imagine desperate sannie breathily whining against your neck as he enters you, his hands gripping soft rosy bruises against your hips.
he's overwhelmed by the tight heat, hips already stuttering as he attempts to hold himself back from immediately fucking you into the mattress.
when he finally bottoms out, he nudges at that sensitive spot deep inside. already half-delirious from the way he stretches you and the feeling hot skin of his chiseled chest press against your back, you jolt forward in surprise, involuntarily clenching around him -- sucking him in even deeper.
"f-fuckk..."
he chokes out a groan at the feeling, already feeling himself getting close to bursting inside of you. he presses his hips urgently against yours, addicted to the feeling of being impossibly deep inside of you.
completely his.
the feeling is too much for you, though.
the incredible stretch makes you quickly pull away from him, a desperate attempt to relieve that intensely euphoric pressure that is building inside. but before you could get too far -- before you could even feel his heated chest withdraw from your space -- his body is chasing yours, too hungry to let you go.
even though he's still buried deep inside, he whines for more like it's the end of the world.
"p-please -- f-fuck -- please don't run from me, baby." large hands pull you back against him. his voice is quiet and needy as he coos against you, "n-need this."
"t-too much, sannie--!"
he barely hears you, too focused on watching the way his cock slowly pulls out of your dripping cunt, "need this..." he repeats. "take it. for me."
"san--"
you grab onto the sheets tightly, knuckles nearly white as he thrusts roughly into you, hands pressing against your waist to give him the best angle to thoroughly ruin you.
I have some homework for you. Listen to "30 Minutes" by Tee Melly and see if a story pops into your head. I'm a Hongjoong bias, but any member would be amazing.
Please and thank you, love! ❤️
30 Minutes
Pairing: Idol!Hongjoong x Fem!Reader
Genre: +18, Romantic Smut, Established Relationship, fluff, Idol!AU
wc: 3,4k
Synopsis: The night before Hongjoong leaves for tour, he gives you a perfect day—a slow morning, a playful date, and a romantic dinner filled with tension and lingering stares. But he has thirty minutes left before duty calls.
Warnings: Smut (MDI!!) grinding, fingering, mid oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (please don’t), kissing, possessive/jealous behavior, physical dominance. Urged dynamics with rough, desperate undertones, light biting/marking.
a/n: Thank you for your request!! This is what I was able to do based on the song, I hope I met your expectations 😭🫶🫶
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“I can’t believe you’re going on tour again,” You groan, arms crossed as you lean against the doorway. “You literally just finished one.”
Across the room, Hongjoong chuckles, zipping up one of his suitcases with practiced ease. He looks up at you, eyes soft behind his black-rimmed glasses.
“It’s only two months, baby,” He reminds you gently. “And tomorrow is just for us. I planned the whole day.”
You sigh dramatically and collapse face-first onto the bed you share, voice muffled by the pillow.
“That doesn't comfort me, Joongie.”
He laughs again—quiet and breathy—and then suddenly the bed shifts under his weight. You squeal as he throws himself on top of you without warning.
“Don’t be mad, my pretty princess,” He coos in an exaggerated pout, pinning you beneath him.
You roll your eyes but can't fight your grin “You’re heavy!”
“I’m leaving you with a full-body memory.” His voice drops into something more teasing before he begins planting soft, obnoxious kisses all over your face—cheeks, forehead, nose—making you giggle and squirm beneath him.
“Hongjoong!” You laugh, trying—and failing—to push him off.
He finally stills, just long enough to kiss you properly—slow and affectionate, like he's reminding you that no amount of distance could make him forget how much he loves you.
“So,” He murmurs against your lips, “wanna hang out tomorrow?”
“Of course I do,” You whisper, stealing another kiss—one he follows eagerly, hands finding yours in the sheets.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
You glance at yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing down the folds of your white skirt and adjusting the soft blue cardigan around your shoulders. It’s nearly noon now—just like he promised, Hongjoong planned a full day for the two of you, and you’re not wasting a second.
The morning had started with him trying to make breakfast—keyword trying. You ended up helping, but the burnt toast and undercooked eggs still made you both laugh until your stomachs ached.
Then you spent hours tangled in each other on the couch, talking about nothing and everything, stealing kisses like they were secrets, letting time stretch just a little longer than usual.
Now he’s downstairs waiting for you. You hear your name being called softly from below.
“Babe, I’ll come get you if you make me wait any longer!”
You grab your purse with a smile and head down, where Hongjoong stands at the foot of the stairs in a denim jacket and those signature glasses that make your knees weak. His lips part when he sees you, and for a moment, he just stares.
“You’re unreal,” He murmurs.
You give a playful spin “Too pretty to leave behind for two months?”
“Way too pretty,” He says, stepping forward to take your hand. “Let’s go make the most of today.”
—
The café was tucked between tall trees and quiet brick buildings, a little hidden from the busy streets. You two had been coming here since your second date, and today, it felt like time slowed just for you.
You sat across from him by the window, sunlight softening the air as the scent of roasted coffee and pastries swirled around you. Hongjoong stirred his iced americano lazily, his eyes fixed on you while you picked at your croissant.
“You’re staring,” You teased, tilting your head.
“Can you blame me?” He replied with a smirk, then reached across the table to brush a crumb from the corner of your lip with his thumb. “There. Got it.”
Your heart flipped. He never used to do that kind of thing in public, but lately, he didn’t seem to care as much—at least not with you.
You reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, resting them on the table between your cups.
“I’m gonna miss this.”
“I’m gonna miss you,” He said without hesitation, his voice soft like velvet.
You smiled into your cup. The ache in your chest was already blooming.
—
After coffee, you wandered the mall hand-in-hand, window-shopping and joking the whole way. At one point, you stopped outside a music store, pointing at a shiny black vinyl in the display window.
“I used to dream of seeing your face on something like that,” You said with a smile.
Hongjoong squeezed your hand “You’re the only dream I care about now.”
You snorted “That was so corny.”
“I’m serious!” He insisted with a pout, nudging your shoulder. “And I know you liked it.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the way your cheeks heated.
In one boutique, you tried on sunglasses and made him rate each pair while he leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, clearly enjoying the view. When he found a soft scarf that reminded him of you, he bought it without a second thought.
“This way I can smell your perfume when I miss you,” He said as he handed it to the cashier.
You stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek “You’re getting dangerously sweet today, Mr. Tough Guy.”
—
The theater was nearly empty—mid-afternoon, mid-week—and it felt like you had the place to yourselves. You sat in the very back row, legs tucked under you, your head leaning on Hongjoong’s shoulder.
Halfway through the movie, you felt his fingers inching toward yours on the armrest. Then he slid his hand into yours like it belonged there.
“Comfy?” He whispered.
“With you? Always,” You murmured.
He smiled and kissed your hair, then stayed there for the rest of the movie—his hand on your thigh, warm and steady.
When the credits rolled and the lights came back on, neither of you moved.
“Let’s not talk about tomorrow yet,” You said quietly.
He nodded, pulling you closer “Just today.”
♡
Back at the apartment, soft music played in the background while you both got ready. The golden light from the setting sun poured through the windows, casting warm shadows across the floor.
You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, adjusting the thin straps of your black silk dress. It clung to your body like it had been made for you—snatching your waist, highlighting your curves, and dipping low enough in the front to show the tops of your breasts with every breath. A high slit ran up your left thigh, exposing smooth skin and just a hint of danger every time you shifted your weight.
You felt his gaze before you saw him in the mirror.
Hongjoong stood silently at the doorway, one hand in the pocket of his charcoal-gray suit pants, the other holding a pair of earrings he had picked out earlier. His jacket was open, shirt slightly unbuttoned, no tie—just enough effort to look devastatingly good without trying too hard.
But right now, his focus wasn’t on his own appearance.
It was all on you.
His lips parted slightly “You’re gonna kill me in that dress.”
You turned slowly, giving him the full view “Too much?”
His jaw flexed “Too perfect.”
You smiled and stepped toward him, swaying a little more than usual just to tease.
“You like it?”
“I want to cancel the reservation and stay in,” He muttered, finally closing the distance. One hand slid around your waist, the other grazing your exposed thigh through the slit. “But then again… watching everyone else try not to look at you all night? That might be fun.”
“You’re evil.”
“You started it,” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulder, his lips warm against your skin.
You tilted your head back, breath hitching “Put the earrings on me?”
He nodded and carefully fastened the delicate silver drops to your ears, fingers brushing your skin in ways that made your spine tingle. He lingered too long. You let him.
—
The restaurant was dim, moody, and buzzing with quiet conversation. A candle flickered between the two of you as you sat at a table in the corner, tucked into a private little pocket of the room.
Hongjoong looked almost painfully calm—his hands folded, his eyes on you, his voice smooth—but you could see it. The way his gaze kept dipping to the line of your neckline. The way his jaw clenched every time you crossed your legs and that slit shifted open just an inch more.
“You’ve barely touched your food,” You murmured over your wine glass, smirking.
“Distracted,” He admitted, not bothering to pretend otherwise. “That dress is a problem.”
You leaned forward slightly, letting your cleavage push just a little more into view.
“You bought it for me, babe.”
“My mistake,” He said, low and dark, his eyes flashing. “You look too good.”
You bit your lip, pulse picking up. Your heel slid across the floor until your foot brushed against his ankle under the table—then up, higher, slow.
He caught your wrist across the table and gave it a warning squeeze, trying to play it off with a crooked smile.
“Behave,” He said.
“I’ve been behaving all day.”
He exhaled through his nose and sat back “You’re testing me.”
You just smiled, sipping your wine like nothing.
—
You were halfway through your wine when the waiter returned—young, handsome, and entirely too attentive.
“Your dessert’s coming right up,” He said with a polite smile. But his eyes weren’t on the table or the plates. They were on you.
“Thank you,” You said casually, smiling without thought.
Hongjoong’s gaze flicked between the two of you. His fingers drummed once on the table.
“And just so you know,” The waiter added, still smiling, “the chef sent a little something extra. He said it’s for the most stunning woman in the room.”
You blinked “Oh,” You laughed softly, unsure how to respond.
Hongjoong didn’t laugh. He reached for his wine glass, took a slow sip, and set it down harder than necessary. His arm slid along the table’s edge, hand finding your bare knee under the table.
You jumped slightly at the contact—but didn’t stop him.
“Funny,” He said, his voice smooth but cold, “I didn’t realize this place handed out compliments with the check.”
The waiter’s smile faltered.
You cleared your throat, placing a gentle hand over Hongjoong’s “It’s just a compliment, babe.”
“Is it?” His thumb stroked your inner thigh, his hand sliding higher under the slit of your dress—out of sight, but absolutely not out of mind. “Because you’ve been getting a lot of attention tonight.”
You squeezed his hand slightly in warning, cheeks warm “Maybe it’s the dress.”
“No,” He said, eyes locked on yours, voice dropping lower. “It’s you. You walk into a room like you own it. They can’t help it.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he added darkly, “But you’re mine. And I don’t share.”
Your breath caught. You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore the growing ache between your legs.
Hongjoong leaned back with a small smirk, then casually reached for your wine glass, handing it to you like nothing had happened.
You took it with trembling fingers.
When the waiter returned with dessert, he didn’t meet your eyes again.
—
You left the restaurant hand-in-hand, laughter still dancing on your lips, the cool night air kissing your flushed skin.
“Be honest,” You said as you walked toward the car, still teasing. “You wanted to deck that poor waiter, didn’t you?”
Hongjoong let out a humorless chuckle, unlocking the car and opening the door for you like a gentleman—despite the devil in his eyes.
“He was a centimeter away from losing his job.”
You slid in, legs crossing just enough to let your slit fall open again. You didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped before he closed the door and circled to the driver’s side.
The car ride started off quiet—too quiet.
You peeked over at him as he gripped the wheel a little too tightly. His jaw ticked, and the low lights of the dashboard cast shadows across his sharp features.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Joong?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his thigh.
He glanced at you, about to say something, when his phone vibrated in the cupholder. He picked it up at the red light, glanced at the screen—and cursed under his breath.
“What is it?” You asked.
He hesitated, then exhaled slowly “Manager just texted. I need to be at the dorm in fifty minutes. Last-minute packing check. Then they want us to rest before the flight.”
You blinked “Wait… fifty? We are still ten minutes away from home.”
He looked at you, eyes full of heat and frustration “Thirty for us. Twenty to drive.”
Your breath caught.
The air between you turned electric.
You didn’t say anything—just slowly dragged your hand higher on his thigh. Hongjoong's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“You’re trying to kill me,” He muttered.
You smirked “I just want to make the most of those thirty minutes.”
He turned his head, eyes burning into yours as the light turned green.
“Oh, baby,” He said, his voice low and dark. “We’re about to make every second count.”
And with that, he stepped on the gas.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
The door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing through the dimly lit apartment. The click of the lock was barely audible over the rush of blood in your ears. Before you could even reach for the straps of your heels, Hongjoong was on you.
His body pressed you back against the wall, the cold surface biting into your bare shoulders. One hand slid around your waist, possessive and firm, while the other gripped the back of your neck, forcing your gaze up to meet his. His eyes were dark—not just with lust, but something wilder, something barely restrained.
“I have thirty minutes,” He growled, voice rough, like he’d been holding back the words all night. “Thirty fucking minutes.”
Your lips parted—maybe to tease him, maybe to ask if he really thought that was enough time—but he didn’t let you speak. His mouth crashed against yours, hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping past your lips like he was claiming you all over again.
The kiss was bruising, desperate. He tasted like the wine he’d been sipping at the restaurant, the faintest hint of mint beneath it. His teeth caught your lower lip, tugging just enough to make you whimper before he soothed it with his tongue.
You moaned into his mouth as he ground against you, his thigh sliding between yours, the pressure deliciously sinful. Your silk dress—already scandalously high—hiked higher with every roll of his hips, the fabric whispering against your skin.
“That fucking waiter,” He murmured against your lips, his breath hot. “The way he looked at you. Like he had a chance.”
His hand found the slit in your dress, fingers skimming up your thigh, nails dragging just enough to make you shiver.
“He didn’t,” You breathed, arching into his touch. “Only you, Joong.”
A low, possessive sound rumbled in his chest. In one fluid motion, he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs, spreading them just enough to make your pulse spike. His lips trailed up your skin, slow and deliberate, his tongue flicking over the lace of your panties, teasing the dampness beneath.
You gasped, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Thirty minutes,” He repeated, more to himself this time, before standing again, his eyes blazing. “Take it off.”
You blinked “What?”
His fingers hooked into the strap of your dress, tugging it down your shoulder. The deep neckline threatened to spill you out, the cool air pebbling your skin.
“Off. Now. Before I rip it.”
The threat sent a thrill down your spine. Slowly, you let the straps slide down your arms, the black silk pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie and heels.
Hongjoong stepped back, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. His gaze raked over you—the swell of your breasts barely contained by the lace, the curve of your waist, the way your thighs pressed together, already slick with need.
“Fuck,” He whispered, dragging a hand through his hair. “You’re gonna kill me.”
A smirk curled your lips “You’ve got twenty-eight minutes left.”
That broke him.
In one smooth motion, he lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. You barely had time to squeal before he tossed you onto the bed, his body covering yours before you could even sink into the mattress.
His mouth was on your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point before sucking a mark into your skin. You arched beneath him, gasping as his hands slid down your body, cupping your breasts through the lace, thumbs circling your nipples until they peaked beneath the fabric.
“I want you to feel me,” He murmured against your collarbone, his voice rough. “All night. Even when I’m gone.”
You whimpered as he ground against you, the hard length of him pressing insistently between your thighs. His hands moved lower, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, tracing your slick folds before sinking two fingers into you without warning.
You cried out, back bowing off the bed as he curled them just right, his thumb circling your clit in tight, relentless strokes.
“Look at you,” He breathed, watching your face twist in pleasure. “Already so fucking wet for me.”
You were close—so close—but he pulled his fingers away, leaving you trembling and empty.
“No—!”
He silenced you with another searing kiss, his free hand sliding your panties down and when they were somewhere on the floor, he spread your thighs wider, making space for him to settle between them.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
He lined himself up, his gaze locked onto yours as he pushed in with one deep, slow stroke.
You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you, stretching you perfectly. His groan was ragged, his forehead dropping to yours as he gave you a second to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in, harder this time.
“Joong—ah—baby—”
“Say it again,” He panted, his hips snapping against yours. “Say my name.”
“Joong,” You moaned. “Fuck—Hongjoong—”
He groaned, his rhythm faltering for a second before he regained control, driving into you with punishing precision. His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had your thighs shaking.
“You feel so good,” He gritted out, his voice trembling. “Always so fucking good. So perfect for me.”
Your legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his back as you pulled him deeper. His breath hitched, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared the edge.
“Come for me,” He begged, his voice raw. “Please, baby—need to feel you.”
It was all the permission you needed.
Your orgasm crashed over you, your body clenching around him as you cried out his name. The way you tightened around him had him gasping, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, spilling deep inside with a groan.
For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing.
He doesn’t pull away. Not yet.
Instead, he rolls onto his back, dragging you with him until you’re sprawled across his chest, his heartbeat thundering under your ear. His fingers trace idle patterns along your spine, his lips pressing softly to your forehead.
“Two months,” He murmurs after a while.
You close your eyes, nuzzling closer “Two months.”
His arms tighten around you. And for now, that’s enough.
Then, reluctantly, he pulled back just enough to kiss your forehead.
“Fifteen minutes,” He muttered.
You laughed weakly “You’ve still got time to shower.”
He smirked, softly smacking your thigh “I’d rather leave smelling like you.”
Heat flooded your cheeks as you pulled him closer, savoring the last few moments before he had to go.
His lips brushed your temple, your cheek, then finally your mouth—softer now, but no less possessive.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” He whispered.
You traced the line of his jaw, committing the feel of him to memory.
a/n: this was written based off this ask! this was super fun to write bc i've never thought to write about anl and it made the whole story better. hope u like! 💞
you should’ve left hours ago.
maybe before nicho pulled you into his lap. maybe before yuma pressed himself behind you. maybe before ej walked in and saw both.
but you didn’t leave. you’re still here. seated pretty between nicholas’ thighs, his hand splayed out on your bare thigh, dragging circles up and up underneath your skirt like he forgot what patience means.
you hear it before you see it. ej’s heavy breath at the door.
e: "get your hands off her."
nicholas doesn’t budge. he just smirks, dragging his lips a little closer to your cheek.
n: "why? jealous?"
ej steps forward like he might throw him across the room.
e: "you already know i am."
y: "then take her, hyung. since you’re so fucking bold about it."
the way yuma’s voice drops behind you makes your stomach clench. he hasn’t moved, hasn’t taken his hands off you either. his grip on your waist is tight. possessive. he could’ve said come here, baby, and you would’ve gone. but he doesn’t beg. doesn’t whine. he dares.
y: "but if you’re not gonna- i will."
he kisses your neck before anyone can stop him. nicho tenses. ej flinches. you shiver. and that’s when you know: none of them are backing down tonight.
your breath hitches when yuma mouths at your throat. right where nicho’s hand is still dangerously high on your thigh. and it’s only a second later that nicholas tightens his grip.
n: "what the fuck did i say about putting your mouth on her."
y: "what the fuck did i say about claiming her if you’re too scared to fuck her."
e: "shut up. both of you."
ej’s voice slices the air clean. commanding. lethal. his jaw flexes as he kicks off his shoes, eyes trained right on you, not them. not even for a second. his gaze darkens like he’s trying not to lose it. you can see it. the effort it takes him to keep his fists at his sides instead of in nicho’s face.
e: "get up."
you don’t move. not yet. you’re still warm from yuma’s teeth, still dizzy from the heat under nicho’s palm.
e: "baby."
his voice drops. low, possessive. it cuts deeper than any shout.
e: "i said get the fuck up."
you rise.
you barely make it a step before yuma’s already behind you, fingers digging into your hips, whispering against your ear like he owns you.
y: "you gonna let him talk to you like that?"
n: "she likes it. don’t you, princess?"
and fuck, they’re right. your thighs are pressed tight and your panties are soaked, and all three of them can see it. ej hooks a finger beneath your chin and tilts your face up to meet his.
e: "tell them."
you: "t-tell them what?"
e: "who makes you cum."
your lips part, but nothing comes out. not when nicho’s hand slips beneath your skirt, not when yuma’s breath drags hot down your neck, and definitely not when ej’s thumb strokes your bottom lip like he’s teasing the answer out of you.
n: "you gonna let her be a brat about it?"
y: "nah. she wants to be put in her place."
ej smirks. dark. evil.
e: "then get on your knees, baby."
you drop like instinct. onto the floor between all three of them, knees hitting the carpet, head tipped back, panting for attention.
they don’t hesitate.
nicholas is the first to undo his pants. like he’s been waiting all fucking night for this. and his cock is already hard, flushed tip leaking as he strokes it lazily in front of you.
n: "open your mouth, baby."
but you don’t move until ej speaks.
e: "go ahead. show him what that pretty mouth can do."
so you do. you lean forward, licking up the underside of nicho’s cock, tongue teasing the slit until he groans low in his throat. your lips wrap around him slowly, sucking just enough to make his eyes flutter shut.
but it’s yuma who pulls you back by your hair.
y: "my turn."
and he doesn’t even wait, just pulls his cock free and slips it past your lips, burying it halfway in before you can even catch your breath.
y: "fuck- she wants this."
n: "she’s always wanted this. little tease."
your hands grip their thighs, switching between them, spit-slick and dripping, eyes glassy and throat wrecked. you’re a mess, their mess.
ej finally kneels in front of you, hand gripping your chin as he forces you to look up at him with your lips still wrapped around yuma.
e: "you like being passed around, baby?"
you: "y-yes.."
e: "you gonna let both of them fuck your throat while i ruin that pretty pussy?"
your eyes roll back. you don’t say yes, but they know. you can’t even breathe right.
you’re flat on your back now, legs open and shaking, dress bunched up to your hips and panties long gone. ej tore them off the second he got his hands on you.
he’s buried deep in your pussy, hips grinding slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch of him as he leans in close and growls low into your mouth.
e: "say it. say you’re mine."
you: "e-ej-"
he slaps your thigh.
e: "say it."
you: "i-i fuc- i’m yours-"
he kisses you hard. sloppy. so possessive you forget anyone else is in the room.
but nicho doesn’t.
he’s still holding your face, thumb rubbing your spit-slick cheek, cock heavy in his hand, eyes dark with something hot and mean.
n: "open your mouth, princess."
you do it without thinking. already gone, already trembling. and he groans deep as he slides in, pushing past your lips and down your throat until you gag around him.
y: "fuck, you’re pretty like this."
yuma’s behind you now. hands gripping your waist from underneath ej, guiding himself lower, lower until you feel the broad head of his cock pressing against your ass.
you: "w-wait-"
y: "shhh. just relax. let us fill you up."
ej grabs your hips, holding you perfectly still. nicho doesn’t stop moving in your throat, hips twitching as he moans your name through gritted teeth. and then, fuck. yuma pushes in.
you choke on your moan.
both holes, both cocks. stuffed to the brim. stretched and burning and full.
e: "there she is."
y: "so fucking tight back here- shit-"
n: "you love this, huh? greedy little thing can’t even pick one of us."
you can’t even answer. all you can do is moan, legs shaking violently as they start to move. ej fucking into you with deep, punishing thrusts while yuma’s slower, groaning every time you clench.
nicholas doesn’t stop either. he’s got both hands in your hair now, fucking your mouth while ej and yuma fuck your body. three of them using you, taking turns, filling every part of you like it’s what you’re made for.
e: "mine."
n: "she’s not just yours-"
y: "she’s ours."
e: "then say her name while you cum. if you even can."
and god, you can feel it. you’re going to break.
ej’s thrusts get rougher, desperate, cock hitting that spot so deep your vision goes white. yuma’s panting behind you, close, voice cracking when he presses harder.
nicholas groans through his teeth when you gag on him again, pulling out last second to jerk his cock across your face with a hiss.
n: "gonna cum on your tongue. open up- fuck-"
you do. of course you do.
he spills hot and messy on your lips, thumb smearing it across your cheek, and you moan so loud ej twitches inside you.
e: "fuck, fuck- i’m gonna cum-"
he grabs your waist, drives in deep one last time and holds. filling you with a low growl, head buried in your shoulder, hips shaking.
yuma’s not far behind.
y: "fuck, sweetheart, i’m-"
he pulls you back into him with a groan, cock throbbing inside as he cums hard, loud, biting into your neck as he ruts into you through it. all of them still. all of them panting.
you’re ruined.
body shaking. lips glossy. soaked and dripping. ej’s cum spilling out of your pussy, yuma’s still warm inside you, nicho’s release on your tongue.
and none of them are done.
e: "don’t move."
n: "leave her like this."
y: "let her feel all of us at once."
ej reaches down and strokes your clit. soft and slow, and you cry out.
you: "t-too much.."
e: "you’ll take it. like the good girl you are."
you’re not even sure how long it’s been.
your lips are red and swollen, your thighs ache from being stretched open for so long, and your body. shaking, twitching. is still full.
yuma’s cock is still inside you. soft, but thick enough to make your pussy flutter around it with every shift of your hips. ej’s cum is still leaking out of you, dripping down onto the sheets. and nicholas. nicholas hasn’t moved an inch. he’s lying beside you, hand tangled in your hair, whispering against your ear.
n: "how many times did you cum, princess?"
you can’t even remember.
you: "i-i don’t know-"
y: "she doesn’t need to remember. we’ll remind her."
he thrusts shallowly, just once. just enough to make you jolt. ej glares from the foot of the bed, hand wrapped tight around your ankle.
e: "did i say she could move?"
y: "she’s still warm. can’t help it."
n: "she always clenches like that after she cums."
his fingers slip between your thighs, lazy and light over your soaked folds. it makes you whimper, your hips trying to jerk away.
you: "p-please- too much-"
e: "you said that ten minutes ago, and then you begged for more."
y: "exactly. this pussy knows who she belongs to."
ej crawls up over you. slow. heavy. his eyes lock with yours, and his voice drops into that husky, unreadable tone that always gets you soaked.
e: "mine."
nicholas leans over and bites your shoulder.
n: "ours."
y: "prove it."
ej scoffs, but it’s low. cocky. like he will.
he pulls yuma out of you with one firm tug, watching your hole clench at the sudden emptiness. you whine. loud. but ej just hushes you, dragging his cock along your folds again, spreading all their mess together.
e: "don’t cry. you’re about to get it back."
he slides in slow. too slow, like he’s making you feel what you’re missing. your whole body trembles when he bottoms out.
n: "god- she gets tighter every fucking time."
ej holds still. hands gripping your hips, breathing hard. you’re cockwarming him now. pulsing. still sensitive. too full and too wrecked to think straight. nicholas climbs over you next, dragging two fingers down your cheek and slipping them into your mouth.
n: "suck."
you do. tears sliding down your face, cheeks hollowed out, lips pink and puffy from crying and choking and moaning through three different orgasms.
y: "she’s pretty like this."
n: "no- she’s perfect."
e: "and she’s mine."
nicholas groans as you moan around his fingers.
n: "you really think you fucked her better than we did?"
e: "she came the hardest on my cock."
y: "she begged for me. don’t forget that part."
e: "she always begs."
ej’s thrusting again. slow, but brutal. just to prove his point. your head tips back with a whine, and your pussy clenches so tight around him that he groans.
you: "p-please, ej-"
nicholas grabs your chin, forces you to look at him.
n: "tell him who made you cum the hardest."
e: "careful. she knows better."
y: "nah. let her say it."
your lips part. breath stuttering. chest rising fast as ej grinds even deeper. and then:
you: "i-i can’t cho- fuc- i can’t-"
they lose it.
nicholas shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth. yuma grabs your leg and spreads you wider. ej fucks you harder, cock pounding into you with a growl in your ear.
e: "then take it, baby."
n: "take all of us."
y: "we’ll fill you up again and again until you remember who made you scream."
your moan turns into a sob as your orgasm hits. your fourth, maybe fifth, who knows anymore. and you’re spasming all over ej’s cock as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.
e: "cum inside her. she needs to feel us leak out of her for hours."
n: "you’ll be dripping all over my sheets."
y: "and you’ll still want more, huh sweetheart?"
you nod through the tears, hands gripping sheets, body wrecked and soaked and glowing. you’re theirs. all theirs.
and they’re never letting you forget it.
the room smells like sweat and sex and them. it’s hot, sticky, silent for the first time since they got their hands on you. and you can feel all of it. their cum still leaking out of you. your muscles twitching. your throat sore from choking and crying and moaning for them like it was the only language you knew.
you try to move.
e: "don’t."
his voice is low. soft, but final.
e: "you’re not going anywhere."
he’s laying beside you now, shirtless, face damp with sweat and jaw still clenched like he’s thinking about round two. his arm slides over your waist, tugging you closer, and you melt. of course you do. his cock’s still heavy against your thigh. his cum is still inside you. and he means it when he says you’re not leaving.
nicholas is sprawled on your other side. you feel him before you hear him. soft, warm kisses pressed to your neck. gentle. possessive. his fingers trace over your stomach, your thighs, the bruises on your hips from where ej had you pinned down.
n: "does it hurt?"
you: "mm- i‘m okay."
n: "you better be. or i’m making him kiss it better."
ej scoffs, but it’s fond.
e: "i already did."
y: "you both talk too much."
yuma’s still behind you. half under the blanket, half wrapped around your leg, hand resting right between your thighs like he’s guarding it. he’s been quiet ever since he came inside you again. like he’s too deep in it. like he’ll lose his mind if he says the wrong thing and scares you off.
y: "we’re not letting you go home tonight."
you blink, dazed. sore. a little dizzy.
you: "why?"
n: "you really think we fucked you like that just to watch you leave?"
e: "we want you."
y: "been wanting you."
you freeze. just for a second. then you let your eyes flutter shut again, letting them hold you in silence. you feel safe here. sticky and ruined and marked up from all three of them. and the warmth in your chest is just as overwhelming as the ache between your legs.
ej leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder. it’s slow. soft. lips lingering like he means more than he says.
e: "did we hurt you?"
you: "n-no. i-i liked it. all of it."
nicholas shifts beside you, his lips brushing your cheek now.
n: "good girl."
y: "the best girl."
you hum, content, surrounded, already starting to drift. but then ej speaks again.
e: "next time, it’s just me."
nicholas laughs. sharp, but not mean.
n: "keep dreaming, juju. you think she wants just one of us now?"
y: "she’s ours."
ej pulls you impossibly closer.
e: "we’ll see about that."
you fall asleep with three sets of lips pressed to your skin, three cocks that already want another round, and three boys who are absolutely, unquestionably yours.
and yeah. you're definitely not going home tonight.
to any writers that see this i want u to know if i like one of ur fics or anything like that and i don't reblog for a while i promise I'm going to.... I'm just so slow 😭 i see people get discouraged about their stuff and i know it's different for everyone but for me personally I'm just slow as fuck
this is a man who has crazy eye contact during sex. he loves watching your reaction to how well he’s fucking you. and every time you look away from him he’ll stop.
“baby you got to look at me. keep watching me and i’ll keep making you feel so good.”
you nod your head and let out a hush sorry. but you couldn’t help how you would react to him watching you with those brown eyes, and that smirk that would grow on his face when he knew you were seconds away from coming.
