment you started going to his gym, always greeting him at the entrance with a polite but flirty smile –you didn’t hide it, you liked him and weren’t embarrassed about it. he would always return the same treatment with warn smiles and kind eyes, but he also played along to your game, both of you always keeping a respectful distance, limiting the flirting to looks and checking each other out in silence.

the first time he spotted you, you were doing leg presses, and were struggling to push the press back up since you may have gone a little overboard with the weight.

“shit” you puffed out air, squinting your eyes as you tried your best to push it back up with your feet but you were too tired to do it, thankfully he got there on time “woahh, easy” he said, catching the press and pulling it up, locking it in place. you sighed with relief as you weren’t fighting the weight anymore “you good?” he asked, checking on you and that’s when you realized who it was.

“yeah” your ragged breathing preventing you from speaking as he watched you closely, “i’m good, thank you”

“go easy on the weights here, it’s more difficult than the hip thrusts” he said as he laid a hand on your shoulder, his stupid muscly arm right in front of your face. you nodded at him and he gave you a wink before getting back to what he was doing “just call me… if you need uh- assistance”

each week that passed, you’d grow more comfortable around him, as he came in and instructed you or corrected your form from time to time, or sometimes you even worked out next to each other, late at night. casting glances at each other through the mirror, and looking away the moment the other realized. your attraction was evident, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking him out, his muscles, his grunts, the way he’d help everyone around with a warm smile and greeted you each day more confidently “hey” he’d say as you entered the gym, tracing your movements as you walked past the entrance in one of those little matching sets that fitted every curve of your body perfectly and drove him crazy, “hey intak”.

one day, you were trying to do band-assisted pulls up at the bar, but you were struggling to set up the band and climb onto it, and of course, as he was watching you, he came over to help.

“need help with that?” he asked, clearing his throat. you moved your headphones out of your ears and smile at him, “you know i think i do, i just can’t get my foot right on the band”

“here, let me help you” he said as he placed himself behind you, looking at you through the mirror “can i?” he said signaling to your waist before touching you “yeah yeah” you said, and he grabbed them, a shiver going through your spine as he touched you “jump” he commanded and you followed. he helped you hold onto the bar and moved in front of you to grab the band, and stretched it until it was under your foot. looking into your eyes, he asked “feels good, steady?” you heart skipped a beat right there, swallowing hard before snapping back into attention rather than your own dirty thoughts, you nodded at him, faster than you wanted trying to seem as normal as possible due to his close proximity.

he went behind you again and signaled for you to start moving, “that’s right, keep your core tight” he pressed one of his hands on your abs and you tightened your core under his touch as a reflex “good, now go slow, up” he said, standing way too close you could feel him breathing behind you, as he looked and palmed your exposed back, “and down” you turned to look at him, cheeks flushed, as he held your waist tightly to prevent you from swinging on the bar.

“do you always stand this close with all your clients?” you teased, holding eye contact.

he smirked, tongue tracing his cheek from the inside, looking sideways as he thought about what to say. he looked back at you and wetted his lips, and you took the chance to trace them quickly with your eyes, puffy round red lips which you wished you could bite and kiss stupid.

he gifted you a cocky smile, sarcastically chuckling at himself due to your comment “i’m not moving until you finish your reps, go” he instructed and you followed. he moved closer to your ear and whispered, “besides, this is strictly professional”

that night you went home and took matters into your own hands with your favorite vibrator, too pent up to think straight, relieving yourself, thinking of intak the whole time.

later that week, it was late at night, and since you had gotten off work later due to an extended meeting, you went to the gym later than usual.

you didn’t see him at the front desk when you entered, a little disappointed at that, you still went to the machines to start working out. it was leg and glutes day, your favorite exercises by far. the gym was kind of empty, only a few people finishing up their routines and some leaving the locker rooms with their bags in hand.

after warming up, you saw him come in the machine room, smiling at you once he saw you “oh, you came” he said “i thought you were going to bail today”

and miss the chance to see you? you thought to yourself. “never” you simply replied, as he settled right next to you to start lifting.

looking at the machine before you, you took your chance “hey” you said catching his attention, “can you spot me?” you asked innocently.

“yeah of course” he said, no doubt on his tone.

he helped you put the plates on the bar and settled behind you, you stepped back -a little too close- but he didn’t move, not faced by your proximity, but you were looking to change that.

“i’ve got you, don’t rush” he says as you start. you could feel how close he was, his crotch almost brushing up against your ass as he paid close attention to your squat. before moving back up, you took a little longer than necessary to get back up, slightly leaning back against him, he clears his throat as he feels you almost brushing up against his front “shit sorry, am i too close?” you ask, pouting, playing innocent.

“you’re good. again-” he instructs, not laughing, placing his hands near your hips, “you’re sure you’re ready for that?” you ask, sinking lower against him, boldly teasing him now.

“stop playing around” he says, much more serious than before, but still not backing down, he guides your movements back up and you groan, sighing as you lift yourself back up. causing him to adjust himself in his pants when you weren’t looking.

“again, straight down, keep your chest up” he commands, and you do as he says, sinking back on him completely rubbing your ass against him. “you’re testing me, y/n” he gives you a pointed look through the mirror.

“yeah, i am, are you gonna do something about it?” you dare him and he snaps, pulling the bar up from your shoulders and settling it on the floor. turning yourself against him, flushing you close against his chest. wasting no time in devouring your mouth, pushing your back against the nearest mirror, kissing you like he’d been holding back for far too long, urgent, breathless. “tell me, intak-“ you start in between kisses, out of breath as he stops to look at you, foreheads against each other “is this also strictly professional?” you say and extend your hand to palm his very hard cock through his sweats, with a devilish look on your face.

“turn around” he commands “i’m done with you testing my patience” he flips you around and you hold on to the bar on the mirror, as he bends you over, kissing your bare back your tiny sports bra barely even covered, as his hands roam around your whole body, making you rub your ass against his front “you’re going to take it, right here” he gives your ass a hard smack that has you whimpering “-like the slut you are”

he pushes your shorts down and finds your wet mess of a cunt, “you’re dripping for me, teasing me has you like this huh?” he says, giving you another hard smack, making your face flush in front of the mirror. he moves your panties to the side and enters you with one of his fingers, curling it inside you, before adding a second one, toying with you and the lewd noises coming from your mouth “this is what you wanted huh?” his other hand finds your clit and he starts circling it, making you moan his name out loud “intak!”

he pushes his sweats and boxers down, and starts stroking himself with his arousal coated hand, placing himself in front of your entrance, you squirm as you feel him go up and down your slit, you turn around your shoulder to look at him “wait” you say, and he stops, looking into your eyes. “let me see you” you nod at his shirt and he takes it off immediately and you smile, gifting you the sight of his toned abdomen and chest, he grabs your chin and pulls you up, back to his chest, kissing you stupid, your hand reaches for his cock and he lets you touch him, as he keeps your waist steady with his left hand, grunting into your mouth as he kissed you.

“you’re too big” you say, getting a better look at him and he smirks, “fuck me now please” he groans at you and desperately kisses your neck and back, leaving a trail of wet stamps on your skin, biting it making you squirm and moan in pleasure. “you dirty slut, you will take every inch” he says, positioning himself in front of you.

you hold onto the bar, and feel him enter your cunt, the stretch being too much you squint your eyes shut, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as he sinks in “i know baby, i know” he says, as he rubs your back softly, “you’re gripping me so hard” he bottoms out and you hiss, “you’re good?”

“yes intak, just fuck me-“ you gulp, “hard” he almost goes crazy at that and automatically starts pounding into you, setting a pace that had you reaching the stars already. each of you moaning your names and grunting in unison.

he grabs a handful of your hair and brings your back to him, making you look at yourselves in the mirror before you, the sight of him taking and claiming you from behind only making you whimper and moan out even more, walls pulsing around his dick, squeezing him more each time he slammed his hips into you, “you like that don’t you? you like watching me take what’s mine?” he says, slowing down but pounding into you so hard your shoulders fall in front of the mirror, holding onto the bar for dear life “intak- fuuck, ahh- i’m close”

“come for me, come around me” he gets close to the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and bites down on your shoulder “take mine, like the slut you are” his hips pound into you one more time and you both let go, moaning out each others names, catching your breaths, head falling against his chest. he grabs your hips harshly, getting over his high as his chests comes up and down fast.

he pulls out, his cum dripping out of you. you turn around and kiss him softly, he responds instantly, pressing you against him, as he leaves soft kisses all over your cheek and neck “i’ve been wanting to do this-“ he says and finds your lips, “ever since i saw you for the first time” his hands trail back to your ass and he squeezes it, making you laugh.

“me too” you say “in a strictly professional way of course” causing you both to burst out laughing complicitly.

“don’t ever tease me like that again or next time i will fuck you in front of the whole gym” he smacks your ass again and you groan against his lips.

SOUL┊kinda pervy fyi (0.6 words sorryㅠ)

you loved going to the gym with your boyfriend, he’d always help you out with the machines, count your reps for you and make sure you were drinking water. but as a dancer himself, he always remarked the importance of stretching before and after your workouts, you were always too tired to do it and wanted to just skip over your final stretches but he always insisted on doing them.

quite honestly, he mostly enjoyed watching your body shake while holding the stretches and the way your body looked like in the different poses you both always did, he felt like a pervert, but he loved it.

the way your body would relax under his touch while pressing onto your legs to keep them straight, and the little sounds you’d let out each time he’d add pressure to certain parts drove him crazy. he knew other people in the gym were looking too, and that turned him on even more.

that’s how you both found yourself locked in the nearest supply closet of the gym, tearing each other’s clothes off. he could only take so much, his erection strained against his shorts, almost painfully. and you were so pent up you could only find relief under your boyfriend’s touch.

he backed you up against a wall and lowered himself in front of you, tearing down your tight leggings down your legs, he felt your pussy over your pantie’s fabric, completely wet, making you moan his name “shota, fuck”

“shh babe, we don’t wanna get caught” he said and settled on of your legs over his shoulder. having easy access to your dripping cunt. he shoved one finger inside and started circling your clit, watching you squirm and bite your lips trying to muffle your sounds as best as you could.

he closed the distance between him and your pussy and started licking your clit, teasingly. watching how your body reacted, while shoving a second finger into you, pressing them in and out with a steady pace.

he pulled his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, devilish eyes looking at you from down under, that only made you grow wetter. he wasted no time and started eating you out, tongue pressing into your hole while his thumb graced your clit. curling his tongue into you, and licking you clean of your juices all over your slit, paying close attention to your bud, making you moan desperately “i’m close- shit”

“come for me baby, make a mess on my face” he said, and hunched down again, pressing the tip of his nose against you as he licked you up and down, flattening his tongue against your folds. he added pressure with his two fingers again and you snapped, biting your lip so hard it drew blood, chest raving up and down as you gasp for air. he groans in front of your pussy “fuck-“ he says and looks up, admiring the sight of you completely dripping for him, drenched in sweat.

he rests your leg down and kisses you, roaming your hands all over each other, you massage his cock and notice a wet patch on his shorts “did you?-“ you ask, and he nods, smiling devilishly against your lips searching for another kiss “i love you” he says.

JONGSEOB┊1k words

“pleeeease seobi, join one of the classes with me” you insisted, pulling him by the arm.

he laughs and melts into your touch, he hugs you, trapping you in his arms, you rest your chin on his chest and look up at him, eyes pleading “i promise it’s fine, it’s not that hard and some guys go too”

“do they?” he asks, squinting his brow. “well, so i’ve heard…” he finds you cute and kisses your cheek “i just don’t wanna go alone at first, last time i was so shy i didn’t even dare to ask if i was doing the exercises right” he kisses you again and complies, rubbing your back “alright alright, i’ll go tomorrow”

you had started going to pilates classes, and you were really excited for it, since you’d seen how many benefits it had, but the group of people in the class was too big and you were an extreme introvert, so the first two classes had been very intimidating for you, which is why you were insisting your boyfriend to go with you.

the day of the class, you arrived first and went to your favorite reformer at the back, jongseob followed closely behind you. he already knew this was gonna be a long class, the minute he saw you come out of your room with a pink pilates lounge set that hugged your curves and ass perfectly, he almost drooled at the sight. you placed your bags next to your reformers and he squeezed your butt discreetly, giving you a kiss on the cheek, just unable to keep his hands off you.

“hey, control it” you warned, and he backed off lifting his hands on the air defeatedly “whatever you say princess”

the class went smoothly, him asking a few questions for you or calling the teacher over to come and help you better your form. he watched you closely, losing count of his own reps as he tried to follow the exercises too, getting distracted by the way your legs moved, slowly, and the way you huffed out air after ending an exercise and switching positions. your flushed cheeks and the way you squinted your nose hitting every spot right. he couldn’t wait for it to be over to have your way with you, unable to look anywhere else, he’d just copied everything off of you.

“you’re doing good?” you asked at some point of the class, looking over at his direction, his cheeks were flushed too and his chest a little agitated, partly because of the no joke exercise you had been doing on the reformers and partly because of the sight of you, stretching out in front of him after class had ended, perky butt catching his attention. he nodded rapidly “more than fine” he said puckering his lips.

after everyone left the room, door closed, he brought you close to him and kissed you on the spot, surprising you, you pull back and search for his eyes “what?”

“lay down” he said, signaling towards the reformer closer to the wall which he had been using.

“jongseob, we can’t, what if they see?” you ask slowing him down.

“don’t tell me you really care” he said, kissing you, lowering your back on the tiny reformer’s bed. trailing down kisses from your lips to your lower stomach “be quick” you command, and he chuckles.

“this little pink set” he says and stretches out the waistband of your leggings, snapping back on your skin, making you squirm. “it drove me crazy you know that?” he pulls it down around your knees and notices you’re not wearing any panties “oh fuck me” he looks at you and you’re holding back a laugh, covering your mouth “you knew exactly what you were doing” you nod and his eyes lit up with heat.

as if turning a switch on, he flips you around, knees on the floor, chest against the reformer, ass up for him, “i promise i’ll be quick” he licks his fingers and spreads it around your entrance, gathering your arousal with his fingers, making you bite your lips trying not to moan out in pleasure due to his intrusive touch. “but once we get home, you’re getting punished” he warned.

letting his dick free, already hard and leaking with precum, he shoves it all in at once, no prep. you hiss due to the stretch and he throws his head back, trying not to moan either. he starts fucking you, hard and fast, you can’t help but squirm and cry out, “shhh someone may notice” you nod against your arms and hide your face, biting your lips. he’s all grunts and groans behind you, squeezing his hands on your waist, for sure leaving marks.

his pace falters and when he hears someone talking very closely to the room, it only adds fuel to the fire, he goes harder, and one of his hands finds your clit, making you gasp due to the overwhelming sensation. “babe i’m gonna-“ you warn him.

“cum all over my dick princess, do it, make a mess and let everyone know how much of a dirty girl you are”

you finally let go, gasping and groaning when reaching your climax, your chest sinking down onto the reformer defeatedly. he comes right after, one more snap of his hips and he’s gone. his cum dripping out of you as he pulls out quickly, pulling your leggings and his pants in place as the talking outside the door grows louder, sensing they’re coming into the room.

you quickly separate, tiding yourselves as much as possible, just in time as two of the instructors come inside the room, they greet you warmly and jongseob pretends to search something through his bag, —a towel.

he extends it to you and you chuckle “let’s get out of here” he says, winking.

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[jiuchip]

wait, he’s never made you cum before? || OT6

⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ pairing | ot6 x 7thmember!reader ༉‧₊˚. ⟡ synopsis | when your members find out you don't think its possible for you to cum during sex (thanks to your lackluster ex), they set out on a mission to prove to you that not only is it possible but there's many different ways to do so.

⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), pure smut, piwon as varying degrees of dominant (from softdom!jongseob to meandom!theo), reader is quite inexperienced, dry humping, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, squirting, mutual masturbation, voice kink, edging, overstimulation, punishment (not for reader), light dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, f/m/m, f/m/m/m, time constraints, light humiliation, rough sex, creampie, throat-fucking, choking, orgasm denial, fluff (more probably) ⟡ length | 21k ⟡

𓆩⟡𓆪 note || well this was quite overwhelming to write and it is quite the ride ¬‿¬ the "plot" of this is barely a plot but the smut is smutting || also, can’t believe it’s been one month of this blog already!! thank you sm for 450 followers you all are so appreciated <3 now enjoy the pure filth as a gift (apologies in advance for any typos that might have still made it through, i physically cannot proofread this any more)

“Wait, he’s never made you cum before?”

Your chopsticks freeze halfway up to your mouth that’s hung open awkwardly as you process the words that have just come out of Intak’s mouth. You look up from your bowl of noodles to see six pairs of eyes staring at you in varying levels of shock.

There’s a pause, and when no one moves to take this conversation in any other direction, you put down your chopsticks and close your mouth, clearing your throat as an embarrassed heat flushes high on your cheeks.

“Well, no,” you admit awkwardly. “I mean— yes. I have. By myself, I mean, just not by my ex or anyone else.”

You’re not sure how the conversation had diverged to you. One minute you were all talking over one of those reality dating shows Keeho had put on for everyone to watch over dinner (a strange choice, but whatever), then somehow the topic had shifted to first times and whether they were successful at bringing their partners to completion (this discussion was mainly between Theo, Keeho, and Intak), then someone was mentioning your name and asking you something you don’t remember, and you’d just made a throwaway comment about how, “He never did it for me anyway so this discussion is pointless to me,” to get them off your back (you were more focused on scarfing down your noodles), and now here you are.

“Wait,” Intak speaks again, blinking like his brain just couldn’t compute this piece of information. “So the guy that you were in a relationship with for two years,” he starts, then pauses to look at you, as if trying to make sure you were understanding the gravity of the situation, then continues, “has never made you come? Not once?”

You shake your head, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but isn’t it normal for most women to not finish during sex?

“Not ever?” Keeho asks this time, his brows pulled up behind his fringe. “What about anyone you’ve ever been with. Ever.”

You drop your chopsticks into your bowl with a clatter. “No,” you say firmly. “Why is that so surprising?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” Theo states easily, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.

You shrug. “I don’t see what the big deal is. Isn’t it normal to just fake it and move on?”

Intak makes a noise like he’s been severely offended. “No!” He cries. “I always make sure she comes. Always.”

You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. The quiet ones, Jiung, Soul, and Jongseob, are still watching you like hawks, and you can tell from their eyes that they’re in accordance with the other three.

“There’s no way,” you say. You’ve been through the motions of sex before. It’s wildly uncomfortable, too slippery, and too rushed. “You’re telling me you can all make your girls’ finish?”

There’s a chorus of agreements from all of them, some more enthusiastic than others.

You blink, taken aback at the unity. “…Every time?”

Another round of assent and you’re left with the thought that maybe something’s just wrong with you.

“Maybe I just don’t like sex then,” you conclude, your brows pinching as you think back to the handful of times you’ve given yourself up to your ex partner and only come out of it regretful.

“That could be true.”

All eyes turn to Jiung, who’s sitting on the single chair leaned back casually, looking straight at you with a clinical eye that leaves you feeling a little too exposed. You squirm in your seat on the carpeted floor, grateful for the refuge in the slight coverage the coffee table provides you.

“But,” Jiung continues. “We’ve met the guy you were with. He didn’t exactly ooze generosity.”

“That’s true.” Jongseob’s voice pulls your eyes to where he’s sitting right across the table from you, hands braced on the floor behind him as he leans back. His eyes are calculating in their own way as they weigh on you. “If your experience was with him then I wouldn’t be too surprised.”

You fidget with your hands in your lap as your eyes flit over your members. “Well,” you start, then stop, mulling over your words for a moment. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me then.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” You almost flinch at Soul’s voice, sharper than you’re used to from him. He’s on the floor to your right, peering at you with wide, wondering eyes. “You said you’ve just never orgasmed with him, right? You can finish when it’s just yourself?”

You fluster at his blunt words but nod. “Yeah.”

“So it’s not like you can’t come or anything like that,” Keeho chimes in from the couch behind Jongseob. “Your ex just didn’t know how to treat you right.”

You pout, feeling a little affronted. “Hey, he wasn’t a bad person.”

“Bad in bed though,” Theo adds with a snicker.

You roll your eyes at him, picking up your chopsticks to have something to do with your hands. “I just can’t imagine coming from sex. It’s so… uncomfortable. Invasive.”

“Oh honey,” Keeho says, tone sympathetic. “He really didn’t know how to treat you right then. It doesn’t have to be invasive either. There’s so many more ways to come than just penetration.”

You stare at him, your brows climbing up your forehead. “There… is?” You knew of a couple methods but the way he says it makes you feel like you were missing out on a lot more than you thought.

Intak makes a noise like he’s just been punched by the words. “You don’t know?” He asks, like he’s truly horrified by your lack of knowledge. Then he looks at Theo beside him and rattles him by the arm. “Hyung, she doesn’t know!”

Theo shoves him off with a hand on his forehead. “Relax.” Then he turns back to you and his next words throw your brain into the void. “We could show you.”

There’s a palpable silence as those words hang in the air, leaving behind something heavy lingering in its wake.

“Taeyang,” Jiung scolds, turning to Theo with sharp eyes. “You can’t just spring something like that on her.”

“No, wait,” you find yourself saying. As daunting as whatever Theo has in mind seems, you can’t help but be curious. “I’m interested. Hypothetically.”

You can see everyone exchange looks, a weave of silent conversations that you ignore in favour of just looking at Theo, who holds your gaze back with a knowing smirk on his lips. He doesn’t say more though; he waits for you to steer the conversation.

“What—“ You start then stop again, clearing your throat when everyone’s eyes fall back to you. “Hypothetically, what would something like that entail?”

Theo leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his smirk pulling wider. “Hypothetically,” he starts, a little teasing, and you falter under his stare. “We would each show you a different way to make you come. Prove to you all the ways that you can finish during sex and that you were missing out on with your ex.”

You blink at him as the words process. The thought of them showing you makes something crawl under your skin, something you’re not able to name. Your eyes flit over all them, all of them who are watching you carefully. “There’s six of you though.”

Theo raises a brow. “Yes?”

“You’re saying there’s six different ways?” You ask, trying to wrack your brain for all the other ways your ex has tried besides penetration and outer stimulation (which was more just poking around than anything). You’re not very adventurous on yourself either, so you come up empty. “Hypothetically,” you tack on as an afterthought.

“Well, hypothetically, we could keep that a secret until we get to show you.” Theo’s smirk is inching towards something more dangerous, something that makes your heart stutter. “Hypothetically,” he continues, tilting his head at you, “would you like us to show you?”

And suddenly, this doesn’t feel very hypothetical anymore. You can see it in the way they’re all just waiting for you to either take them up on this ‘hypothetical’ or put them out of their misery and brush off the conversation.

You think about it. Really think about it. You can’t deny the way all this talk has your body prickling with curiosity and heated anticipation at the thought of them showing you, whatever that might be.

You glance between them, your close friends of the past six years, the people you’ve practically grown up with, the ones you not only work with but call your own. Intak is leaned forward in morbid curiosity and hanging onto your every word, Jongseob is feigning nonchalance but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, Keeho watches you with a heat that he doesn’t even bother to hide, Soul is more curious and earnest than anything, Jiung— though calm on the outside— looks like he’s ready to devour you with just his eyes, and Theo is an enigma you’re too scared to even try to decode. You can tell they’re all waiting for the word, whichever it may be. But you don’t feel scared by their anticipation despite the daunting way their gazes settle on you. You’re surprised to feel something pulling at your gut, something wanting and present.

But above all, you trust them with everything. You can trust them with something like this.

So with a shaky breath, you nod. “Yes.”

It’s like the scene in front of you pauses on a reel. No one breathes.

“Just hypothetically?” Theo asks you slowly.

“No,” you answer without hesitation. “Not just hypothetically.”

There’s a few sharp exhales like breaths that have been held in for too long, someone mutters a low curse from somewhere on your right, and the air shifts again into something heated with anticipation.

“Only if everyone is okay with it,” you add, because you don’t want to pull anyone into anything they don’t want just for your sake.

“Are you kidding me?” Intak scoffs, a boyish grin pulling on his face. “I may or may not have thought about this already before.”

Jiung reaches over Theo to smack Intak over his lack of decorum.

“It’s fine,” you say, a small, awkward smile pulling on your lips. You’re taken aback by Intak’s sudden confession, but it doesn’t deter you. It makes you even more curious to see just what he’s wanted with you. “I’m, uh, looking forward to what you guys have to show me. But I’m still not sure I believe that you guys can make me… you know.”

Jongseob smiles at you, leaning forward to lean his elbows on the coffee table. “Let us worry about that, okay?” His voice is lower, a little huskier, and it already has you a little flustered.

“Cute,” you hear Soul mumble under his breath from your right and you glance at him to see he’s staring at the flush on your cheeks.

You clear your throat, sitting up straight to regain some semblance of control over your body. “How do we do this?”

“We’ll make a list of what we’re going to do to you,” Keeho starts, making sure to let the words linger for a little just to see you squirm. “And then we’ll pick what we’re each best at so you can get the best of the best.” He glances around the room to gauge opinions. “Sounds good?”

Everyone agrees with more enthusiasm than you’re prepared for and you feel your heart start to thunder in your chest. Not from fear, but from excitement. If what they say is true, and they can get you to come without fail, you’re in for a night that could make up for all the mediocre sex in your life and open your eyes to things you might not even be aware of.

“That’s that then,” Jiung says as he pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to your direction. Your heart jolts as he leans down to pick up your bowl of abandoned noodles, and you feel a little ridiculous that you’re already so affected. Jiung’s eyes flicker over your face that’s a few inches from his, and the corner of his lips tick up for a split second. “Why don’t you wait for us in your room? We’ll figure everything else out.” His deep voice is hushed in a cadence that you can almost feel brush over your skin and leave goose flesh in its wake.

“Sure,” you say, cheeks heating when your voice cracks halfway.

You scamper up to your feet to evade his amused chuckle and rush towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom. 

Theo’s hand comes out to catch your arm before you can move past them, pulling you back. He’s standing now, looking down at you with a serious pinch of his brows. “Hey.” His voice is quieter, only for you to hear. “You’re really okay with this? It might be a lot for you to handle.”

You feel whatever nerves thrumming under your skin ease away at his concern. “I’m sure,” you say with a smile, squeezing his hand over your arm. “I trust you. I trust all of you.”

That eases the tension out of his shoulders and his frown melts into a smile. “Good,” he says, then his eyes flash into something darker and his smile appears sharper than it was a second. “Now go get yourself ready.” He leans in and breathes the next words practically on your lips. “And I promise you, you’re not leaving that room until you’ve come six times. And if the others fail, I’ll step in and make it up for them.”

You swallow, feeling the words sink to the base of your gut and fill it with fire. If just a few words can already push you towards ruin so quickly, you’re not sure what’ll happen when they actually get their hands on you.

𓆩⟡𓆪

You’re not sure how long you’ve been waiting with your heart in your throat and your limbs feeling like livewire. You sit at the head of your bed, back pressed to the headboard and knees pulled up to your chest.

You’re starting to wonder with each passing second just what you’ve signed up for. The nervous excitement is still there, of course, at the prospect of possibly being properly pleasured by someone else’s hand other than yours for a change but you have no idea what to expect. Your experience with sex didn’t measure up even a fraction to what you’d built up in your head and you just can’t imagine how your boys are possibly going to mend that disappointment.

But they seemed eager to show you otherwise, all of them. And you trust they’ll do well on their word even despite your lingering doubts.

So you take grounding breaths as you wait, sat comfy in a pair of sweats and a simple tee, until the handle to your door twists.

The door opens a fraction and Intak’s wide eyes peer in. “Can I come in?”

Your shoulders ease when you see that it’s just him and you wave him in with your hand. “Just you?” You ask, hoping only you can hear the waver in your voice.

“Just me,” he confirms, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to stand by the foot of the bed. “We decided on it just being a one on one thing. We didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much.”

You don’t even realize that was something you were worried about until you feel your chest loosen at the knowledge. “Oh,” you say with a grateful smile. “That’s good, actually. Thanks.”

He smiles back, soft and sweet. “Of course. This is supposed to be all about you. We wanna make sure you’re feeling good and not stressed out.” He tilts his head at you, a habit of his that you’ve always been endeared by. “How are you feeling?”

You bite down on your lip as you try to figure out how to put your feelings into words. “Fidgety? Nervous but… excited? I don’t really know what to expect, so I don’t know what to feel,” you admit sheepishly, then sit up straight with a sudden realization. “Wait, should I have changed into something prettier or…?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, don’t worry about any of that. Keeping our clothes on will be just fine for this first… session, if that’s what we’re calling it.”

Your stomach flips when you realize that things are about to start and that Intak is here to be the first one to go. “Ah,” you say in realization, then frown. “Wait, clothes on?”

His sweet smile makes way to a smug smirk as he knees onto your bed and climbs on, settling to sit on his feet in front of you. “Yes,” he says, and you’re starting to realize how real everything is becoming with him sitting right in front of you. “Unless you wanted to see me with them off,” he adds with a cocky little grin.

You scoff at his flirty antics, something you’re all too familiar with. And the familiarity of it eases you down, surely something he’d meant for as he places a comforting hand on your ankle, rubbing slow circles there with his thumb.

“I didn’t make the rules,” you point out, feeling your body slowly settle under the small, soothing touch. “I don’t think I have any power here to decide.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he purrs, then wraps the span of his hand around your ankle. “You have all the power here. We’re just here as vessels for your pleasure.”

Your brows raise as you bite down on your lip to smother your laugh. “That sounds awfully serious coming from you, Takki.”

But there’s no joke in the way Intak stares at you. Without warning, he yanks you forward by your ankle, pulling you flat on your back as he climbs over you, ignoring your yelp of surprise. He settles between your legs without delay and braces his hands on the bed on either side of your chest. He hovers over you, peering down at you with an intensity to his eyes you’ve seen him with only when it comes to figuring out complicated choreography.

“It is serious,” he tells you, low and smooth, and before you can respond his lips are on yours.

The kiss is slow and steady, more careful than you’d expect from Intak. But you find yourself melting into it with a soft sigh, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down.

He settles down on his elbows as he presses deeper into the kiss, his body lowering down against yours. And that’s when you can feel it, the solid outline of his growing erection pressing against your thigh.

The weight of it against you shoots heat right to your core and makes you falter into the kiss. Curious, you push your leg up to press against the bulge and it gets a grunt out of his lips against yours.

He lifts up from the kiss, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you with furrowed brows. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve thought about this before. Been wanting to do this for a long time now,” he says, his voice rough with desire.

He shifts his hips to line his erection right over you then presses firmly down, making you gasp at the pressure against your already throbbing core.

“You have?” You ask breathily when his words process. You roll your hips up to search for more of the pressure and Intak indulges you, rolling his hips down in a delicious grind that has your body bowing up the bed.

His hands move down to grab you by the hips and push them down against the bed, much to your dismay when it detaches you from the heat of him.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes, looking just as ruined by the sight of you as you’re starting to feel by him. 

He keeps one hand holding you down as the other slides under your shirt, warm as it slides up to your chest. His eyes flash when he finds you bare under the shirt and wastes no time to grasp the soft mound, making a stuttered breath fall from your lips as his finger pushes down on your sensitive nipple.

“And now I finally have my chance,” he mutters, dark eyes drinking up every twitch in your expression as his finger rolls over the stiffening peak, sending little sparks of pleasure from your chest down your spine. “I might not get to fuck you but I’ll take anything I can get.”

Before you can ask him just what it is he’s set out to do to you, he kisses you again. This time it’s fast, heated, impatient; everything you actually were expecting from him.

He wastes no time before he’s prodding into your mouth with his tongue. You accept him with a soft moan, a sound that has him pulling your nipple between his fingers and has another yelp rip from your throat that he drinks up with his persistent lips.

You didn’t realize just how quickly you could get turned on from just some kissing and a few careful touches. But you can feel the arousal pool in your gut and in your underwear.

To say you were surprised was an understatement, but that wasn’t on the forefront of your mind. All you were thinking was that you needed to feel more. 

As if he was reading your mind, Intak grinds down his clothed cock, fully hardened now, right into your needy heat.

You whine at the pleasure that rolls steadily through you, the sound drowned out by Intak’s soft breaths as he devours you whole with his tongue.

This already feels so much better than any night with your ex and you’re feeling a little high from it all. Your hips buck up in frantic little rolls that Intak meets with hard grinds of his own, sending steady shocks of pleasure through your lower body. 

His other hand slides up your shirt to join his other hand in kneading your breasts, the pressure spreading pleasure through your entire body as he continues to grind against you.

You can feel yourself getting heady already under Intak’s hands and you happily welcome it. You didn’t think it could be so easy to get you so strung up without even having to take off your clothes, but here you are.

You can feel the coil in your gut wind tighter with each press of Intak’s throbbing erection against your aching core, can feel the slick gathering in your folds. It has you whining into the frantic kiss and has your hands clawing into his biceps.

He pulls from the kiss with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours as his mouth falls open to let heavy breaths pass through. He presses his forehead down to yours, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep his focus intact while his hips keep rocking into yours.

“F-Feels good,” you whisper up to him, gasping at a particular harsh press. 

“Yeah?” He pants, using his hands to shove your shirt up above your chest. 

You hiss at the cool air that brushes over your sensitive nipples. Intak groans at the sight of you, his hips stuttering for a moment before they pick back up at a more frantic pace. He wastes no time to latch his mouth onto your nipple, his hand working the other one as he starts to swirl his tongue around the stiff bud.

You moan at the wet warmth of his tongue on the sensitive flesh, arching your chest further into his mouth. You didn’t think your chest was this sensitive, but it has your hips bucking eagerly up against his, every single sensation over your body climbing down and pinpointing down to your clit.

“Intak,” you gasp, whining sharply when he pops off your nipple and switches to the other one, flicking his tongue rapidly over it. 

You can tell by the way that his hips are starting to lose rhythm that he’s nearing his edge. And, surprisingly, you are too.

“Intak,” you try to warn him but he’s not listening, too far gone as he continues to mouth at your chest, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to chase his pleasure between your hips.

You bury your hand in his hair, pushing him further into you as you drive your hips sharply up against the hard ridge of his cock, and it takes just a few more hard presses of his erection squarely against your cunt for you to teeter on the edge.

Intak notices, and at the same time that he pinches your nipple with his hand, he bites gently down on the one in his mouth and tugs.

The sharp pleasure that bursts from your chest in tandem with a hard grind of his cock against your core has you tipping over the edge. You tense all over as your mouth falls open into a high whine, before your body jolts and trembles through your first orgasm.

Intak follows you right down, whimpering into your chest as his hips stutter through his own orgasm, giving a few more sharp grinds before his body goes slack, weight dropping fully onto you.

His head rolls on its side on your chest, your nipple popping out of his mouth as he heaves for breath. You lay there, twitching and reeling from your high.

A few moments of silence pass as you stare up at the ceiling, trying to even out your breaths and process the fact that Intak has just made you cum for the first time that wasn’t by your own hand.

Reluctantly, Intak lifts himself up and looks down at you with a crooked smile. “Well? Didn’t I say I never leave my girls unsatisfied?”

You let out a breathy laugh as you meet his twinkling eyes. “Uh huh.” Just with a little bit of grinding, he managed to hold true to his words. You’re both impressed with him, disappointed with your ex for not even holding a candle, and disappointed with yourself for doubting him. “That was… better than I thought.”

He hums, leaning down to peck your lips before he pulls himself up and off of you despite the whine you let out when his warmth is ripped away from you.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly as he adjusts himself in his sweats. He’s wearing a dark pair so it’s difficult but you can still see the darker shade of the wet patch over his crotch. It has a pathetic shock of heat pulse through your core at the thought that that was there because of you. “I can’t stay for long. The others are waiting.”

“Right,” you say as you fix your shirt, pulling it down over your chest. You’d nearly forgotten there was a line of boys out there in the living room waiting for their turn to make you eat your words. “…I don’t stand a chance, do I?”

He chuckles at that, turning to walk through the door. “Not at all,” he says, turning his head and throwing you a wink over his shoulder. “Good luck.”

Then he’s gone, and you’re left laying there wondering who’s next— what’s next. It almost frightens you how quickly you find that tightness in your gut livening up again as you go through all the possibilities in your head.

You’re not left wondering for long before Jongseob steps through the door, looking pretty normal for the most part. But you see the light shake in his hand as he holds up the large bottle of water he brought in with him.

“Jiung’s orders,” he says as he walks over to your side and uncaps the bottle. He doesn’t hold your gaze for long before his eyes flit to the bottle he’s holding out for you.

You feel a warm wave of familiar fondness for your maknae as you take the bottle of him, feeling a little relieved that it’s him instead of someone like Jiung or Theo. You’re not quite ready for whatever that might be just yet. Or Keeho for that matter.

You pull yourself up to sit, wincing from the sensitivity between your hips that still lingers. “Thanks.” You take the bottle from him and drink, grateful for the wash of cold as it soothes your heated insides.

He’s a little awkward on his feet as he shifts on them, waiting for you to put the bottle aside on the nightstand before he speaks up. “You doing okay?”

You huff a little laugh as you lean against the headboard, looking up at him. “Uh huh. Just didn’t think I’d be proven so wrong, so quickly.”

He raises a brow at you as a teasing smile pulls at his lips. “Oh, so is our little experiment done then? We’ve proven you wrong already?”

“Nope,” you say, finding a surprising sense of confidence in his presence. “You guys promised me six ways. I better get six ways.”

His smile widens into a grin and you get a glimpse of his cute little snaggle tooth. His nerves seem to ease away as he falls into the rhythm of your familiar back and forth. “One orgasm in and you’re already calling the shots?” He taunts, climbing onto the bed and bracing himself with his knees on either side of your thighs. He hovers over you, taking your chin to lift your gaze up to him. “Bold. I like that on you.”

You blush at his sudden change in demeanour but you can’t lie; it’s spurring your spent body back to life quicker than you’d expected.

“What about you, Seobie?” You ask, placing your hands on his thighs before sliding them up to his hips over the smooth fabric of his track pants. “Where’s all this confidence coming from?”

His thumb brushes against your lower lip as a small smirk plays on his lips. He’s the picture perfect image of cool and collected, just like he is on stage. It’s a hell of a sight up close to you under the dim of your lamp instead of flashy lights. It feels more personal, like he crafted this confidence just for you.

“I guess you bring it out in me,” he admits, pressing his thumb against the plush of your lip.

You let your tongue flick out and kitten-lick against the tip of his finger, letting it linger there for a bit. His eyes darken and he takes a careful breath in before letting it out in a sigh that sounds a bit strained.

“If only I got to take my time with you,” he mutters under his breath, and the words leave you wondering. 

“Is there a time limit?” You ask him when his hand falls to the side of your neck. 

“Yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb up the hollow at the side of your neck. “15 minutes.”

You stare at him for a moment. “…That’s it? That doesn’t feel like enough.”

He grins in response. “Well Intak did it in time. You don’t think the rest of us can?”

“Well, no— I don’t know,” you huff, a little flustered. “What happens if we don’t finish in time?”

“Then you don’t get to come and I get a bruised ego,” he says then drops both his hands to your waist. He slips his hands under your shirt then slides them up your already tingling skin, pulling the shirt up as they go. “We can’t have that, can we?”

Electricity and heat zip down your spine in tandem when his hands don’t stop and your shirt lifts up over your chest, exposing your skin to the cool air. You lift your arms up to make it easier for him to pull the shirt completely off of you.

You sit there, half-bare under Jongseob’s prying eyes as he tosses the shirt aside somewhere on the floor. You can see him tenting against his pants as he shuffles off of you, his hands reaching for the waist of your sweats.

“May I?” He asks politely but it’s undercut by the way his eyes remain locked on your exposed breasts. 

You don’t feel shy under his gaze though. You almost feel revered by his appreciative stare. You lift your hips in silent assent and he takes the cue to slip the sweats off of your legs and tosses them to join your shirt.

He’s quick to pry apart your legs and settle on his knees between them, his eyes finding a new target to lock onto; the wet patch on your thin cotton panties. 

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, reaching to grab himself over his pants and squeeze as an attempt to quell his arousal. 

You flush under his attention now, feeling a little too exposed. Your legs twitch to close but he keeps them apart with a hand on your knee.

He brings the hand down, and with a feather light touch, he runs his thumb against the thin fabric, sliding a line of pressure up your centre that has your walls fluttering. You hiss when his thumb finds your clit and presses down, still a little sensitive from your first climax.

“You’re so wet,” he muses before moving his thumb down and pressing against where your entrance would be. He groans at the wet sound from the pooled mix of your release that Intak left behind and the arousal that’s starting to leak under Jongseob’s ministrations.

“Jongseob,” you whine, pressing your hips up in search of more than just light touches. 

He clicks his tongue, looking up at you with a lazy smirk. “Impatient. You’re already eager for more? What, Intak wasn’t enough for you?”

You shudder at the way his words chastise you just the right amount to have you needy for his approval. But you don’t want to give in that easily. “Maybe,” you say, rolling your hips up again to press against his hand. He doesn’t pull away. “But isn’t it your whole job to give me what I want?”

He retaliates with a harsh press of his thumb against your clit with a scary precision given that he can’t even see it. It has you yelping and jerking away from his hand. “You’re lucky I’m not Taeyang,” he says, and the warning hits you in the gut. “Or that mouth on you wouldn’t get off so easily.”

You don’t get a chance to interrogate him before he’s hastily shoving aside the fabric of your panties and exposing your heated folds to the cool air. Jongseob squeezes himself again with a low grunt when he sees the slick mess there. 

“You’re drenched,” he huffs, under trance by the sight of you for a moment before he snaps out of it and swiftly pulls off his shirt, leaving your mind blanking momentarily. 

You rarely see him shirtless, but when you do, it’s a treat to see. Especially now.

Then he’s shoving down his pants and boxers down to his thighs and grasping himself, stroking tightly as he watches your gushing folds, and your mind goes blank again.

He’s pretty; thin but long and curved and flushed at the tip, milky pearls of arousal leaking at the head with each drag of his fist. 

You’re snapped back to focus when he grabs your thighs and pulls you down on your back, lowering himself between your hips.

“Wait,” you say quickly, and Jongseob pauses immediately to look up at you, just letting himself hover while he waits.

“Yeah?” He asks, brows furrowing in concern.

You swallow, a little embarrassed and underprepared. “Are you… going to put it in?”

The concern washes away and he chuckles fondly. “No. That’s not for nowt,” he says before he lowers his body down to brace on his elbows on either side of you. Then you feel the heft of his cock press down on your folds, a pressure that has you both sighing. “Just this,” he says, lowering his eyes on yours.

You feel him throbbing against your clit, hot and solid against your sensitive folds. It feels nice, but you’re still left confused. “Just this?” You ask, the doubt clear on your face. You don’t see how you could possibly come from that. 

But the smirk that grows on Jongseob’s lips tells you otherwise. “Just this.”

Then he shifts his hips so he slides down your folds, and when the head of his cock catches against your clit and sends a wave of pleasure through your core, you think, oh, that’s how.

His smirk stretches to a lazy grin when he sees the realization in your eyes and he drags himself back up, the friction giving you another shock of pleasure. “You like that?” He asks, then takes a sharp breath in through his teeth when he drags back down. 

You nod, your hands clutching onto the wiry muscles of his bicep. 

His movements are slow and methodical; each drag meant to place pressure against you just right and string you up slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frantic chase with Intak.

“Did that asshole ever take his time with you?” He asks you through grit teeth and it takes a second for you to process that he’s talking about your ex.

“N-No,” you answer through a gasp when his tip prods sharply into your clit on a thrust up. “H-He wasn’t really… ah, patient.”

He clicks his tongue. “No wonder he couldn’t make you come,” he mutters bitterly before he shoves himself off of you. 

You’re about to protest but then he’s sliding your panties down your hips, cursing at the way strings of slick connect to it as he pulls them off your legs. He doesn’t let himself linger on the sight of you fully exposed as he gathers both of your legs and throws them over one of his shoulders. Before you can question him, he’s sliding himself in between your thighs, right on top of your folds, and using the slick mess there to start fucking your thighs in a steady rhythm, his tip pushing deliciously against your clit with each thrust.

You moan, deep breaths falling through your lips at the stimulation. The sight of him poking through your thighs and the hood of your cunt with each thrust leaves you feeling heady. “Fuck, Seobie,” you whimper. You watch the way he leaks from his slit, dripping down onto your pelvis and pooling there. 

His hips falter when he hears the name fall from your lips, then braces himself with his arms around your legs, then starts to fuck against your cunt with a fast pace that has you both panting.

You can feel the coil in your gut wind tight again with each drag of his hard length over your throbbing clit. The sight of his face, flushed and blissed out with hooded eyes fixed on your face, has your head swimming. You’ve never seen him look that intense before, even when it comes to work, and it makes you falter realizing just how different this side of him is from what you’re used to. 

It’s a thrilling revelation that has you quickly approaching your second climax.

“Seob,” you say through a hitched breath. 

“Yeah?” He asks, getting a dark little grin on his face as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the heaven between your thighs. “Gonna come for me already?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands fisting into the sheets as your body bucks up with each impact of his rough thrusts.

“Gonna make you cum,” he says through grunts, though you’re not sure if he’s talking to you anymore. “Gonna make you cum— unlike that bastard. Couldn’t even— fuck— couldn’t even touch you right. Probably couldn’t even find your clit— the fucker.”

He’s muttering the words to himself as his thrusts grow faster and more disjointed. But it’s doing nothing less to bring you over the edge.

His dark eyes fix on you again with something akin to bitterness among the desire. “Come for me then,” he says, then adjusts so the head of his cock angles to drive right into your clit with each sharp, pointed thrust, sending burning pulses of pleasure with each push. “Come for me like you never came for him.”

Your second orgasm hits you before you know it and you come with a yell of his name and your body arching off the bed. Jongseob follows after with a few more frantic thrusts, spilling ropes of hot release over your stomach.

He doesn’t stop— he keeps going, drawing you both down from your highs before rocking to a slow stop just before he can drive you into overstimulation. He keeps your legs hugged to his chest as he recovers, breathing heavily as his eyes take in the sight of you painted with his release.

You’re not sure if it’s your post orgasmic haze dreaming it up but you think you see a hint of possession with the way he eyes you. You don’t get to dwell on it before he presses a kiss to the side of your calf and slowly releases you.

It’s when he’s cleaning off your stomach with his shirt after having fixed himself up that you realize you haven’t gotten to kiss him.

“Jongseob,” you say, still splayed out on your back and stealing back your breaths. 

He pauses and looks at you with his brows raised. “Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

The sudden request has him blinking to process and then blushing abashed, like he hadn’t just come on your stomach. “Oh. You want to?”

“No,” you say flatly. “That’s why I asked.”

He smiles sheepishly before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, short kiss. You hum in content when he pulls back, smiling up at him. “Thank you,” you say, then tap his chin playfully. “Better than anything he’s ever done for me, combined.”

That has him blushing even brighter and he looks away with a shy little laugh. He finishes wiping you down then pulls the blanket that’s been shoved to the edge over you, giving you some cover before he goes.

“Do I really have to worry about Taeyang?” You ask him before he closes the door behind him.

Jongseob looks back at you and gives you a grin that does nothing to ease your worries. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, then shuts the door behind him.

You groan to yourself, dropping your head back on the pillow. You should’ve gone into this by making them tell you all of their plans in detail so you wouldn’t have to be kept on your toes. But you can’t deny that it does make this more exciting.

Because even though you’ve already come twice, you have to squeeze your legs shut to soothe the way your core starts to spur back to life at just the possibility of the kind of danger that Theo might bring with him.

It’s Soul’s soft voice that pulls your eyes from the ceiling and towards him as he steps into the room a few minutes later.

“Hi,” he says as he makes his way over. He looks— normal. Nothing off the ordinary; no nerves, no eagerness, just plain intrigue as he peers at you laid out under the blanket. He wastes no time to jump onto the bed and sit on his knees by your legs.

“Hi,” you reply fondly, watching his hand as it lands on your covered knee and just holding there as a simple form of physical connection. A common occurrence with him, and it's no different even in this situation. Everything about Soul, everything that he does, always has you feeling endeared towards him.

“Are you tired yet?” He asks, round eyes flickering over the shape of you under the covers. 

“Yes,” you answer, but then think otherwise as you take stock of yourself. “No. Eh, I don’t know.”

That gets a little giggle out of him, his thumb digging gently into the notch in your knee. “I hope not. There’s still a lot more planned for you.”

You let out a slow breath at the reminder. “Yeah,” you pause, then look over at him. Soul has always been an honest one, so you take your shot. “Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do?”

He gives you a simple nod, then says, “I’m going to eat you out.”

Your face burns at the bluntness but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. Though it seems like there was no rule to keep things hidden from you; Intak and Jongseob probably just wanted to see you squirm. 

Your eyes fall to his pretty pink lips and you’re already envisioning them on you. Even knowing what’s about to happen, you’re still just as on edge as you were with the others.

His hand shifts to grab the edge of the blanket that lay by your side, not yet pulling. “Is that okay?” He asks you, polite as ever.

You’d never imagined Soul, the innocent looking boy you've smothered with your affections for years now, to be here before you, asking you if you’re okay with him making you come on his tongue. It’s disorienting enough to leave you craving it.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, hoping you don’t sound as eager as you feel.

But Soul has an eerie way of reading people. He catches on, you can see it in the twinkle of his eye, and with an excited grin, he pulls the blanket off you.

You have to resist the urge to cover yourself by digging your hands into the sheets. Soul’s eyes practically sparkle as he looks over you, a little like he’s caught in a trance. 

“Pretty,” he mumbles quietly, like it wasn’t meant to be said aloud.

You squirm when all he does is stare for a few more moments. You nudge your knee against his leg to pull him out of his daze and he spurs back to life, shuffling to kneel between your legs, his hands crooking under your knees to push them up and hold them apart.

You squirm some more when his eyes lock onto the wet mess between your legs and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“Shota,” you whine, nudging your foot against his arm. “Don’t just stare.”

He giggles but doesn’t move his eyes. “Sorry,” he says as he climbs down onto his chest, pulling your knees over his shoulders. His lips hover just over your core, breaths brushing over you and sending prickling sensations through you as he speaks. “You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”

You swallow back the moan that bubbles in your throat at his words. “Wait,” you say before he can do anything else.

He looks up at you now, brows raised. “Hm?”

“Can you take your shirt off?” You’re feeling a little too exposed with him fully clothed and you very much not. But also, the sight of Soul shirtless is a treat. It would be a shame to let those muscles he takes such good care of go to waste in a moment like this.

He’s smiling despite the blush that climbs high on his pale cheeks. He pulls himself up, yanks his shirt off in one go, before quickly settling back into position.

You mourn the sight of his abs being so quickly hidden away but then his arms are coming around your legs to hold you down, one hand settling palm-down on your lower stomach, and you can’t complain anymore when you’ve got his muscled arms in your view in all their veiny glory.

He laughs softly at your appreciative eyes. “Better?” He asks with a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

You sigh at the warmth it spreads up your leg. “Very.”

The smile remains on his lips as he trails his way down your thigh with warm kisses. You feel teeth graze lightly against your skin with each press that his tongue flicks out to soothe over, effective in the way it has you squirming where you lay as he inches closer to your waiting heat.

But just before he can reach it, he switches over to the other leg and you’re left sighing in frustration, your hips bucking up without your permission.

You feel his amused giggles against your thigh as he gives it the same attention as the other. 

But as you watch him, so intent in the way he winds you up slowly just like Intak and Jongseob have done, you’re left to wonder just how much you’ve been missing out on. Being tended to so carefully, it makes you feel a little floaty. 

Before you realize it your hand lifts from where you’d dug them in the sheets by your side and reaches to slide into his soft blond hair.

His eyes flutter at the touch and he abandons your skin in favour of leaning into the touch for a moment but you can’t complain, not when he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. It has a warmth bloom inside your chest, snug and soothing.

But then the warmth shoots right down to your gut when he turns and attaches his lips to your clit without warning.

You hiss at the sudden pressure, your fingers digging into his scalp. You glare weakly into the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks up at you.

“Still sensitive,” he says against your clit, making you twitch.

“No shit,” you huff, breaking into a moan when his tongue flits out and starts to press firm circles around the bud. Your body tenses as your mouth falls open with harsh breaths, your hand tightening in his hair.  

Soul takes in every shift in your expression with his eyes as he drags his tongue down before letting it circle around your entrance.

He groans at the taste of you on his tongue, the vibrations sending you whimpering. He abandons his careful ministrations in favour of flattening his tongue against you and drinking up every bit of the mess that’s been left behind from your previous encounters.

Your hips push up to grind against his face but his hand on your stomach keeps you easily pinned down as he has his way with you.

Breathy moans from your lips spill out from the rapid flicks of his tongue against you and the way his little grunts spread little embers of sensation right through your core.

You only just notice the way his own hips are grinding into the mattress and the knowledge that he’s that turned on from just pleasuring you has your head reeling.

The blunt tip of his tongue pushes against your entrance, but it doesn’t stop this time; it pushes in with ease and leaves you gasping. 

“Sh-Shota!” Your hand pushes down on his head of its own volition, trying to push him as deep in as he can go.

You feel it deeper than you expect it, the wet muscle prodding and sliding against your pulsing walls. When he groans, you feel it inside you.

His arms can’t restrain the way you’re squirming anymore with how hard your body’s starting to tremble. Every sensation feels like it’s dialed above ten with sensitivity. You don’t feel uncomfortable to have something breaching inside of you like all those times before with your ex; it actually makes you feel relieved and not like you’re being invaded. And you feel like you’ll lose your mind if it doesn’t stay in, doesn’t move.

So when you start to roll your hips up to fuck up against his tongue, Soul lets you, and pushes his tongue in tandem with your movements.

And when the tip of his nose rubs right against your clit with every movement, your control is gone.

You’re not sure what sounds are leaving your mouth but you don’t care, you just keep chasing the pleasure, keep fucking yourself up on his tongue, practically riding his face.

You start to fear you’re suffocating him and when you try to pull back, Soul buries himself right back into you. He’s whining against you, his eyes lidded and glossed over as he drowns himself in your cunt, and the rocking bed reminds you that he’s just as into this as you are.

It’s the combination of that, the pussy-drunk look on his face, and the way his tongue caresses your walls with each thrust that has your thighs clamping down on his head as you ride out your third orgasm right on his face.

Soul’s body shudders with a loud moan into you as you come around his tongue and he drinks you right up, not letting a single drop go to waste. He licks you through the high before he detaches from you with a soft kiss to your clit that does nothing to ease the tremors still rocking through you.

He lifts his head and you nearly moan at the sight of him; cheeks flushed, lower face drenched with you and eyes glazed over, looking practically drunk off of you and ready to devour you whole again.

“Jesus, Shota,” you mutter, having to raise your eyes to the ceiling to keep yourself from losing your mind again at just the sight of him like that between your thighs.

He responds by climbing up your body and kissing you eagerly.

You tense, taken aback by the sudden taste of yourself but you’re quickly coaxed into the kiss by his eager lips and tongue. You melt into the kiss, snaking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down on you. He follows, pressing every inch of himself against you. 

You’re stopped short when you feel the half hard length of him pressing on your thigh along with a noticeable dampness on his shorts against your bare skin.

You pull back from the kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Did you… come from that?”

He doesn’t even look the least bit embarrassed as he nods and dives right back for your lips.

You’re powerless to stop him; too boneless to do anything but you can’t say you want him to stop. He dives eagerly into your mouth again and you meet him with a languid pace of your own, not that he minds.

You can feel your mind start to float away again as his hands eagerly wander over your body, grabbing and kneading every curve of your flesh as they pass, paying special attention to your chest.

He’s hardening quickly against your thigh as he eagerly bucks his hips against you, seemingly lost in his mind just seeking out any bits of pleasure.

You reach down for his erection, to help him out like he’s helped you, until he’s yanked up off you. 

You mourn the loss with a panicked noise, trying to reach to drag him back to you. But your hands drop right back down when your eyes clear and you see Keeho holding Soul back with an arm around his throat.

Soul’s hands fly up to Keeho’s forearm as he blinks out of his own haze and comes into realization of what’s happening. His face flushes when he sees Keeho, who looks annoyed but no less amused. “Hyung,” he croaks, a little nervous.

Keeho raises a brow at him, a scolding look. “You’re way past your time, Shota,” he states before snapping those piercing, heated eyes to you.

Your heart jolts when you see the way his pupils are blown open in a heavy desire that pushes your breaths back down your throat.

“And you’re stealing mine,” Keeho adds, all amusement gone as his voice deepens into a threat.

Keeho releases Soul and Soul quickly scampers off the bed, grabs his shirt, and practically runs out of the room without another word.

But your eyes are stuck under the heavy weight of Keeho’s and you feel your body thrumming with a fresh wave of nerves.

His lips quirk up into a small smirk but there’s no mirth there. “Having fun?” He asks as he climbs onto the bed, on his knees so he hovers over your trembling body. When you don’t respond, he clicks his tongue. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” The implication of what might happen if you don’t answer settles dauntingly in your head.

“Yes,” you quickly answer, and he smiles as he moves to lift your legs before settling to sit between them. You tense at the thought of picking right back up without a chance to recover from Soul. “W-Wait, I need some time.”

“Too bad,” he says easily as he reaches over to grab one of your pillows. “That’s something I don’t have right now.”

Without your control, your body shuffles away from him, like it’s trying to protect itself from the danger behind Keeho’s words. But his hand clamps down on your thigh and he pulls you easily back towards him.

“Where you going, pretty?” He asks you with a sly grin that has you squirming. “Don’t worry. You won’t be complaining in a few minutes.” He pats the underside of your ass. “Up.”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

He sighs before he hooks his arm under your waist and lifts you easily, shoving the pillow he grabbed under your hips before dropping you back down.

The way he’s able to handle you so easily has your stomach flipping and your eyes locking onto the way the material of his shirt stretches around his bicep as it flexes when he moves.

He notices your leering and grins, using his hands to push your legs apart. This new angle, hips propped up on the pillow for better access, has you feeling even more exposed. Your legs try to close on their own but Keeho quickly pushes them apart, clicking his tongue. “Keep ‘em apart for me,” he says, leaving you no room to disobey, so you don’t.

His eyes lock onto your cunt, and if possible, his gaze darkens. “Cute,” he says, glancing up at you. “Just like the rest of you.”

You avert his gaze, flustered, and he chuckles fondly. You’re not sure where all your confidence has gone. You suppose it’s different with Keeho, your leader, as opposed to your younger members.

“Cute,” he repeats before pressing his palms to the inside of your thighs, heavy and warm. “Have you taken anything inside yet?”

You swallow, feeling a little embarrassed to have to say the words aloud but you’ve been laid bare and exposed to your friends in so many ways already so it really shouldn’t feel so awkward anymore. Yet still. 

“Shota’s tongue,” you answer in a thin voice, and he hums in acknowledgement. 

“Did it feel good?”

You take in a shaky breath, your walls clamping around nothing like they’re remembering the feel of Soul’s tongue stretching them.

Keeho notices the way you flutter and chuckles. “That’s a yes then.” His palms start to slide down a path on the insides of your thighs slowly. “Has it ever felt good like that before? Having anything inside?”

You can’t bring yourself to say it, so you shake your head no.

The look in his eyes softens as his palms rest just outside of your heat. “Everyone treating you well so far?” He asks you, rough voice dulled into something gentler.

Your lips are helpless to the small smile that tugs on them; even now, Keeho upholds his leader role. He’s always been the one to look out for you and it puts you at ease to know that it’s no different now.

“Very,” you answer honestly. “Better than I could’ve imagined.”

“Good,” he says, mirroring your smile and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your knee. “This whole thing’s been about showing you how you should be treated. Sounds like we’re on the right track.”

You hum when his hands gently knead the flesh of your inner thighs. “Yeah. Guess I was wrong to think— fuck!”

Your thoughts as yanked right out of your head when Keeho pushes a thick finger inside of you all the way to the hilt in one smooth slide.

You look up at him with wide eyes. “Keeho!”

The grin on his lips is careless and predatory as he watches the way his finger sinks into you so easily. “Sorry baby, but I don’t have that much time left thanks to Shota.” He keeps his finger still as his other hand comes down and presses the thumb lightly against your clit, making you jolt. “Good thing you’re so sensitive.”

That’s all he says before he starts to pump his finger into you while his thumb circles your clit in quick, tight circles.

The touch to your clit feels more painful than pleasurable from the sensitivity, and it has you trying to buck away as high, frantic whines leave your lips, but Keeho is quick to hold you down with his forearm.

“Shh baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the inside of your trembling knee as he continues to abuse your cunt with his quick pace. “It’ll feel better soon.”

And he’s right, because even though it burns, the pain slowly embers away into a pleasure that has you bucking up to his finger rather than away.

Keeho, who’s watching your expressions with a laser focus, grins when your features smooth down with pleasure. “That’s it, good girl,” he whispers and the words go right to your head and fill it with a hazy fog. “So good for holding out. Think you can take another one for me?”

Your breaths come out with little whines as you nod, eyes starting to go bleary.

“Say it for me,” he urges gently. “Need to hear you, pretty.”

You blink rapidly as you try to push the word through the fog in your head and out of your mouth. “Y-Yes,” you breathe, voice weak. “Can— ngh— take another.”

You feel his finger inside of you slow then feel the blunt tip of another start to press in with the next thrust. Just the two fingers feel almost overwhelming, a rougher feel than Soul’s tongue, but your walls, relaxed from three orgasms, take him in without protest.

Keeho’s thumb on your clit falters when he sees how easily you take him in. “That’s a good girl,” he coos, then pushes both fingers as far as they’ll go.

You whimper, feeling them so deep inside you, deeper than anything you’ve felt. And you’re left wanting more.

“More,” you plead, your hips rolling up to feel them press deeper despite already pushed all the way in. 

You think you see Keeho’s eyes flash with hunger but your mind is far too gone right now to pay close attention. 

“Fuck,” he grunts under his breath. “I’m gonna need you to myself sometime.”

Then he’s fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, his thumb spurring back to life over your clit to match the reckless pace.

You’re thrashing and moaning unabashedly, though you don’t have much control over any of your reactions anymore. Your hips buck up pathetically to meet his pace but he’s far too fast for you to keep up with. He has you feeling like liquid fire as he takes you apart with just his fingers and you can tell there’s no way you’ll last even the next three minutes, far too sensitive to every stimulation.

Then he does something you don’t quite understand. He stops, curls his fingers inside you, then resumes in a way that has the tips of his fingers abusing a spot inside of you that has you feeling the fire all over your body, has you arching off the bed as you scream out his name.

“That’s it,” he whispers, doubling down and pumping his fingers even faster.

But now there’s a new feeling in your gut, something you’re not familiar with at all and something strangely like you might be releasing things you very much don’t want to.

Your hands claw at Keeho’s arm that holds you down, trying to push him off but he’s like iron. “K-Keeho!” You cry through a trembling voice, trying to warn him with wide eyes.

But he doesn’t stop, keeps his heated gaze on your panicked face. “Don’t fight it,” he tells you. His fingers are relentless against that spot inside of you and has you barreling to something much faster than you’re prepared for. “Just give into it. I got you, baby. Come for me.”

That’s when it happens. Liquid, a lot of it, spraying out of you as your body jerks violently through your orgasm.

This one pierces through you harder than the others, electric fire that has your vision white and mind blank for how long, you can’t tell, but you just know that you’re gone. 

It takes you a while to piece yourself whole, barely though. When your vision slowly strings itself back together, it’s to the sight of Keeho staring down at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed and soaked from his chin to his shirt to his forearm with his fingers still buried in you.

You’re struck with the terrifying thought of what you might have just done and you feel yourself grow cold with mortification.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, feeling tears prickle at your eyes as you try to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what just—“

But before you can get far, Keeho grabs your hips and pulls you right back to him, leaning over to crush his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss.

You yelp in pain at the hard clash of teeth and you barely get to process the kiss at all before he pulls back enough to mumble into your lips. “You just squirted,” he says, like he can’t quite believe it himself.

You blink up at him as he stares you down like he wants to ruin you all over again. You had no idea that you could even do that, or that it could be brought out of you so quickly.

Keeho grins at your shock before sealing his lips back over yours, swallowing your little whine of surprise. “I’m keeping you,” he mutters into the kiss as he digs his teeth into your lip. “Jiung can go fuck off, I’m gonna make you squirt for me again.”

You don’t get to protest that you can’t until another voice behind Keeho intercepts.

“Can I now?”

It’s Jiung’s voice, deep and irritated, as you hear it close in.

Your eyes fly open to see Jiung stood over you two by the bed, his hands shoved into his pockets. He doesn’t look happy. He looks impatient, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. 

Keeho still doesn’t pull away from you; his fingers dig deeper into your hips and he kisses you more insistently like he’s trying to take as much as he can before you’re taken away from him.

“Keeho,” Jiung says in a tone that promises threat. It’s a tone that does dangerous things to your brain.

Keeho pulls back from your lips reluctantly, gaze locked onto you as he tells Jiung, “She squirted,” like it’s pertinent information.

It must be, because you see Jiung’s hard expression falter with shock before settling down into something more intense.

“Okay,” he responds slowly. “Now move.”

Keeho rolls his eyes but slowly pulls himself up to his knees, reluctant to let you go. You can see him straining against his sweats and realize with a start that he hasn’t come.

“You haven’t…” You start but break off when both of their eyes fall on you. 

Keeho shakes his head with a lazy grin. “Don’t worry about me.” He pauses then turns to Jiung. “Actually, can I stay and watch?”

Jiung doesn’t hear him, he’s too busy taking in the mess that is you. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze drag down your skin like a tangible force.

“Hm?” He asks, distracted. When he processes the words, he pulls his eyes off of you but it looks like it takes him great effort to. 

Keeho rolls his eyes and adjusts himself with his hand, wincing a little. “Mind if I stay?”

Jiung watches him quietly, considering, before he looks back at you. “That’s up to her.”

You freeze under both of their gazes. As much as the thought intimidates you, you can’t help but feel thrilled by it. Besides, you would feel a little guilty sending Keeho off without any relief even if he can handle it on his own. Everyone else has finished with you, so it would only be fair.

“Fine by me,” you concede, and Keeho lights up.

Jiung interjects before Keeho can celebrate too early. “You can’t interfere,” he says sternly, then points to the reading chair in the corner of the room. “Go sit there.”

“So bossy,” Keeho muses but he’s still grinning as he clambers off the bed and makes his way to his assigned spot. “Just pretend I’m not even here.”

A hard task, considering the fact that you can still see him at the edge of your vision and he has a perfect view of the scene. But the concept of a third party still has your head spinning in a new direction.

Your attention is dragged back to Jiung who climbs onto the bed and sits himself at the end with crossed legs. You pull yourself to sit up on shaky limbs, still recovering from your intense climax, folding your legs over your chest for some semblance of cover.

You’re grateful that Jiung doesn’t look like he’s ready to pounce anytime soon, eager for the chance to recover for whatever he might have in store for you.

That makes you wonder what it is that Jiung chose for his turn. You’re well aware of his dislike for physical contact so you’re not sure how to picture him in this setting.

Though the way his dark eyes settle on you, ready to tear you apart with just his gaze alone, has you questioning everything you know about him.

“You haven’t been drinking your water,” he says plainly, and even just that simple observation, the thought of him being upset with you in any capacity, keeps you on your toes.

It’s his voice, you think, that drives you crazy; a deep timbre that invades every corner of your head and settles at the base of your chest. Like it crawls everywhere around you and holds you down under its submission without your say.

You snap out of your trance when he narrows his eyes impatiently at you, flushing. “Oh.” You look over at the bottle that remains nearly full.

Looking at it makes you realize just how parched you are so you snatch it and swig down nearly half the litre. You think you might hear Jiung mutter something along the lines of, “Told you idiots to make sure she stays hydrated,” to the side of the room.

You place the water back down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You feel better despite the physical weight of your body trying to lull you down but your mind is still wide awake and on high alert.

You turn your attention back and see that Jiung is still watching you intently, now leaning back casually on his palms. The silence has you itching to break it and ask him about the question that’s lingering in your head but you’re a little intimidated by his gaze.

“Spit it out.”

You nearly jump from his sudden voice cutting through the silence. “Huh?”

“I can see you’re thinking something,” he says, tilting his head slightly. His face is impassive; you’ve never really been able to tell what he’s thinking during quiet moments. But he has no problems reading you. “What is it?”

You bite down on your lip as you wrap your arms defensively around yourself. “You don’t like touch,” you start.

He raises a brow before nodding slowly. “That’s true.”

“So…” You continue, struggling to hold eye contact. “How does this work then?”

You’re not sure what to make of the slow smile that climbs up his lips. It’s not one of his bright, sunny ones. It’s a quieter, more calculating slant of his lips that has you wishing you’d just kept shut.

“Simple,” he answers. “I’m not going to touch you.”

Now you’re confused, but more than that, you’re disappointed. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining his voice deepening by the second. “I’m going to talk you through touching yourself.”

When he sees the blank look in your eyes, his smile widens, almost fond but more so like he enjoys watching you flounder about.

“I’m going to tell you what to do,” he continues, “and you’re going to do as I say. Okay?”

You’re starting to realize where this is heading and the thought floods you with embarrassment. “You’re just going to… watch?” You ask, then glance over at Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold with rampant attention as he traces his thumb lazily over his clothed erection.

“Sure,” Jiung answers, pulling your eyes back to him. “If that’s what you want.”

You’re reminded of what Intak had told you; that you’re the one who holds the power here. You haven’t exactly tested how much of that is true but now you’re starting to think it’s a viable option for you whenever you’d like it. 

It’s that knowledge that has you straightening with a newfound courage. “Okay.”

His brows raise at you, that tiny smile still on his lips. “Yeah?” He asks, and it’s a little bit infuriating that he’s still looking at you like you’re a cute, clueless little thing.

“Yes,” you say firmly, meeting his eyes. “Now are you going to get on with it? Isn’t your little time limit ticking away?”

His jaw ticks at your sudden pushing. “I have some leeway, considering some people—“ He throws a sharp eye over to Keeho, “—don’t have manners.”

“Hey,” Keeho cuts in, indignantly. “Shota was eating my time.”

But he goes ignored as Jiung focuses back on you. “Fix your pillows and lean back. Get comfortable.”

A part of you wants to defy just to see what he does but you find yourself falling prey to the cadence of his voice yet again. You’ve always been a sucker for it. More often than not, you’ve completely zoned out to just listen to the sound of voice rather than what he’s trying to explain to you in the studio, leaving you in an awkward situation when he catches on. You think maybe this is his way of getting back at you with it somehow.

Once you’ve stacked all your pillows behind you, you lean back and settle down, your knees still pulled up to your chest. You don’t find yourself withering under his gaze anymore, not when you know just the sight of you is having an effect on him too by the way he’s starting to tent in his grey sweats.

“Good,” he comments offhandedly, his eyes moving down to your legs, or rather, trying to see past them. “Open your legs.”

When you hesitate, he shoots a sharp look up at your face that has your legs immediately pushing apart to reveal all of yourself to him, your knees bent at your sides. 

You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and hear the faint shake of his breath when his eyes catch onto your core, still glistening. It’s starting to pool with a new wave of arousal that’s brought on by just the sound of Jiung’s voice.

His eyes move away with effort and rake up your body, stopping at your chest. “Anyone touched them yet?”

You’re still a little blindsided by how casually he— all of them, really— talk about all of this but you figure it’s about time to just get used to it. “Intak and Soul.”

He hums. “Expected. Play with them.”

It takes a second for you to process the command but when you do, it’s like your hands glide up your body on their own. You’ve never thought to stimulate your chest before on your solitary nights, but now that you know it’s a valid option thanks to Intak, that you’re sensitive there, you’re not opposed to it. You’re just not prepared for your first time touching yourself there to be in front of Jiung.

You take the soft mounds in your hands and squeeze gently. You’re surprised to find it a pleasant sensation under your own touch but it might also just be from the two sets of eyes watching your every move.

“Play with your nipples,” Jiung tells you, shifting slightly in his seat. His eyes are locked onto your hands. “Use your thumbs— yeah, just like that.”

You sigh softly as your thumbs circle around the already stiff peaks, feeling the soft burn of the stimulation spread throughout your chest. You take one between your fingers and tug gently, drawing a soft whine out of yourself. You nearly miss the way Jiung’s cock jumps against the confines of his revealing sweats.

You try and fail not to let that go to your head as you drag your eyes up to his face, the one so threaded with focus on you it’s nearly maddening.

“Jiung,” you say, voice breathy already. 

He doesn’t move his eyes. “Hm?”

“Take off your hoodie,” you tell him, and that gets his attention. “Wanna see your tattoos.”

You preen internally at the light blush that rises on his cheeks. Like you expected he would have to, he obeys. He tugs the collar of his purple hoodie up and pulls it off himself in one smooth go, tossing it to the corner of the bed.

Your hands falter on yourself as your eyes rake over the ink on his pale skin; vines and leaves adorning the sides of his ribs, butterflies tracing over his abs and trailing tantalizingly down beneath the boxers peaking out of his sweats, and the crescent moon placed centre in his chest.

“Pretty,” you find yourself saying and learn then that Jiung blushes down his chest.

“Take one hand off,” he says hurriedly, like he’s trying to take the situation back under his hand. But you can see the way that his chest has started rising a little more with each breath.

You obey regardless, dropping your right hand in your lap. 

His eyes move back down to your core. “Spread it open,” he says. “Wanna see everything. But don’t touch your clit.”

You lick your lips nervously, feeling your cheeks burn, but you move your right hand down and slide two fingers between your folds making sure to avoid your aching clit. The heat of your own skin is a nice reprieve until you scissor the fingers open, spreading yourself apart and exposing to the cool air.

You can hear his breath hitch as his jaw clenches at the sight. “You’re gushing,” he mutters to himself, an observation you’re well aware of but has you squirming when you hear it aloud. “Take some of it. Circle your clit. Lightly.”

You expected him to make you tease yourself more but with the choppy breaths he’s taking and the short sentences, you sense he’s starting to lose patience. Or lose time. Either way, you don’t deny yourself the pleasure. 

You collect some of the arousal with both of your fingers then drag them up to your clit. You keep your touch light as you circle slowly, sighing deeply at the touch.

You hear a soft grunt to your left and glance over to Keeho. You’d nearly forgotten about him, but the sight of him has your fingers faltering. He has his hand down his sweats, stroking himself slowly. His head is thrown back against the back of the chair, hair messy over his forehead, cheeks flushed, plush lips bitten red and parted as he pants sharply. His eyes are hooded slits as they watch your hand work yourself, fisting his own cock to match the slow pace of your fingers.

Your gaze is pulled back to Jiung when he snaps, “Eyes on me.” His own eyes are impossibly dark and his jaw is set tightly. “Don’t look at him.”

You give him a small nod, whining softly as you focus back on moving your fingers steadily over your aching clit. It’s hard to not notice the way Jiung is straining against his pants.

“Jiung,” you say through a breath, lifting your eyes back to his face. “Touch yourself.”

Your command takes him aback. You can see the conflict in his eyes to put himself in a vulnerable position to not only you, but with Keeho in the room too. 

Sensing his hesitation, Keeho pipes up. “C’mon, Jiung,” he says, voice light despite the strain. His breaths are audible through his words. “You gotta do what she says.”

So you really do have the power here.

You raise your brow challengingly at Jiung and he finally relents, letting his arousal win, though not without sending you a hard look first.

He leans back on one hand before letting the other slip down into his sweats. He grasps himself in a hard squeeze that has him tilting his head back and letting out a low groan. You want to trace the way that his throat shifts around another groan with your tongue.

He rolls his head to the side to focus his gaze back on you. He doesn’t do much with his hand, just lets it rest there and squeeze himself every few seconds.

“How many fingers did Keeho use on you?” He asks. His voice sounds heavier with arousal.

“Two.”

“Put one in. All the way, and don’t stall.”

You can see the impatience worn clearly on his face in furrowed brows and hardened edges. Without delay, you divert your hand and push your middle finger into yourself in one smooth slide. Even as it presses all the way in you find yourself mourning Keeho’s longer, thicker ones.

“Good girl,” Jiung praises and it goes straight to your cunt, making it pulse around your finger. “In and out, slowly— yeah, just like that.” He looks in a near trance at the way your walls suck your finger in with each languid thrust, leaking steadily around it.

You see his hand start to move now as he starts to stroke himself slowly to match the pace of your finger.

You find yourself cursing those grey sweats for blocking your vision. 

“Stop,” you tell him, and he pauses his hand with a confused albeit annoyed look on his face. “I wanna see you.”

His jaw ticks but he doesn’t hesitate this time. He lifts himself a little, pushing his sweats and boxers down just enough to reveal himself before taking his cock back in his hand and squeezing. “Better?” He asks you sardonically.

Yes, you want to say but your voice is stuck in your throat. Because the sight of him, long and hard and a pretty shade of pink as it strains with arousal, has you nearly moaning.

You push your finger into you a little quicker without thinking and Jiung takes that as his answer. “Slow down,” he snaps, and when you do, adds, “Put another one in.”

You push your ring finger in to join, moaning softly at the stretch but it still feels nothing like Keeho’s. When Jiung gives you the go, you pick up the pace again, a little faster by his order.

You try to prod around to reach for that spot that Keeho had practically torn you apart with but you can’t. Jiung notices the frustration on your face and laughs softly. “We’ll get there. Use your other hand on your clit. We need to get another finger in first.”

You bite down on your lip to hold in your whimper. Your other hand, which was just sitting limply against your chest at this point, falls quickly to press tight circles against your clit.

Everything you’re doing to yourself feels better than you’ve ever managed to make yourself feel in the past. Maybe it’s because of the soft grunts and moans and the slick sounds of skin against skin coming from the corner of your room where you’re forbidden to look at; maybe it’s because of the way that Jiung sits pretty in front of you, fisting his own cock to the sight of you getting yourself off; maybe it’s because of the way that he mutters soft praises to you every few moments and urges you to go faster, slower, deeper, shallower; maybe it’s not the commands at all but just his voice— but all of it brings you closer and closer to another daunting climax.

“Put another one in,” Jiung tells you, his breaths coming harder around his words. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his skin as he works himself in tandem to your pace. “Need to get you properly stretched out.”

The implication of those words falls past you as you start to press your index finger in with the others, the stretch making your body tense and your other hand falter.

It burns a little but it burns good. The amount of slick still spilling out of you makes the way in easier, and soon you’re steadily pumping three fingers in while your other hand works your clit again, short moans tumbling out of your lips.

Jiung’s breaths are even more laboured as his fist speeds up over himself, his eyes starting to glass over. He’s fighting against them as they keep trying to flutter shut. He’s starting to sound a little ruined too as he speaks. “Hook your fingers up,” he says, then continues at your confused look. “The spot that you were looking for. Hook your fingers. Up.”

You follow his instructions and crook your fingers, but you still can’t seem to reach it. How Keeho had managed to find it with such scary precision, you desperately want to know.

“I-I can’t,” you whine, hating the desperate sound of your voice but you can feel yourself close, so close, but you need that final edge to push you over. The stimulation to your clit isn’t enough anymore, not after everything you’ve felt tonight.

Jiung starts to look a little panicked as his eyes flick over to your nightstand, and you realize he’s probably running out of time.

“Okay,” he says, his hand pausing over himself when he sees your eyes well with frustration. You see the way his cock twitches as it’s neglected but he ignores it in favour of focusing on you. “I can’t touch you, but just listen to my voice—“

“That won’t be necessary.”

Your head snaps to the left. The sight of Theo standing against the doorway with his arms crossed has a sinking feeling intruding the arousal in your gut. Everything stops, like the moment is waiting with baited breath for Theo to take it under his command.

You’d nearly forgotten that Theo was still to come. And when you realize the only thing that could possibly be left for his turn, your body freezes over.

“Taeyang,” Jiung says after recovering from his surprise. “I still have a few minutes left.”

Theo pushes himself up straight, shutting the door behind him with his foot as he makes his way in. He doesn’t acknowledge Keeho, who’s also stopped still and staring with wide eyes, as he makes his way over to the bed. There’s a small smile on his lips, lazy, like he’s only mildly interested in everything that’s happening.

“I gave you plenty of extra time,” he tells Jiung while keeping his disinterested eyes on you. “And you still failed.”

You bristle under his stare but he’s quickly moving on to focus on Jiung, who’s looking more nervous now than irritated.

“I told you I should’ve gone earlier,” Jiung mutters through grit teeth as Theo circles around the bed to hover over Jiung’s back.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Theo asks coolly. He leans over Jiung’s shoulder and looks down where Jiung is still holding himself in a tight grip. “Did she tell you to touch yourself?”

Jiung doesn’t answer verbally, only nods. 

“Hm…” Theo lowers his head to rest his chin on Jiung’s shoulder, making him flinch at the sudden contact. “Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should’ve focused more on her and less on yourself.”

Jiung works his jaw in frustration but stays still. “You said we should listen to her.”

“Should,” Theo repeats with a grin. “The ‘when necessary’ was implied.”

“Taeyang, I swear—“

Theo doesn’t let him finish. “You’re done with her,” he says, easy and stern, as he lifts himself off of Jiung, leaving the other boy wide eyed and incredulous.

“Are you serious?” He snaps, looking up at him with a glare.

“Very. You know the rules,” Theo answers as he makes his way back around to stand at the side of the bed, between you and Jiung. “Get behind her.”

Jiung’s brows furrow, matching your own confusion. “What?”

Theo simply smiles at Jiung as he reads him his fate. “You’re gonna get behind her so I can fuck her on you. And don't even think about coming.”

You feel your insides churn as the words settle, your hands, after unsheathing from yourself while their attention was off of you, curling into the sheets. Everything Theo is saying is so… casual. But he’s talking about fucking you on top of Jiung. That’s far from casual and far from anything you’re prepared for.

But the look on Jiung’s face tells you he’s having it worse. He pales, throat tight as he asks, “Why?”

“Punishment,” Theo says, like it’s obvious. “We set out on a mission here to show her everything she was missing out on. And you failed. So, punishment.” He leans down, invading Jiung’s space and leveling his condescending gaze inches away from his. “Are we clear?”

You can see Jiung’s face twitch as he restrains himself from lashing out. But then he nods, an act of quick submission that takes you by surprise. You start to wonder just what kind of hold your oldest member has over not just you, but the rest of the group.

Then Theo’s eyes are on you where you’re curled up, trying to shield yourself away from whatever was unravelling in front of you.

“Is that okay with you?” He asks you, voice momentarily shedding that commanding edge.

Honestly, you don’t care what happens anymore as long as you get to come again. Even if the thought of Theo being the one to fuck you to it is daunting, with his domineering aura and seemingly sadistic tendencies. But the part of you that’s still loose in the head from everything that’s happened tonight finds you wanting to give yourself over and let him take care of you, let him show you what you’re missing out on, by his words. Even if it was at the expense of Jiung’s sanity. You’ll pay him back later.

“Fine by me.”

A heavy silence fills the room as the confirmation of what’s about to happen settles in the thick air. 

Until Keeho breaks it with a pouty whine of, “Wait what about me?”

He’s still sitting on the chair, splayed out with his legs spread, elbows on the armrests while one hand squeezed around the base of himself. He’d shoved his pants down so you can actually see just how painfully hard he still is, almost purpling at the tip. Your mouth nearly waters at the thought of running your tongue along the thick vein that you can see protruding along his underside from where you’re sitting.

Theo catches your eye with a questioning brow raise. It’s up to you, he says silently with them.

“He can use my mouth,” you blurt without thinking, taking yourself by surprise.

Theo’s eyes flash in shock but his lips quirk up in a proud little smile. “Only when I say you can,” he tells Keeho, before gesturing him over.

Keeho nearly stumbles as he makes his way over to settle at the edge of the bed before shedding himself out of his clothes. You don’t get long to appreciate the valleys of his tan skin, taut over smooth planes of muscles before you’re distracted by Theo. 

Theo, who’s taking off his shirt and has everything else fade away from your focus when you catch a glimpse of the inked crown on the side of his rib cage.

When Theo notices the room in still motion, he rolls his eyes. “What?” He asks, raising a taunting brow at Jiung. “Do I have to order you to do everything now?”

Jiung’s lips twitch down in a scowl. “No,” he says smoothly despite the sharpness in his eyes. He goes to pull his sweats back up but Theo grabs his ankle and yanks him forward, sending Jiung sprawling on his back with a panicked grunt.

“Off,” Theo says sharply down at him, leaving no room for protest as his hand squeezes tightly around his ankle.

Jiung stares up at Theo with wide eyes, red heat climbing up his neck. You don’t miss the way his cock jumps, and neither does Theo.

But Theo shows him mercy and lets go of him, letting him scramble out of his layers and shuffle to the head of the bed where you are.

Your limbs lock up when Theo turns his full attention to you. He reaches forward and wraps his muscled arms around you to pull you forward as Jiung settles behind you. You relish in the warmth of Theo’s skin before he’s placing you so that your back is laying against Jiung’s front while he’s laid back the pile of pillows you made earlier.

You gasp softly when you fully settle against him, feeling Jiung’s erection prodding at your lower back, stiff and hot against you. You hear Jiung hiss softly softly at the contact behind your head.

His skin is warm and a little damp against your back but the feeling of him behind you, his presence just there, is almost grounding. His hands come up to hold your waist but Theo is quick to interject.

“Don’t touch her,” he says sharply and Jiung immediately fists his hands into the sheets.

You hear a chuckle to your right followed by Keeho’s teasing, albeit a little strained, voice. “I’ve never seen him so obedient.”

Theo glances over to share a playful grin. “You just don’t know how to handle him yet.”

“Even after all these years," Keeho muses dramatically. “Might have to take a lesson or two from you, Taeyang.”

“Can you two shut the fuck up?” Jiung snaps in an uncharacteristic show of short temper.

You haven’t heard him like that in a couple years, but hearing his deep voice right by your ear now, rough and sharp as he speaks, is doing things to your body you don’t want to address.

And of course, Theo catches the way your eyes flutter and you inhale sharply, and you nearly wither away under the devilish grin that curls on his lips. “I knew it,” he says. 

You turn your face away from him. “Know what?”

He grabs your chin to turn your gaze back at him. “Don’t try to hide,” he warns. “It’s a good thing I’m feeling selfish right now or I’d let him help me ruin you.”

The thought of both Theo and Jiung working you over the edge together has your walls fluttering. And of course, Theo notices that too.

“Dirty girl,” he taunts as he climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of you. 

From this close you can see the outline of him, large and heavy, through his loose pants and he’s not even fully hard yet. Your body thrums with nerves at the thought of having to take that size inside of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks you, smug when he sees the way you eye him. “Don’t think you can take it?”

You grit your teeth, meeting his taunting gaze with a sharp one of your own. “Isn’t time ticking, Yangie?”

He takes your chin in his hand, shoving his thumb into your mouth and holding your tongue down. You whine at the sudden intrusion, trying to clamp your mouth down but he’s firm in the way he tugs down and holds you open. “I think that should be the least of your concerns right now.”

Jiung pipes up in your defence behind you. “Are you saying you’re not biding the time limit?” He’s tense behind you, his voice still tight the way he speaks to Theo.

Theo’s eyes lift to Jiung’s over your head. “If it weren’t for me, none of this would be happening,” he says, and there’s no response from Jiung. Theo looks back down to you, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, threatening to nearly gag you. “I think I should get a little leeway for that, shouldn’t I?”

You just glare back at him in response. You’re not sure what it is about him, but he brings out the defiant nature in you. Maybe you just want to see how far you can push.

Theo smiles down at you before pulling his thumb out. “Cute.” Then he’s shoving two of his fingers back in your mouth, deep enough to actually have you gag this time before pulling out halfway and just letting them sit over your tongue.

You blink through the tears that have risen and see that all amusement is gone from Theo’s eyes, leaving cold indifference.

“Do you plan on mouthing off again?” He asks you, in an eerily gentle voice.

You think you might die if things get strung out too long; you’re still aching from not getting to finish from your time with Jiung.

So you shake your head no and Theo pulls his fingers from your mouth. “Good girl,” he says, then moves his hand down to push those fingers into your cunt. 

You gasp sharply, pushing yourself back on Jiung at the sudden invasion, your legs trying to lock shut but Theo keeps them apart. You can feel Jiung’s cock kick against your back but you’re more focused on Theo’s fingers stretching you, shorter than Keeho’s but thicker.

Theo hums, watching your walls squeeze around him as he scissors his fingers open like it’s something clinical, completely ignoring the way you’re whining and writhing at the burn.

“It’ll fit,” he decides before pulling his fingers out.

You let out a shaky breath of relief, your head dropping back on Jiung’s shoulder.

Jiung’s body is taut with restraint behind you, his breaths coming out harshly against your left ear. He’s like stone against your lower back, hot and pulsing. You shift back a little, pushing yourself against his erection and you hear his breath hitch with a quiet whine only you can hear.

“Don’t,” you hear him whisper under his heavy breath. 

It all goes unnoticed by Theo who’s busy working himself out of the rest of his clothes. And you forget all about Jiung when you’re met with the sight of Theo who’s thick enough at only half mast to have your legs clamping shut in fear.

“You’re not going to fit,” you say quickly, panicked as you try to shove yourself further into Jiung. 

“Fuck, stop,” Jiung grunts behind you as he grabs your waist and holds you down to keep you from brushing against him.

Theo doesn’t chastise him but he does point you with a sharp look as he takes a hold of himself, stroking slowly. “You can take it,” he says, using his free hand to pry your knees apart again. “You’ve been preparing the whole night for it. It’ll fit.”

“Still,” you whine, feeling your head rush as you watch him thicken in his grasp. 

You’re still squirming yourself out of Theo’s grip despite him getting increasingly annoyed. 

“Jiung, hold her legs open.”

You hear Jiung scoff over your ear. “I thought you didn’t want me to touch her.”

One sharp look from Theo has Jiung reaching around you to grab you under your knees and pull your legs apart, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to Theo.

You turn your face into Jiung’s neck to hide, still trembling in his hold. You can’t help but feel a little humiliated being pried open like this in front of them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes.

The press of soft, plush lips against your jaw has you peeking out to see Theo an inch from your face and looking down at you with a softer edge to his still heated gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures you. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Your eyes flutter closed as you try to take ahold of your uneven breaths. This is your Theo, the one who gives you the sweater off his back when you’re cold, the one who gives you his seat when everything else is taken, the one who’s always the first to make you laugh when you’re down. You take a deep breath and open your eyes, blinking away the tears.

“Yeah,” you breathe, peering up into his eyes, easing down at the soft smile that grows on his lips. “I trust you.”

He lets his eyes linger in yours, searching for any more signs of distress. When he doesn’t find any, he leans forward to press his lips to yours.

The kiss is gentle, grounding, caring— everything your Theo is.

But the soft spell is broken when you feel the blunt head of his cock against your clit. 

He swallows the moan right from your lips before he lifts from the kiss, meeting your wide eyes with his that have lost the softness in them.

“You’re gonna take it for me, ‘kay?” That stony edge to his voice is back and you find yourself falling under its weight.

You nod quickly and Theo kisses you again, hard and searching as he drags the head of his cock down to your entrances and pushes.

You pull back from the kiss, tossing your head back over Jiung’s shoulder as you let out a broken cry. The stretch of him is nearly unbearable and all encompassing. And it’s only just the tip that breaches into you.

Theo’s forehead drops to your shoulder with a strained grunt, his own body going taut. “Fuck,” he hisses, overwhelmed by how tight your walls are around him.

Your eyes blur with tears as you blink up at the ceiling, breaths stuttering past your lips.

“Just breathe,” you hear Jiung’s soothing voice whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against it as he speaks. “Breathe. You got it.”

You follow his voice, follow his instructions as he guides you through taking Theo to the hilt. You open up slowly, swallowing deep breaths to let your body relax and open up for him. The sweet words from Jiung’s lips— that's it, you’re doing so good for us, so good, just keep breathing, such a good girl— guide you through the paces until Theo buries himself fully inside of you with a deep, shuddering sigh.

“Atta girl,” Theo whispers in your other ear, pressing a quick kiss to it. His voice is rough, strained, and somehow still condescending. “Told you you could take it.”

You whine softly in response because your ability to speak, or think even, is muddled out by the full feeling of him practically tearing you open from the inside. But despite it all, it’s a stretch that has you pulsing around him, like your walls are trying to keep him buried inside of you and keep you full.

Theo grunts at the way your body just sucks him in. His hands brace tightly against your hips before, without a warning, he starts to pull out.

The feeling is just as intense, has you crying out and has tears slipping down your face. But he’s not so patient this time. He pulls out in an agonizing drag until just the tip remains before he slowly pushes back in in that same, torturous drag.

It continues like that, until your cries of pain fade into short, rapid moans as the stretch burns away into pleasure.

Your eyes are blurry and your mind is half there, but you can still make out Theo’s strained words clearly. “Taking me so well,” he says through a grunt as he snaps his hips into you at a pace that’s steadily increasing. “Fit so nice and— ah, fuck— like you were made to take me.” He drops his forehead to yours, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming over his skin as his blown eyes bear down on yours. “Weren’t you?”

Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth so you whine in response, eyes fluttering.

“Yeah you were,” he breathes then pushes into you with a sharp thrust that has you moaning sharply, your hands scrambling to grab onto his arms. “Just made for my cock.”

His hips start to speed up, making sure to drive all the way into you with each thrust. Your body bucks up with each snap, sending you rocking steadily on top of Jiung’s cock.

Jiung is barely holding on behind you; his hands shake as they try desperately to keep you open for Theo, his breaths laboured as they fall rapidly from his lips, his cock throbbing under each rock of your body. It takes great effort to hold back from coming, but he’s already far too close to the edge to where he knows it won’t be possible to hold back for long.

He peers over your trembling body to look up at Theo, his eyes prickling with tears from how painful it’s becoming to hold back.

“Taeyang,” he whispers, and the way Theo’s eyes snap from yours to his, fiery charcoal burning into his own, has him nearly toppling over the edge. He hopes the pleading look on his face is enough to get his question across. But the devil doesn’t make fair deals and Jiung’s got one holding his fate.

“No,” Theo tells him before he turns back to you and starts driving his hips even faster, tossing Jiung right into his own personal little hell as he lays there, neglected and forced to just take.

Theo feels nearly manic at the sigh of both you and Jiung under him, crying for him. But the sight is just too pretty and your walls are so warm as they swallow him in with each rough thrust, that he feels too high off of the power to let it go just yet.

Your eyes are unfocused on him, mind truly well and fucked out after the hours of constant stimulation. There’s a steady stream of moans and whines and babbles of please, please, please’s from your lips that he’s sure you’re not even aware of that spills into the thick air between you.

It goes straight to his cock, pulsing inside of you. But he holds back; he’s not close to done with you yet.

“You’re so noisy,” you hear Theo scold you lightly. 

You can’t process much except for the heavy pressure pounding between your hips at a steady pace and the strokes of fire that spreads from it.

But you hear the command clearly as he glances over at Keeho to your right. “Do something about it, won’t you?”

Before you know it, there's a blunt pressure prodding between your lips. As if on instinct you turn your head and let your jaw fall open to accept Keeho into your mouth, throbbing and salty on your tongue as he starts to shallowly fuck into your mouth.

His face is strained as he looks down at you, eyes wide and glazed over in pure lust. He fists a hand into your hair and holds you in place as he starts to pick up the pace, though it’s already stuttering. 

“M’not gonna last long, pretty,” he pants, hissing with each thrust in. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”

You moan around him at a harsh thrust from Theo, a sound that has Keeho’s cock twitching in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he snaps, his hand gripping tightly into your hair and sending sharp prickles of pain through your scalp. “Fuck it.” 

Then he’s driving his cock deeper into your mouth at a rapid pace, nearly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust and leaving you gagging each time. But he doesn’t stop, just drives into you, pushing your head into him as he fucks into your warm, pliant mouth. “Take it, take it, take it.”

He comes with a loud, strained moan, pushing your head into his pelvis as he pushes all the way in and spills down your throat, cock twitching as it pulses around him.

It’s the way that your head goes floaty when his cock cuts off your air and you’re forced to swallow his cum, and the way that Theo circles his thumb around your throbbing clit, that does you in.

Your body thrashes in Jiung’s hold as your orgasm rips through you. You moan loudly around Keeho’s cock still buried in you as you come over Theo’s cock, tears streaming down your face and your nails digging roughly into Theo’s arms.

You feel Theo’s pace falter as you tremble through your climax, coughing when Keeho finally pulls out of your mouth. 

You’re pretty sure you’re dead where you lay atop Jiung, still rattling from the orgasm as you come down from it.

But Theo doesn’t even give you the chance to recover from it before he resumes fucking you into the mattress, Jiung too by proxy, at the same rough pace.

Oversensitive and overwhelmed, you start clawing at Theo’s arms again, your body thrashing without your control. “T-Tae—!” Your voice breaks off before you can finish. You’re not sure when you’d started sobbing. 

“Five,” Theo grits through his teeth, eyes still swollen black with desire and lust-drunk mania. He’s panting from the effort of fucking into you at the same, maddening pace. “Promised you six. You’re gonna come for me again.” His breaths are short, and his hips are starting to stutter, but he doesn’t slow down. 

You try to protest and tell him that you can’t, but then he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing down on the sides with his fingers and you get that floaty feeling in your head again, like you’re lifting out of your body. Your body’s starting to feel numb but you also feel everything all at once and you’re not even sure where you’re last orgasm ends, if it even did, and the next one starts, but you’re coming again, body quivering, eyes rolling back, jaw falling open in a silent cry.

The sight tips Theo right over the edge with you as he fucks into you hard, one, twice, three times before he shoved himself all the way in and paints you deep within your walls with hot ropes of his release. He plasters himself down on you as his body gives out but his hips are still grinding into you, rocking his cum deep into you.

You’re not sure when you had passed out— or, did you pass out?— but when you blink your eyes slowly open you’re met with Keeho and Theo’s concerned faces peering down at you.

As soon as your eyes open, their faces wash over in instant relief.

“Thank god, she’s fine,” Keeho says, dropping his head low and sighing in relief. 

Theo turns to Keeho and whacks him on the back of his head. “I told you I didn’t fuck her dead, you idiot.”

Keeho yelps and lifts his head with a glare. “Well, what else was I supposed to think, she went out!”

Theo just glares back at him in silence.

Okay, so you did pass out. But you don’t feel quite awake just yet either, at least not physically. Your bones feel like ten tonne bricks, there’s a sticky soreness thrumming between your hips, and every movement takes a Herculean effort as you try to shift.

The pair of arms wrapped around you, trapping your arms under them, prevents you from moving. You try to shift again but the arms clamp down even tighter and a tiny panicked gasp hits you behind your ear. Jiung.

That’s when you feel it— the thick dampness splattered along your back and Jiung’s softened cock pushed against the small of your back. 

“Hey.” Your focus snaps back onto Keeho as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”

You blink up at him. Besides the heavy limbs, the sore throat, the somewhat bearable ache between your legs, and your syrupy mind, you feel fine— good, even.

“Yeah,” you say, taking all of you by surprise at how croaky your throat is.

Theo turns back to glare at Keeho. “You went too hard on her.”

Keeho whips his head to him, flabbergasted. “You’re one to talk!”

“Guys,” you groan, trying your best to blink yourself out of the fog that’s making your brain feel like soup. “Quiet, please.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Keeho amends quickly. “C’mere, let’s get you in a bath.” 

He reaches forward to pick you up but Jiung’s arms clamp down on you again and yanks you right back down, refusing to let you out of his arms.

Theo and Keeho both turn to Jiung, identical expressions of shock worn on their faces at the uncharacteristic show of clinginess.

“Ji?” Theo asks, reaching past you to touch Jiung but you feel Jiung’s face bury into your shoulders.

Your mind snaps almost fully awake when you feel his lashes flutter against the skin on your neck, damp with tears.

“I didn’t mean to,” you hear him mumble into your shoulder in a tiny voice.

You know what it means, but you let Theo and Keeho figure it out on their own. Theo gets to the answer quicker, a fond but teasing smile pulling on lips.

“You just couldn’t hold yourself back, could you?” He teases, reaching over to affectionately scratch at Jiung’s head but Jiung buries his head further into you and away from the touch.

“I tried,” you hear him whisper. “‘M sorry.”

You feel a wave of fondness wash over you at how small he sounds. He’s never this clingy, never this whiney, and it makes you want to bury him in your arms despite the fact that you can still feel his cum drying against your back.

Keeho seems to feel the same sentiment as he surges forward and somehow wraps his arms around both you and Jiung. 

“He’s so cute,” Keeho coos and that seems to snap Jiung out of it a little, his usual grumpy tone back into his voice as he tells Keeho to fuck off.

You can’t help but giggle at their antics, a sound that has everyone stop short and stare down at you.

Your laugh fades out at the attention. “What?”

Theo’s smile is soft as he pulls the blanket off of the floor and throws it on top of you. “Nothing,” he says, tucking the blanket around the three of you.

“I didn’t think cuddling was offered,” you mumble, but being sandwiched between Keeho and Jiung is something you really can’t complain about.

“You get the full package,” Keeho says, running his hand through your hair, fingers gently scratching down your scalp.

You hum under the touch, eyes fluttering closed. It makes you almost want to purr. “I don’t remember paying for a full package.”

“You’re not paying us at all,” Keeho states.

“Should I?”

He whacks you atop the head with the hand that was carding through your hair and you nearly whine at the loss of his fingers digging into your scalp. “We’re not cheap whores,” he scolds you lightly.

“No, but you sure act like ‘em,” you say then snicker at the affronted look on his face.

“You seemed into it though,” Theo points out as he climbs back into bed, damp towel in his hand and sweatpants back on. You didn’t know when he’d left.

Your cheeks heat at the accusation. “Kinda hard not to be,” you mutter, turning your face into the pillow. 

You inhale sharply when you feel the hot towel press against your back.

“Sorry,” you hear Jiung mumble before he makes quick work of wiping down your back then between your legs, making sure to be careful but even the slightest touch has you twitching and whining.

You feel better wiped clean, comfortable enough to where you start to doze off. But a sharp poke to the forehead has you blinking your eyes open and glaring at Theo, who’s hovering over you with an arm braced between you and Keeho. 

“What?” You snap.

He raises a brow at you. “Well?” 

“Well what?”

“Did we prove you wrong or what?”

You groan as you try to roll away but he drops himself on your chest, effectively trapping you. “Do I really have to say it?”

You feel Keeho’s lips brush against the apple of your cheek, can practically hear the smile in his voice. “It would be nice.”

You sigh deeply. You figure it’s the least you can do, considering the fact that they’d just turned your world upside down. And probably ruined sex with anyone else for the rest of your life.

“Fine,” you huff, trying to come off as gravely inconvenienced but the grin on Theo’s lips has your own smile growing. “Yes, you proved me wrong. Six times over.”

Theo chuckles, breath brushing over your lips as he rests his chin on your chest. “You’re welcome,” he says cheekily and has your eyes rolling fondly.

“So…” Keeho trails off, pulling your eyes to him. He’s trying to smother down his up-to-no-good smile, but failing miserably. “Who was your favourite?” He asks, because of course he would. 

You scrunch your nose, pretending to think. “Definitely not Theo,” you settle on, glaring lightly down at Theo’s still smug face. “He’s an asshole.”

Theo pouts dramatically, not even bothering to be actually offended. “Is that any way to treat the guy who just gave you six orgasms?” 

“What is wrong with you?”

Jiung, who’s still tucked into your side, bristles at that. “Why are you taking credit for all of it?” Jiung grumbles into your shoulder, refusing to detach from you.

“Again, none of this would have happened without me,” Theo answers like it’s just the simple truth. 

You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Okay, then next time we’ll just leave you out of it completely.”

You don’t even get the chance to process your own words before the door to your bedroom is slamming open and Intak, Soul, and Jongseob come crashing down to the floor in a pile of messy limbs, cursing and clawing at each other as they try to untangle themselves.

Intak elbows the other two away and lifts himself up above them, looking up at you with the eyes and eager grin of someone who’s just been told they were nominated for a Grammy. “Next time?”

Jongseob and Soul stop clawing at Intak to look up at you, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

You blink at them, then turn to Theo, who’s looking at you with the same curiosity. Jiung and Keeho’s eyes burn into the sides of your face.

You don’t even have to think twice as you’re dropping your head back on the pillow and smiling up at the ceiling, a deep satisfaction settling in your chest much like the dull, aching one between your legs.

“Next time.”

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“intak your lips are all red now” you say trying to pull back from him with a smile on your face. he looked too lost in you to even care about how he looked, his sight not leaving your lips for one second.

“shh i couldn’t care less” he says urging you back against his lips, pressing your waist against his front with one of his hands as the other cups your cheek gently deepening the kiss.

intak absolutely loved kissing, he could go for hours making out with you and wouldn’t care to stop for anything else other than breathing when extremely necessary. but this was counterproductive when you joined him on tour, since often times you would find yourselves locked inside a tiny supply closet next to the dressing rooms, hiding before intak’s performance with the group, just to kiss like drunk teenagers.

“you have- to go-” he whines when you separate from him to speak “-on stage now!” you finish saying in between kisses “you can’t go like this” you finish, finally managing to pull back from him as he rests his head against the wall, with the biggest grin on his face.

“oh my god you look insane” you cup his chin and examine his face while quickly trying to clean all the smudged red tint off him “I shouldn’t have wore my red lipstick today” his hands fall to your lower back and he pulls you further into him, kissing the tip of your nose. “it’s my favorite on you, you look beautiful”

holding eye contact, you instantly melt into him and right when he’s about to kiss you again you move your face to the side, making him kiss and softly bite the hem of your cheek “you’re mean” he whines, pressing his fingers into your waist to make you giggle “don’t reject my kisses like that”

who were you trying to fool? he always got his way, no matter how much you tried you always melted into him and gave in. kissing him felt like a trip to heaven, as if you were getting drunk by the taste of his puffy -now red- lips, and the low grunts that escaped his mouth when you pressed yourself onto him or pulled his hair to deepen the kiss.

that’s until you hear three loud knocks on the other side of the door. you both freeze in an instant.

someone clears his throat, “hey guys, um” it’s keeho “i don’t mean to interrupt and i don’t wanna know what you’re doing in there” you both giggle complicitly and you rest your forehead against intak’s chest trying not to laugh “…but we go on stage in 10 minutes, we uh… kinda need intak”

shit, you lost track of time.

“babe you better go, the stylists are going to kill you” you say, quickly scattering around trying to fix his clothes and hair.

“one last kiss please pretty” he begs and you comply, smiling onto his lips “now go!” you say, urging him out of the closet.

he gets out and you hear keeho’s loud snort “damn what the hell happened to you?”

[boptak]

soo… i’m writing a intak toxic ex situationship drabble and it’s coming out a little longer than I expected😭 i got carried away…

if anyone wants a tag lmk! (will be 18+/suggestive so mdni!) and to the anon that requested tysm i promise it’s coming lolol

[jiuchip]

friendly fire || choi jiung & hwang intak (18+)

➻ pairing | jiung x reader x intak ➻ synopsis | you’re tired of being the center point of this never ending tug of war you didn’t sign up for. when things get overwhelming with intak and jiung persistently vying for your attention at your new year’s party, you decide to put an end to it with a little friendly competition.

➻ details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), smut, m/f/m, some m/m, intak & jiung don't like each other, jealousy, tension, kissing, meandom!jiung, switch!intak, switch!reader, oral (f. rec), fingering, choking, dry humping, coming in pants, power dynamics, orgasm control, edging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, everyone starts off very mildly drunk, race against time, porn with very little plot ➻ length | 10.5k

➻ requested by @mellownorth! 𓆩⟡𓆪 note || this is my early new year's gift to you <3 PLEASE LEAVE ALL SENSE OF LOGIC AT THE DOOR thank yew

You’ve been feeling it all night. The weight of their stares. You’ve been feeling it since the day you met them but it feels particularly suffocating tonight.

Jiung and Intak are good friends of yours; sweet and kind and always there to lend a hand. But man are they obvious about their not-so-friendly feelings about you. It’s not just you who’s privy to their affections and their quiet competition; the rest of the band and everyone in your circle of friends have noticed the simmering tension between the two of them whenever it comes to you.

You can’t lie, you like the extra attention, the extra favours, and the extra flattery both of them pay you. But it gets to a point where it’s a little bit unbearable, especially with their offhanded sniping at each other and you being stuck in the middle trying to mediate. You’re feeling the pressure of their hovering and their lingering gazes even more tonight, on a night that’s supposed to be fun and free.

So to ease your slowly fraying nerves, you might have taken a shot or two faster than you should have that sent your head spinning. You’re not drunk from them but you can definitely feel the effects as you stumble your way to the kitchen to escape the crowd, to escape them.

But of course, like an emotionally attached puppy, one of them trails in after you.

“Hey,” Intak says, a little louder than necessary, probably from being a little liquor-loose. “You okay?”

You brace yourself against the kitchen counter with both hands and take a deep breath in before smiling at him over your shoulder, a little too wide to be genuine. “I’m okay! Just needed a little break from out there. Might’ve taken that second shot too quickly.”

“Oh!” He says, immediately springing into action. “Let me get you some water!” He rummages through cabinets to find a glass for you in such a hurry like it’s of the utmost importance that you’re tended to.

You watch him as he so earnestly fetches you the water, a little pout of concentration on his lips. It’s sweet of him, and really, you can’t find yourself staying too upset in his presence, not when he’s making sure you’re taken care of. Especially not when he’s aiming that cute little smile at you as he hands you the glass.

“Thank you, Taki,” you say as you take the glass and he beams like the sun. One of your favourite pastimes is to figure out all the ways you can get that smile out of him, which really doesn’t take much from you, but the most effective way is calling him by that nickname. It endears you, makes you warm all over to be the subject of that smile. You find yourself smiling back at him over the glass as you sip on the water.

“So…” He slides himself closer to you, standing with his back against the counter as he looks down at you with that same grin. “You got any New Year’s resolutions?”

You put the glass on the counter and look up at him, mirroring his position. “Hm… I have one,” you say and he leans in to hear you better. You lean in too then whisper it to him like it’s a secret. “I don’t want to be single next year.”

His eyes practically light up, and you feel a little cruel for possibly stringing him along, but he just makes it so easy for you to poke at him. He’s cute, very cute, and you can’t help but want to play with him in a fond sort of way. You like Intak when he’s on his own. It’s just when the other one is around that he becomes a bit of a problem.

“Oh, that’s cool,” he says, throwing in a little shrug to come off as nonchalant as possible. You have to hold in your snort. “Any prospects in your sight then?”

“There might be” you say, bumping your shoulder to his. “Why?”

He immediately flusters, cheeks tinging pink. “Just curious!” He says and clears his throat when it cracks midway, cheeks going aflame. “You deserve a good guy. So you know, I just wanted to know if you have, uh, one of those…”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “You just want to know if it’s Jiung, don’t you?” It’s not confrontational, you just want to tease him a little, see how much he’s willing to admit. You’ve never failed to see right through him.

He blinks at you, jaw going a little slack at being so bluntly called out. “I…” He looks like he’s about to argue against it but then thinks better. “Well, is—?“

Like the devil being invoked with the call of his name, Jiung’s voice cuts in before Intak can finish. “What about me?”

You curse internally. You shouldn’t have said his name.

You turn to see Jiung at the doorway, watching you both with an unreadable expression on his face and twirling a beer bottle in his hand. He’s wearing a black formal shirt with thin white stripes tucked into black jeans. You’re not used to seeing him in more formal looks like this, but it suits him quite well, you think. It accentuates the commanding sort of vibe that you’ve learned to associate with him.

The air immediately shifts as Jiung and Intak lock eyes, and it almost feels like you’ve stopped being the important thing in the room, like you’re not even there anymore for a stilted moment. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for what is sure to be another charged, uncomfortable spar of unspoken words.

“Nothing,” Intak says, standing to his full height. Something you’ve noticed he does more often whenever Jiung is near. Must be a testosterone thing, you figure; asserting dominance with his advantage in height.

Jiung saunters in casually, eyes lingering on Intak with a thin veil of heat under his gaze as he makes his way to your other side. Then it shifts to you and he gives you one of those warm smiles of his that have always done wonders to wind you down. You return the smile, feeling the effects of it already.

This is a position you find yourself in too often these days; caught between the two of them.

“Drink?” Jiung asks, holding the lip of his beer bottle up to your mouth with one of his ringed hands. Hands that you sometimes find yourself trying not to leer at. Hands that he knows he has to his advantage, if the little smirk on his lips is anything to go by when he sees your eyes lingering there a little too long.

Before you can respond, Intak is cutting in to answer for you. “No, she’s already had enough.”

Jiung’s eyes flit up over your head to look at Intak and the warmth behind his smile is immediately undercut by the cold in his gaze. “I think she can answer for herself.”

“What, are you trying to get her drunk?”

“That’s immediately where your head goes? I was just offering her a drink.”

You lower your head, sighing in exasperation. If you don’t cut this off now you’re in for an even longer night.

“And I told you, she’s—“

“Guys,” you cut in, voice raised an octave higher.

They immediately silence and you feel both pairs of eyes bearing down on you. You could get upset, scold them both for tiring you out with their catfighting the past few months, but a part of you loves the attention and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardise it.

You look up at Jiung and give him one of your disarming smiles that has the ice immediately melting away. “I’m okay, but thank you for the offer.”

“Told you,” mutters Intak petulantly. You put your hand on Intak’s elbow and he immediately mellows out too, leaning subconsciously into your touch.

You peel yourself away from the counter to stand in front of them, to escape the thick wall of tension they carry between them whenever you’re in the picture. “Actually,” you start, basking in the way they hang onto every word from your lips like you’re spewing prophecy. “I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest for a while. Take a bit of a break from socializing.”

You hope that they take the hint to leave you alone for a while but it’s almost amusing how they understand the complete opposite and jump at the opportunity, rushing to reach your side. The amusement trickles away when, once again, you’re caught between their crystal veneer of icy disdain.

“I can take her up,” Intak says just as Jiung tells you, “I’ll take you.”

Your eye twitches, and it's not from the late hour or the alcohol.

You can sense them rearing to start up another argument so you place your hands on their chests, the touch settling them down like a silent command.

“Why don’t you both take me up?” You offer because you realize there’s really no way out of this. Your careful grip on your calm demeanor is slowly slipping and you really don’t need things blowing up on what’s supposed to be a fun party to end off the year. You should play the good hostess and do what it takes to prevent that, even if it’s at the risk of your own sanity.

Surprisingly, they relent, though not without another ‘subtle’ glare shared between them over your head. They both go to place a hand on your lower back but accidentally brush against each other so they quickly divert with Jiung’s hand pressing higher against your back and Intak’s going respectfully lower. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or roll your eyes.

“Come on.” Intak urges you forward and the three of you make the climb up to the second floor, away from the noise and the people.

It’s silent through the trip to your room. Neither of them detach from you as you make your way to your bed until you take a seat at the foot of it, at which they reluctantly let their hands slide off. They don’t move away though, they just hover by where you sit, seemingly in a silent conversation with each other if their shifting eyes and twitching expressions were anything to go by. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re trying to convince the other to leave.

“Why don’t you both sit?” You ask instead, patting the bed on either side of you. Maybe you can magically convince them to be comfortable with spending time with you at the same time so you don’t have to live with any more awkwardness; you could do with a New Year’s miracle.

Their response to you, as usual, is immediate. They slide into the spots not bothering to leave any space between them and you, but at least they’re behaving and not barking at each other like very unthreatening dogs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room before,” Jiung says, glancing around before tilting his head towards you with a cute smile. “It’s very you.”

“Very pretty,” Intak adds smoothly with an equally cute grin, bumping his shoulder into yours.

Despite it all, you find yourself charmed by him, as always, and bump your shoulder back to his. “You flatter me.”

Jiung scoffs, ‘hiding’ his distaste behind a forged smile. “There he goes again,” he says, teasingly, but you can hear the condescension behind his words. “Flirting with anything that smiles at him.”

Intak doesn’t look miffed for a change; he looks cocky as he leans forward to look over at Jiung with an equally feigned smile. “Are you mad I have game?”

“No, but I suppose your game doesn’t come with decorum, does it?” Jiung fires back easily.

“Guys—” You try to intercept again but your plea falls on deaf ears this time.

“You wanna talk about decorum?” Intak asks, his smile now more of a scowl. “How about not butting in where you’re not concerned?”

Jiung’s smile twitches into something more dangerous, heated with warning. “How’s Suni by the way?” He pivots away, says that name dripping with vitriol. “You talked to her tonight yet? I think she was looking for you earlier.”

You couldn’t care less about who Suni was but Jiung seems all too satisfied with himself when Intak turns a shade paler. Intak turns to you and opens his mouth to defend himself but you’re pushing yourself up to your feet.

“Guys!” You snap, facing them with a glare. “I swear, if I have to bring this into the New Year with me, I’m going to blow both of your brains out and then my own.”

That shuts them up. They blink owlishly at you, shocked at your sudden outburst. You’ve never been pushed to the point of shouting at them before but you really don’t think you can take another day of tiptoeing around this.

You take a deep breath to get a handle on your tone. No time like the present to get to the bottom of whatever the hell this is, you think to yourself. “You both want me right?”

They both look taken aback by the question, scandalized almost. “How’d you know?” Intak asks earnestly, like he hasn’t been overtly flirting with you and trying to ask you out without asking you out for the past three months.

“You can’t be serious right?” You raise your brow at them. “You’re the two most obvious idiots I know.”

When they start avoiding your gaze and squirming, looking equally chastised, you sigh and take your seat between them again. “Look,” you start, then pause to pick your next words carefully. Your eyes shift to the clock which reads a little before 11pm, and you remind yourself that you really don’t want to drag this issue into the New  Year with you, a year you promised yourself would be all about solutions and not problems. So, you make an executive decision. 

“You both want me?” You wait for an affirmative nod from both of them before continuing. “You have over an hour until the New Year. Figure it out by then or neither of you will see this room again.”

You’re not even sure what it is you’re proposing, but you’re just praying they’ll come to some sort of solution on their own. And if this chases them away from you, you can just find a new plaything next year.

They stare at you, trying to figure out what exactly you’re proposing. When they come to some sort of understanding, they start sizing each other up and you’re getting the creeping suspicion that you’re gonna have to clean blood off the floors if you don’t intervene.

“Punches allowed?” Intak says, pulling off his baby blue sweater to reveal a white tee, leaving his tan and toned arms exposed. You try not to stare but you don’t think he’d mind so you do it anyway.

Jiung rolls his eyes as he starts rolling up his sleeves, pale, veiny forearms joining Intak’s arms for your viewing pleasure. “How else would we do it?” He snarks. 

You snap yourself out of your leering when the words register in your head. “No!” You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “Nothing bloody or violent.”

You’re met with more silence as you search the ceiling for some sort of divine intervention and when you lift your head again, you’re met with the sight of them having another one of their silent conversations. But this one doesn’t seem to be an argument.

You nearly flinch when they both turn their heads to you simultaneously after some time, fixing you with a calculating look that is eerily similar to each other; one you’ve seen both of them wear when they’re trying to figure out a new track together.

“It can be physical though, right?” Jiung asks, leaving you to wonder what he’s getting at.

“Just nothing violent?” Intak adds, tilting his head. 

You shrug, just glad that they seem to have come to some idea of a solution. Whatever gets the job done. “Sure.”

“Alright then,” Jiung starts. He turns his body so he’s sat facing you, Intak mirroring him on your other side. “You’re going to choose.”

You shake your head no. “If I had a favourite I would’ve chosen by now.”

“Then we’ll just have to convince you, won’t we?” Intak says with a crooked half smile that promises trouble.

You’re not sure if it’s the fading buzz from the alcohol making your body warm up or if it’s the way they both leer at you with a heat in their eyes hungering for victory and for you.

A breath leaves you like it’s been punched out of your lungs when you realize the direction this is heading. But you can’t find a bone in your body that wants to reject it.

“Before we start,” Jiung says, not doing anything to hide the way his eyes rake over your figure. You feel fire licking through your insides under his scrutiny. “How many drinks has everyone had?”

“One,” Intak answers, eyes focused on yours in heated interest. 

The air has shifted with something heavy and electric, one you find yourself wanting to suffocate in for a change.

You swallow, holding yourself still so you don’t squirm under their gaze. If this is where the night is headed, you don’t plan on making it easy for either of them. Not after all the headache they’ve caused you. “Two,” you say. “Might as well be just one where I’m at now.”

“One,” Jiung says with an approving nod. His eyes are just as, if not more, intense as Intak’s when they catch your gaze as it shifts from Intak’s.

“How does this work?” Intak asks, and you have to rip your eyes away from Jiung’s alluring hold so you can think clearly.

“You’re going to convince me who’s more… skilled. I decide who does what best,” you say the first things that come to mind. “Whoever wins more takes the cake. We’ll figure it out as we go.”

You try to appear as unaffected as you can but the prospect of what might be unfolding is exciting you in ways you haven’t been excited before.

“Good,” Jiung says. “Then we’ll start with—“

Jiung doesn’t get a chance to finish before Intak pounces. He grabs your jaw and pulls you to him as he crashes his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss. Jiung’s curse fades into the background as you feel yourself melting into Intak’s plush lips, sighing as you kiss him back with a languid vigour.

Intak isn’t having that though; he slides his hand into your hair to keep you in place as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, demanding more.

It’s a little scary how quickly you feel yourself giving into him. You don’t get much time to relish in the way Intak takes you whole with just a kiss before there’s another hand on your cheek, pulling you away only to be met with a new pair of lips, one that’s slower and more sensual against you.

This one is intoxicating in a new way; it’s careful and searching rather than taking but no less heated. Jiung’s lips are thinner but soft as they press to yours in a hypnotic rhythm.

You make a soft noise as Jiung’s hand slides down to the base of your neck, just holding you there as he kisses you. You can feel your body growing needy with each second that passes.

You feel Intak’s inquiring hand on your thigh, squeezing gently as a reminder that he’s still there. You feel his exhale against your ear as he noses into your hair, breaths running shorter with his impatience.

“C’mon,” he mutters when Jiung doesn’t relent and then pulls you back into him with his hand back on your jaw.

You nearly get whiplash at the sudden change of pace with Intak’s insistent lips back against yours. Jiung’s don’t leave you completely though; he mutters another curse at Intak before he trails hot, wet kisses down your jaw then down your neck where his hand is still pressed while Intak tries to devour you whole.

You feel dizzy with all the sensations running through you, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of it’s that you’d rather be nowhere else than right between them, a thought that would’ve made you laugh in the face of it mere minutes ago.

Intak’s tongue suddenly prodding between your lips has you gasping, giving him the opportunity to slip right in. You accept him with a soft moan, your hand clutching onto the sheets for support as you feel yourself crumble under his lips.

Jiung doesn’t let you forget him though. He squeezes against the base of your neck for a short moment that has you reeling, before he slides down the shoulder of your dress with his other hand so he can attach his lips to the exposed expanse of your skin. He lets the hand around your neck feather down your figure, a touch that’s light but already has you squirming under it.

You hear, and feel, his low chuckle against your shoulder as he trails his warm hand back up, sliding against your thigh, up your stomach, then up to your chest where he stops and kneads your breast.

The sudden sensation has you pulling back from Intak’s lips with a gasp and Jiung doesn’t waste the opportunity to capture your lips back with his. You’re not sure what’s left and right or what’s up and down anymore with the back and forth but gods is it thrilling.

“Asshole,” you hear Intak mutter bitterly before he attaches himself to your neck, all teeth and tongue.

Jiung barely pulls back enough to retort, “Fair game.” You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he continues to work your mouth open to take his tongue. His hand stays on your chest as he circles his finger over your clothed nipple, working it to a stiff peak that he then tugs at between his fingers. 

You whimper into the kiss, arching your chest further into his touch and he gives it another squeeze before sliding his hand down to your lower stomach, just letting you feel the heat of him through your thin dress.

All while Intak trails his lips back up your neck, up your jaw, and trails to your lips that are still against Jiung’s before stopping right at the edge of where you’re connected. He nips impatiently at your jaw when you don’t turn to him. You relent with a chastising hum, too tongue tied (literally) to say anything, and pull away from Jiung to turn to kiss Intak instead.

“You’re just hogging her now, cheater,” Jiung grumbles but Intak doesn’t bother responding, too busy licking his way back into your mouth.

You’d nearly forgotten what this was all for, but none of it brought you nowhere near a clearer decision. Intak’s kiss is mind-numbing but Jiung’s hand is head-spinning in its own way as it trails and caresses over your body before it settles against your thigh.

Your hands are clenched into the sheets at your sides, too afraid to wander into the lion's den that was Intak and Jiung’s rampant hunger. Your legs press together to soothe over the rapidly growing ache in your core, a move that isn’t missed by Jiung as his hand presses into the flesh of your thigh and yanks your legs back open.

“Dirty girl,” he breathes right into your ear before he lets his tongue trace the shell of your ear.

You whimper, a sound that is swallowed right up by Intak’s unrelenting tongue as it basically fucks itself into your mouth.

You’re not sure when it happened but you only become aware that Jiung has snuck his hand up your dress when you feel fingers prodding against your clothed core, right over the growing wet patch on your panties.

You rip away from Intak’s lips with a loud yelp when Jiung’s finger brushes over your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” Jiung growls, pressing against the spot again that has another sharp spike of pleasure climb through your body, leaving you jerking against the touch. “She’s so fucking wet.”

Intak, who’s dazed from the kiss, snaps back into himself and fumbles to shove his hand up your dress to feel for himself but is quickly stopped by Jiung who grabs his wrist and pulls it back.

“Not yet,” Jiung snaps. You whine a little that the hand is gone, already missing the stimulation. You try to chase for more by subtly rolling your hips down and grinding against the bed for some form of pressure, but then Jiung is grabbing your thigh again and lifting it up so you can’t anymore while shooting you a sharp look. “Not so fast, darling. Gotta let us know how we’re doing, don’t you?”

You curse under your breath, foolish to think you were fully in control of a situation where Jiung was involved. You lick your lips, a motion that both men latch onto as they wait for your answer. You take a few breaths to steel your mind back to focus.

“Kissing goes to Intak,” you start. Intak turns to Jiung with a self satisfied grin, but you continue before he can get a word in. “But Jiung’s better with his hands.”

Despite the way Jiung’s lips tick up into a momentary smirk, he looks unsatisfied.

“So no one’s in the lead yet?” Intak asks, pouting now. It’s even more adorable with his kiss-swollen lips.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance as you lean back onto your elbows. “You still have—“ you glance at the clock, “—fifty minutes. Plenty of time to change my mind.”

Jiung smiles down at you as his hand finds your thigh again. “You said I’m good with my hands,” he starts, that dangerous heat in his eyes returning. “Let me fuck you with them?”

Your thighs twitch to clamp together at his lewd words but his iron grip on your leg doesn’t allow them to.

“What the hell,” Intak cries. “What about me?”

Jiung turns to glare at him. “You’ll get your turn.”

Their attention falls back to you when you shuffle up the bed to lean back against your mountain of pillows.

“Do what you need,” you tell them, trying to come off as unbothered (even though they both clearly know otherwise) and they’re immediately climbing up to join you. You knew your queen-sized bed would come in handy someday.

You can see that both of them are already hard and straining against their jeans but neither of them pay any mind to it. Their sole focus seems to be on you and you can’t say you’re complaining.

Intak is eager as he shucks your dress up to your waist, revealing your navy lace panties damp with arousal, a sight that has both men pausing and momentarily short circuiting. Then Jiung’s hands are reaching for them and yanking them right off of you and then Intak is shoving your legs apart.

“Fuck.” You’re not sure who whispers it but you see Jiung grabbing himself through his jeans, squeezing himself as his eyes lock right onto your gushing heat. Intak looks no less affected as he stares, licking his lips and swallowing down a quiet groan.

You feel both thrilled and too exposed, a confusing feeling that has you wanting them to just get on with it. “Well?” You prod, shuffling to sink a little further into your pillows.

Jiung snaps out of it and moves forward, seating himself in front of your parted legs but angled enough so that he could still show off to Intak who’s still in a daze as he settles down behind Jiung to keep an eye.

“You’re into this,” Jiung teases as he slides two fingers over your slick folds, feather light and avoiding your clit. “Aren’t you?”

Your legs twitch at the first brush of his fingers and you have to fight not to buck up into the touch. “I don’t think any self respecting woman wouldn’t be,” you mumble as you struggle to keep your voice steady.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says as he swipes his fingers between your folds, firm enough for his fingers to come back with a string of slick connecting to your core.

You want to curse at him for deliberately skipping over your clit but he looks too enamoured by the slick that coats his digits. “Don’t tease,” you warn, though the situation isn’t really in your hands anymore.

Jiung seems all too aware of his advantage as he just smiles devilishly at you. “None of that,” he chides, before letting his middle finger press through your folds and circle teasingly around the outside of your entrance.

“You’re not winning yourself any favour with this,” you try to warn again through laboured breaths. You want to reach down and shove him in or do it yourself if you have to. You hate how much you’re already affected by just a few teasing brushes.

“I think I know what I’m doing,” he says, his deep voice dripping with conceit as he lets his finger tease you for another agonizing moment before he’s pressing it all the way inside in one smooth slide until you can feel the cold of the ring around his finger against your folds.

You gasp, your walls clenching down on his finger that’s long and slim and reaching inside you so deep. He keeps it still in there, lets you writhe for a while before he shows you mercy and then he’s pulling it out all the way and then pushing it back in, starting to pump it in and out of you in a slow rhythm. But it’s enough to feel like everything after all the build up, enough to have you clutching your sheets and breathing heavily.

You see Intak clutching himself over his jeans in a vice grip as he watches Jiung’s finger work in and out of you, the lewd sounds of your slick coating the way in and out the only sound along with your mingled breaths.

Soon, it’s a second finger, and then a third one at that same, torturing speed. His movements are sharp and precise, aimed to bring you as much ruin as possible with each motion. “She just takes me right in,” Jiung mutters as he watches in awe with how quickly your walls accommodate his third finger. You’re not sure if he’s talking to Intak or just himself. You don’t have the mind to pay attention when you’re heaving and whimpering with every brush of his cold rings against your folds each time his fingers sink all the way in.

“Please,” you mumble, your hips bucking up involuntarily in search for more. Your neglected clit throbs with no reprieve. 

“Could probably fuck her right now, no problem,” Intak mumbles, still palming himself through his jeans, denied from relieving himself any further by Jiung for the sake of the game. The game that you wouldn’t play a part in if you knew it would lead to being tortured like this.

You don’t know what it was, whether it was your plea or Intak’s words, that seems to snap Jiung’s patience, and without a warning, he’s fucking his fingers into you at a fast, relentless pace.

You scramble for purchase, your body thrashing at the sudden onslaught of sensation. “J-Jiung!” You yelp, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts with a mind of their own.

Then he crooks his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside of you, and you feel your body seize up like a taut band, ready to snap any second—

—and then he’s ripping his hand out of you and you cry out at the loss, collapsing down on the bed in a crumpled, gasping mess.

You look up at Jiung in shock, in betrayal, in anguish. “What the fuck?” You snap, but you feel like sobbing, your body crying in search of that denied payoff. You try to clamp your legs together to give your clit some stimulation but Jiung is holding your legs apart, denying you once again.

“Can’t cum just yet, doll,” Jiung says with a smirk that you’d really like to slap off his pretty face. “Wouldn’t be fair to Intak, now would it?”

Intak reanimates when he hears his name and shoves Jiung out of the way so he could take his place. You scowl at Jiung’s too proud face as he settles beside Intak, who’s staring at your core like he wants to devour it whole.

Jiung notices and quickly interjects. “Fingers first,” he says in a patronizing tone that has Intak bristling and glaring at him.

“I know what to do, shut up,” he snaps. Then he’s laser focused on you again and you wither under his intense gaze. You don’t have to plead with him before he’s prodding at your core and bumping against your clit, albeit a little clumsily, but it pools a satisfying heat in your gut so you’re not complaining.

Your legs lock up as he starts to circle your clit with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as it finally gets some stimulation. The gasps that leave your lips would normally find you embarrassed but you can’t find yourself caring right now. But then that pressure is gone too fast and instead he’s shoving two fingers inside of you, shorter than Jiung’s but thicker, and pumping them into you at a fast pace right off the bat. Your body trembles from the sudden change, breathy moans spilling from your lips with every thrust of his hand. 

“She’s so wet,” you hear him muse through your haze. He shifts his hand so that the heel of his palm presses against your aching clit with every thrust and you think you might just combust.

But the rhythm is choppier and he can’t quite pinpoint that spot inside of you so it makes the climb up to your peak slower and more frustrating, but the stimulus to your clit along with the rapid in and out of his fingers helps you get up there and you get so close again, right to the edge before Jiung cuts in.

“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with arousal as he watches you gush around Intak’s fingers.

You let out a frustrated cry when Intak pulls his fingers out of you, your body quivering at the loss.

“Poor baby,” Intak coos mockingly before he brings up his slick-coated fingers and slides them into his mouth, sucking them clean off with a satisfied hum. “Taste so sweet.”

You cunt throbs pathetically at the sight. 

“Well?” Jiung says, bringing your attention back to him. “Who was it this time?”

You scowl at him, the one who’s denied you twice now, but the one whose fingers you’re craving to have back inside of you. You don’t want to admit that though, not after he’s tortured you like that. 

Jiung sees your inner turmoil and grins. “Don’t lie, pretty. It’s just gonna be your loss in the end if you do.”

You take a deep breath. How could you keep forgetting?

You face him with a faux saccharine smile, though the way your body still tremors surely undercuts the effect. “It’s you, Jiungie,” you say in a voice that’s just as sweet and just as taunting.

You immediately regret it when his expression shifts with dark glee. You don’t even get time to process what’s happening before he’s shoving his way between your legs, pushing them apart with his hands, and burying his face into your heat. He’s lapping through your folds and flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, before he attaches his lips harshly to your clit

It’s at once that it all comes rushing back and this time it doesn’t stop. It comes and it comes and it comes as you clamp your thighs around his head, push his face further into you with your hand in his hair, and frantically grind your clit against his laving tongue.

Your orgasm slams through you, your body seizing up and your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you feel wave after wave of white hot pleasure roll through you. You’re not sure how long it lasts before you fall back against the bed, heaving and shaking as Jiung licks you through your high and pulls you back down to earth with his fingers digging into your thighs.

You push at his head when the pleasure turns to overstimulation as he keeps licking at you, too brainless to say anything as you lay there and gasp for breath from the intense orgasm.

You’re brought out too quickly from your bubble of bliss by Intak’s seething voice. “What the hell?”

Jiung sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking all too pleased with himself. “Hm?”

“That was cheating!”

He quirks his brow, leaning back on his hands as he watches you, admiring the state that he’s left you in. “How so?”

Intak flounders for a moment before he glares at him. “Obviously she’s going to favour you for that, you let her cum.”

Jiung just shrugs, like he couldn’t be bothered since it’s not his problem. If you weren’t still floating out of your body, you might have cut in to mediate. But you’re not sure your voice works right now.

“If you’re so good with your mouth,” Jiung says as he shuffles out of the way. “Make her cum again on your tongue.”

Intak keeps Jiung under his ire for a moment longer than you think is necessary, quietly cursing him with his eyes. But he takes to the challenge, shifting his focus back to you.

You squirm under his gaze. “Can I get a minute?” You ask, your breaths slowly evening out.

He lowers himself down to you, laying on his stomach as he pries open your legs again. “I don’t really want to wait,” he admits, hovering over your cunt.

Your hips jolt when his breath brushes over your clit as he speaks, even just that small sensation overwhelming your sensitive nerves. He catches that and grins, his eyes dropping down to the slick mess that Jiung left behind. He leans closer, and just to be a little shit, blows right against your clit and gets you jerking again, a strangled yelp escaping your lips.

“So sensitive,” Jiung comments teasingly from where he’s sitting at the corner of the bed, brushing his thumb over the outline of his boner through his jeans.

Intak doesn’t take his eyes off of your cunt as he scolds Jiung to, “Stay out of it,” before he’s turning his head and pressing his lips against your inner thigh.

You take a shaky breath at the heat that spreads up to your core when he nips at the sensitive flesh there. The heat grows with each kiss he plants as he makes his way up but stops just before he can make contact with your twitching cunt and switches over to pay the same attention to your other thigh. He buries his lips in the nook between your inner thigh and pelvis and bites the flesh there, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your overworked clit.

“Taki,” you mumble, feeling yourself already growing needy again under his ministrations.

Intak makes a noise in the back of his throat at the nickname. “Still need a minute?” He asks cockily into the side of your folds. He’s doing everything just to give you something without giving you anything and you’re starting to feel that tension in your gut return.

You card your hand through his hair gently which gets his eyes to flit up to yours. You hold his eyes with yours, give him a small smile, then you grab a fistful of his hair and tug sharply.

Intak’s eyes roll back as his mouth falls open in a deep moan, the reaction going straight to your head and making you dizzy. He blinks his gaze back to you when you loosen your grip, but his eyes are left a little dazed. He holds your eyes for a moment, his tongue flicking out to lick his lower lip as he reels himself back, his cheeks reddening. 

He looks sheepish for a moment. But then he's using his thumbs to pry apart your folds and he’s leaning in and dragging the flat of his tongue firmly against your cunt from the base all the way to your clit, his eyes rolling back again. The taste of you gets a guttural groan from him and you feel the bass of it against you, your hips jerking away from the touch to your overstimulated clit which leaves like a burn. But that doesn’t stop Intak; one taste wasn’t enough and he won’t stop until he’s sated.

“So good,” he mumbles before he buries his tongue between your folds, licking up the slick that’s starting to gather pool with whatever was left from before. He moans into you and brings your thighs over his shoulders as he continues to drink you up. “S’fuckin’ good.”

Your breaths are harder to keep in as you involuntarily buck up into his mouth, trying to push away but chase for more at the same time. You squirm where you lay at the onslaught of sensations, all sharp breaths and whimpers. Your eyes fall onto Jiung who’s watching where Intak is burying himself into you with dark eyes and his palm digging onto his hardened length. You’re not sure if you’re too pleasure drunk but you think you see his eyes on Intak rather than where he’s mouthing at you.

Your attention is brought back to Intak when his lips attach to your swollen clit and you feel the rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue against it. You cry out, your hand digging harder into his head, pushing him farther into you but he seems all too eager to suffocate himself in your cunt.

The burn is fading from pain to pleasure now as Intak continues earnestly sucking at you. You can see through the fog that he’s starting to half heartedly grind himself into the mattress, a sight that sends your head spinning for a moment. He detaches from your clit with a final flick of his tongue before he diverts to your entrance, licking up the fresh wave of arousal that’s pooled there. He groans at the taste, the vibrations from his tongue sending you squirming. “Taste so good,” he groans again before he digs his tongue inside and starts to fuck you rapidly with it in single minded focus, his eyes falling closed as he gives all of himself into it.

You roll your hips in tandem with his tongue, fucking yourself up onto it with your thighs clamping against the sides of his head. A moan rips out of you when you feel the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit with every movement, and that’s what starts to bring your next orgasm barrelling through you in mere moments. It comes faster than you expect, quicker than the first, rushing through you before you can prepare for it.

“Intak!” You yell as you come, your upper body springing up off the bed as your climax rips through you. Intak tries to press himself even further in as he licks you up, not letting a single drop slip past him as you gush onto his tongue. Your hand stays buried in his hair as you grind up against his face while he grunts and moans as he drinks you all up and brings you through your high.

You collapse back down, gasping for air as your thighs release his head, and your hips start to buck away from him as you teeter into overstimulation again. Intak slowly detaches from you with a soft kiss to your aching clit, rising up on his elbows.

And the sight of him— cheeks flushed, mouth covered in your slick, and eyes dazed and far away as he stares at your twitching folds like he had genuinely gotten drunk off the taste of you— has you clenching around nothing.

You feel yourself freeze when his eyes flick up to yours, hunger still rampant behind the haze as he pants for air.

Then he’s looking away from you and back at Jiung, who’s watching Intak a little stunned with his mouth slightly agape, his hand still tightly grasping himself through his dark jeans. He bristles out of his stupor when Intak looks at him, a red tinge flushing over his pale cheeks.

“How’s that for good?” Intak asks cockily, voice rough like he’s the one who went through it.

Jiung blinks and steels his expression to an unreadable, neutral one. “Not for me to decide, is it?” He says as he glances up at you.

It takes a second for you to catch on. Intak sits back and you press your legs together, sitting up and shuffling back further to sit against the headboard. You try not to wince and tremble as you do but you’re still feeling the tremors of the aftermath and it doesn’t get past Intak and Jiung as they watch you.

“So?” Jiung urges. “Who is it?”

You glance between the two of them, chewing on your lower lip. “Intak gets that one,” you say, and Jiung surprisingly doesn’t seem affronted by that, rather nods like he’d been expecting it.

Intak grins but it doesn’t stay for long. “Wait. That makes us tied again.”

You swallow, nodding. “I guess it does.” You try to convince yourself that you’re not just prolonging this for your own pleasure; but when you think harder, you really can’t choose who you prefer. 

“Well the only thing left is for us to fuck you,” Jiung says and Intak’s eyes light up again.

“Nope,” you say immediately, ignoring the way your core pulses in interest at the thought of having them, both of them, inside you. Letting them both have you wouldn’t solve your problem, no matter how tempting it is; it might just make things worse. You can’t even imagine the chaos that might ensue if you had to split your time for both of them while also keeping them satisfied.

Intak nearly whines. “What? How else are we supposed to keep going then?”

“I could use four fingers this time,” Jiung offers.

“Nope,” you say again, smiling a little at their growing frustration. Your smile widens as an idea comes to you, one that’s probably taking things a little too far and probably unfair, but one that’s far more tempting than having both of them. “I have an idea.”

Jiung narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t trust that smile.”

“You probably shouldn’t.”

Intak groans, reaching over to tug impatiently at your ankle. “Just tell us.”

You tilt your head, letting your eyes rake over the both of them, pausing on Jiung as a smirk plays on your lips. You can’t ignore the way you noticed Jiung watching Intak, so really, you wouldn’t be completely over the line proposing this, even if it was largely for your own entertainment. But they seem willing enough to do what it takes for you and it’s just too tempting to not take advantage of that. Well, that's what you’ve already been doing so far. What’s a little more?

“I want to make this a little more interesting,” you say, smoothing your dress down to cover yourself up. “Whoever can make the other cum first, wins.”

The next few moments are silent as they stare at you, trying to make sense of the words that have just come out of your mouth. You try to smother your smirk but fail, thrilled and satisfied with the way they’re both left speechless. If this is a battle between them both, what better way than to settle this by defeating the other?

When the proposition finally processes for Jiung, he glares at you. But you don’t miss the way the red on his cheeks deepen to a crimson. “What kind of idea is that?”

You shrug, your smirk pulling into a wide grin. “A fair one. If you want to back out, you can. But that means Intak wins.”

Jiung’s scowl deepens. Intak blinks rapidly as it seems to finally click for him. But he doesn’t complain like you expected he might have; he just goes silent as he turns his head to stare at Jiung.

They’re in another one of their silent conversations but the air feels charged with something else now, something heavier.

Jiung’s jaw tightens as his gaze hardens on Intak, warning. “Don’t,” he says quietly.

But Intak’s eyes only fall to Jiung’s lips, tongue flicking over his own subconsciously. The motion gets Jiung’s attention and his expression falters just a little. Intak catches that and takes the opportunity, lurching forward to grab the collars of Jiung’s shirt and crush their lips together. Jiung’s hands fly up to clutch Intak’s wrists, tensing up all over under Intak’s grasp.

You can only watch with bated breath as Intak pulls back to look down at Jiung, an unrelenting fire in his eyes as he waits for some sort of response. When Jiung does nothing, he shuffles over to settle on Jiung’s lap, straddling him.

Jiung swallows as his resolve cracks a little more, looking up at Intak with a look that’s more conflicted now, hesitant and like he’s having to control himself. You don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs with a rough swallow, the way his blush climbs up his ears and down his neck, the way his fingers dig into Intak’s wrists but don’t push.

“C’mon, hyung,” you hear Intak whisper, shifting to align his hips right above Jiung’s. He glances over to the clock on the wall, the one you probably should have been keeping a closer eye on. “We don’t have much time.” You can’t be bothered to check the clock to see if that’s actually true, your gaze is glued to the scene playing out in front of you, in your bed, like some sort of fucked up fetish fantasy come to life.

Jiung takes in a sharp breath and parts his lips to let it out as a quiet grunt, his brows furrowing in concentration. It’s that stubbornness in him that’s taking rein in spite of what he actually wants, what he seems to crave more now than anything.

But then Intak is rolling his hips down in a pointed grind and all resolve is thrown out the window as Jiung crashes his lips to Intak’s in a hard, demanding kiss.

Intak fights back just as hard, because it’s more of a battle than it is a kiss, and Jiung moves one hand to dig into Intak’s hair before pulling hard. 

Intak whimpers as his head is yanked back, exposing the expanse of his neck that Jiung immediately wraps his free hand around to squeeze and cut off blood flow.

You’re left breathless when Intak seems to immediately crumble under Jiung’s hands, letting out a choked moan as his eyes roll back, lips parting with ragged breaths. Like they’re disconnected from his thoughts and any sense of control, his hips buck frantically against Jiung’s like he’s doing anything he can to prolong every bit of pleasure rushing to his head. 

Jiung seems just as taken aback with how quickly Intak submits under his touch, but that shock quickly shifts into hunger, hot and eager as he grinds his hips up, making Intak let out another needy whine.

“Fuck,” Jiung breathes before he’s letting go only to push Intak onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling him and grinding his cock right down onto Intak’s boner.

Intak yelps out in pleasure. “H-Hyung!” He gasps, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Jiung’s hips as Jiung rewraps his hand around his throat, holding him down as he repeats the motion in hurried, unrelenting movements.

Jiung looks unbelievable; his brows pinched with concentration, his jaw working over grit teeth as he tries to fight against the grunts slipping through his own lips, the thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin and giving him an unearthly glow. His eyes are impossibly dark as he focuses on Intak’s face, drinking in every little reaction he’s getting from the boy, the very one he’s been spitting fire back and forth with for months now, reduced to nothing but a whining, writhing mess under his very hands.

Intak looks just as unreal; his face completely blissed out and twitching with every shock of pleasure, eyes glazed over and teary as they look reverently up at Jiung, plush lips parted as he pants, his own hips bucking up pathetically but being overwhelmed by Jiung’s stronger ones, being pressed into the mattress by them as he’s helpless to do anything but take it all for once with no space to fight back.

You’re breathless as you watch them, the sight and sounds of their breaths and moans making you heady with another wave of arousal, an even stronger one this time around. You have to clamp your thighs to relieve that throbbing that’s persisting in your core.

Intak suddenly scrambles to grab onto Jiung’s arm that’s holding him down by the neck, making pathetic little whines as his body trembles and jerks under Jiung. You can tell by the panicked look in his eye that he’s nearing the edge and won’t last much longer.

Jiung doesn’t miss it; he never misses anything. “What’s wrong?” He asks, tone taunting, emphasizing it with a hard grind over Intak’s cock. His voice is rough and gravelly through laboured breaths, a sound that goes right to your core. “Where’s your fight, Taki?”

Intak whimpers and thrashes under him, a small tear hanging precariously off the corner of his eye. “P-Please!” He pants. 

“Please what?” Jiung scowls, tightening his hand around his throat that has Intak’s jaw dropping and eyes rolling back. He laughs coldly at the pathetic whine that Intak lets out when he loosens his hand again. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch while I fuck her.”

Intak lets out a grunt of protest, seeming too blissed out and overwhelmed to form words anymore. His nails dig into Jiung’s exposed forearm, whether to brace himself or as retaliation, you don’t know.

Jiung seems unphased as he leans down to whisper into his ear, but you catch the words regardless, and the command in his voice nearly has you reacting.

“Just as long as you just come for me.”

The next moment seems to pause in frame as Intak goes completely silent and his body freezes up. Jiung takes the opportunity and rolls his hips down, hard, and that has Intak wailing as his entire body jerks so hard that it nearly has Jiung toppling off. But Jiung stays planted on, doubling down and rocking Intak through his orgasm as the boy practically sobs through it, trembling with it before going completely boneless, his arms dropping at his sides, his jaw going slack as he pants, his eyes going faraway again, the tear at his eye finally making its way down.

All Jiung can do is stare down at Intak as he slows to a stop, his hand loosening around his throat but staying put. The only sound is Intak’s ragged breaths, Jiung’s deep, stable ones, and your stuttering ones as you try to keep ahold of your sanity.

You watch as Jiung watches Intak, savouring the state of mess he’s left him in. Then Jiung’s eyes are snapping up to yours and you nearly flinch from the intensity of them. His gaze is everything Jiung encompasses— calculating, authoritative, demanding— but dialed to eleven.

His smile is wolfish and downright terrifying as he commands, “Dress off, sweetheart.”

You find yourself complying without a second thought, slipping your dress off with limbs that don’t quite feel like yours. Jiung’s hands are on you within seconds and he’s throwing you down onto your stomach with rough and hurried movements. You perch yourself up to your hands and find that you’re facing where he’d left Intak laid out at the foot of your bed.

Intak is blinking slowly like he’s regaining consciousness and then looking at you, eyes still faraway as he watches with growing interest.

You don’t get much time to worry about him before you feel Jiung’s hand sliding up the length of your spine, warm and rough with use against your bare skin, before stopping between your shoulder blades and pushing down. You follow the guide of his hand, bracing yourself down on your elbows as you arch your hips up to him.

You feel filthy in this position, nerves crackling hot up your spine with anticipation and a bit of fear in tandem. But you find yourself feeling like you belong just like this, right now, for Jiung. It was well earned anyway.

Jiung’s hand slides back slowly, drawing out a shaky breath from you as he unhooks your bra along the way before he’s holding your hips, yanking you back into him so that your exposed core slams against the hard arch of his clothed cock.

You whimper when you feel the pressure of the rough fabric against your sensitive folds, immediately pushing your hips back to grind your clit against the denim, the roughness providing delicious stimulation.

Jiung tsk’s behind you as he pulls his hips back from you. “Impatient,” he mutters but then you’re hearing him undo his belt and zipper and then you’re feeling the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, hot and heavy and pulsing against you as he collects slick. A deep groan escapes him at the contact, the sound reverberating in your skull and intertwining with the pleasure-induced fog.

“Looks like you are too,” you mutter despite your own eagerness as you try to push back again and hook him inside you.

He takes a sharp breath and grabs your hip with one hand, roughly pushing you away. But then he curses to himself and gives in, no doubt pent up from, well, everything, as he shoves himself inside your warm walls with a strained curse, burying himself to the hilt in one go.

Your gasp at the stretch of him, long and curved, as he grinds himself as deep as he can go. You clutch at your sheets, your breath stuck in your throat as you adjust to his size while he struggles to keep himself still with both his hands like iron on your hips.

He plasters himself against your back, grunting into your ear. “Still so fucking tight.” One of his hands comes up to slide under your bra that you didn’t bother to slip off and just hangs loosely off of you, grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing hard.

You whine at the sharp pain, your walls clenching down on his length that gets another strained grunt out of him. He latches onto your neck with his mouth, breathing roughly into your skin.

“Jiung,” you whine as he tugs at your nipple with his fingers and leaves biting kisses down your shoulder. You rock your hips back, your core burning, pulsing, craving for stimulation. “Move.”

He chuckles lowly into your neck and rocks his rips once, the slightest of movement. “Like that?”

You drop your head with a frustrated groan. “Seriously?” You snap. “How are you still being a teasing little shit?”

You should’ve learned your lesson by now not to provoke him if you want things to go your way. But after everything tonight, all the edging and the stringing along and the waiting, you just wanted this one simple thing; to be fucked right. But you regret your words when you feel his arm snake around your throat and he’s straightening up on his knees, pulling you up with your back plastered to his chest, his cock shifting inside of you at the new angle.

You scramble to raise up with him with a panicked gasp, bracing your hands on his forearm and pushing so he doesn’t choke you with his tight hold. You squirm in his grip, his satin shirt rustling against your back at the movement.

“What do you think, Taki?” You hear him say beside your ear. “Should I give her what she wants?”

Your eyes snap down to meet Intak’s which are already looking up at you with rampant attention. It’s only then that you notice that he’s already straining against the dark spot on his jeans again.

He takes one look at your pleading gaze and breathes out shakily, putting a hand over himself and palming down. “Yes,” he answers with a ragged voice.

Jiung hums and squeezes his arm around your neck, your hands doing nothing against his strength, as he whispers in your ear. “Your lucky day.” He presses a deceptively soft kiss to your ear before he’s roughly pushing you back down to your elbows and grabbing your hips again. 

You don’t get the chance to thank the heavens for Intak before Jiung is pounding into you hard enough to have you nearly bucking into Intak with every rough thrust, his tight grip on your hips keeping you from toppling out of his control.

You scramble for purchase, one hand finding the sheets and the other finding Intak’s arm. Your moans are fucked out of you along with every other thought in your brain as Jiung carves himself into your pulsing walls, going harder with every frantic thrust.

It’s not long before he’s got you teetering on the edge with every push of his cock against that gummy spot inside of you. Your face is pushed against the bed with Jiung’s hand holding your head down, your bleary eyes locked onto Intak’s as he desperately fists himself, when you hear a loud wave of cheers sounding from the ground floor.

Jiung plasters himself against your back again, bringing one hand down to rub tight circles over your clit as he pushes you right to the edge.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, and then has you toppling over the edge, bringing himself right down with you.

You’re left there boneless and dripping with Jiung when you see from the corner of your eye as he and Intak share a secret smile, leaving you to wonder distantly through the fucked-out haze if maybe you’d fallen into a trap you didn’t realize was laid out from the first hello.

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[boptak]

GOD I LOVE SOME JITAK this is the best thing I’ve ever read FOR FUCKS SAKE I NEED THEM #faves absolute fave

[boptak]

bro your headcanon’s for piwon if them and their partner got caught getting it down has me GEEKED, i have read that at least ten times

i’m giggling and kicking my feet rn reading this tysmmmm, i’ll keep em coming 🫡😌

[channieyus]

ᯓ★ parasocial! — P1H smau

streamer!keeho & youtuber!intak x streamer/youtuber!reader

while keeho's too busy thirsting over y/n to actually make a move, she is setting up her new youtube channel, which catches the attention of the whipped boy's best friend.

profiles! one. two

kiss your son? we live in a society suck it!

[boptak]

if someone sees this can you kindly send requests/ideas/thoughts for piwon? any member except soulseob if u want an individual work (will do ot6 if you want reactions or something lol) <3

thank yewwww i wanna write some drabbles but i’m out of ideas (can be 18+ too oops)

[boptak]

masterlist

s: suggestive - m: mature (smut) - a: angst - f: fluff

- yoon keeho

- choi taeyang

- choi jiung

- hwang intak

— red lipstick (f)

- ot6: reactions, headcanons & scenarios

— p1harmony reactions: getting caught by another member during sex (m)

— p1harmony scenarios: doing it at the gym (m)