contains: perv!reader, masturbation (f), boxer stealing (reverse panty stealing trope), use of toy (bullet vibrator), unestablished relationship w/ leehan, edging, overstimulation, implied dom!leehan, blowjob mentioned
the hamper’s a mess. his clothes are lying all around the floor, and a pair of his favorite boxers? missing.
well, not really.
you missed him too much, and he wasn’t going to be home until a couple hours later. before he left, you promised leehan that you’d do the laundry before he gets back. but you had to wait for one more set of clothes—the ones your wearing right now—before starting the load. and obviously, the missing boxers in your hand.
“leehan…” you softly whimper out, breathing in the scent of him that clung to the cloth as your other hand held your vibrator right on your clit. the tingly sensation of coming close would go away quickly as you moved the little bullet up and down slowly. you wanted to savor it, really make your orgasm last, because it’s what he would’ve done if he was at home with you right now.
you feel depraved, moaning into his boxers shamelessly as the only thought that stayed on your mind was ‘what if he saw me like this right now?’. it’s not the first time you’ve daydreamed about doing something like this, but thinking it versus actually doing it is on a whole different level.
your clit felt swollen, overstimulated from the non stop vibrations yet unwilling to let yourself cum. your tongue stuck out to lick at the fabric, right where his crotch must’ve been. it turns you on further to imagine his bulge beneath as you thought about giving him head. you love the taste of him, the way his cock stretches out your throat, how his fingers comb into your scalp as he holds you in place…
you only get wetter thinking of it all, slick oozing out of your hole continuously as your moans sounded the room. plus it doesn’t help that you’re doing it on his side of the bed. god, i really miss him so much. you keep the vibrator rubbing along your folds, sensitivity creeping up all around as you felt close.
30 minutes of edging yourself seemed good enough. he would’ve let me come by now, you think. so you let go, your body burning up in your orgasm as you came hard. sticky cum coated your knuckles and the sides of your thighs, your teeth biting down onto his boxers as a guttural groan ripped out of your throat.
muffled curses leave your lips as drool collects onto where you’d been biting. but even after cumming, you simply couldn’t stop yourself, holding the toy on your clit even though your hips lifted off the mattress in overstimulation, your body thrashing around non-stop. it’s what he would’ve done, you repeatedly think to yourself, fingers tightly holding the bullet down onto your swollen clit.
you could go hours like this. leehan will probably sigh at the fact that you haven’t done the laundry once he’s back.
premise: all good things come in threes. the holy trinity. third time's the charm. peter, paul, and mary. your three roommates willing to help you experience how REAL, pleasurable sex feels like.
notes: fem!reader, roommate au, multiple partners, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap ut b4 u tap it plz), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, reader has prior shitty sexual experience
a/n: inspired by this post i made some months back. also shoutout to @cheolscherries1812 for their original comment on the post about leaders 🫶🏻 i started this in hopes that it would eliminate my writer's block BUT IT DIDN'T but it's here now, and i'm very proud of it, and i'm slowly getting back to writing. appreciate your patience and support for all of my work across all of my blogs!!! also, if this is reminiscent of my older works, then...;)
it should be a quiet friday evening for you, all things considered.
you had gotten off work, came home to dinner lovingly prepared by euijoo, kicked jaehyun’s ass in mario kart, and received an unprompted but well-appreciated shoulder rub from jungwon. it was shaping up to be a good start to your weekend, a smooth transition into two days’ worth of rest.
that was, until jaehyun suggested the four of you have a few rounds of drinks. rarely do you ever get together as a complete unit of four, considering everyone’s hectic schedules, and this was exactly what jaehyun used to rationalize his little idea as he gathered the shot glasses and raided the apartment’s not-so-secret stash of alcohol.
euijoo and jungwon seemed down for it, too. the snack drawer was emptied and dumped on the carpeted floor of the living room, and before you knew it, the four of you were gathered in a circle, mixing vodka with the monstrous stock of mountain dew that jungwon of all people kept in one of the cupboards.
but the drinks turned into jokes, and the jokes turned into dares, and the dares turned into an impromptu game of never have i ever.
“this is childish. what are we, in high school?” you give each of your roommates a pointed look, trying to convey just how much you oppose the idea of the game.
yes, these are your roommates, the people you literally live with, and your bond goes beyond usual roommate bounds, but you’re not exactly sure about inevitably spilling all your dirty little secrets to them.
the three of them stare back, unfazed, eyebrows raised in equal challenge.
“that’s the point! it’s fun because it’s childish,” jaehyun reasons, shot glass in hand while he pours vodka into it. he turns to you fully, handing you the liquor.
“bottoms up, sweetheart,” he says.
you cringe at the nickname but take the shot glass, anyway. you down the drink in one graceful swoop, your face crumpling as the liquid slithers down your throat. your two other roommates whoop in celebration, and despite it all, you feel yourself relax as the warmth of the vodka spreads from your stomach to your limbs.
jungwon and euijoo throw their own heads back as they take their shots, and you muster up everything in you to stop yourself from staring at the bobbing of their throats.
you hand the glass back to jaehyun. he fills it up once more, pouring to the brim.
“now this is for the fun part,’ jaehyun teases, winking at you playfully.
“i told you, i don’t want to play,” you reiterate.
“boring,” jungwon quips from across you, grinning when you narrow your eyes at him.
“just one round,” euijoo encourages from your left, peering into your face and smiling sweetly.
you feel your stomach flip, and given your history of not being able to say no to euijoo, you can’t help but let his words get to you. you roll your eyes, sighing, though euijoo knows this is just code for ‘fine, but only because you said so.’
euijoo just knew you like that.
and euijoo could just get you like that.
he leans over and bumps your shoulder with his and you feel your face flare up with heat.
“you’re all gonna gang up on me anyway,” you pout. this earns a conspiratorial chuckle from jungwon.
“then at least you know what you’re in for,” jungwon reasons.
you brandish your middle finger up at him, to which he blows you a kiss in retaliation while jaehyun swats your hand down.
you should be irritated, annoyed, hassled—whatever other word describes the negative feeling that you ought to be getting from being teased around like this. but you just can’t. for all their shenanigans, your roommates are some of the only people who could get away with being like this with you.
in hindsight, and historically speaking, it probably isn’t healthy, and it definitely isn’t advised to develop feelings for your roommate, but here you are.
crushing on all of your roommates.
you’re not sure when it started, but you try to rationalize it by telling yourself that living with three guys in their early twenties was bound to create some complicated feelings eventually.
sure, let’s go with that.
“relax, ______, it’s just ‘never have i ever’,” jaehyun croons, pushing the shot glass into yor hand. you take it, eyeing it warily.
if euijoo was the sweet one, then myung jaehyun was the pain in your ass.
“it’s never just ‘never have i ever’ when it comes to you,” you counter. “you always have some ulterior motive behind these games of yours.”
jaehyun splutters, eyes widening as he throws his hands up as if in surrender.
“i’ve never been so offended in my life,” he complains.
“can we just start the game so we can actually start drinking?” jungwon’s voice cuts over the bickering. a finger presses against his temple, his eyebrows pinched together as he stares at you and jaehyun.
“okay, i’ll start,” euijoo jumps right in, and you barely have any time to blink, let alone register what’s happening.
“never have i ever performed oral sex in public.”
“why are we jumping into the sex stuff already?” you demand, a look of alarm settling on your face as you turn to euijoo.
euijoo shrugs, running a hand over his tired eyes. “i don’t know, ______. i’m kinda tipsy already, you know, so why not?”
you swallow, pretending that the lazy drawl in his voice doesn’t do something to you.
with a disbelieving huff, you take the shot glass from the floor in front of you and gulp down its contents in two swallows. you meet jungwon’s eyes as you finish, his drink gone as well as he sets his own glass down.
“okay, ______. we need details,” jaehyun urges, nudging your knee with his foot. you smack him hard on the thigh.
“that’s not part of the rules,” you deflect, snickering when you’re rewarded with a loud yelp from jaehyun. “besides, you want me to believe that you haven’t given anyone head in public?”
jaehyun shrugs, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “i haven’t given anyone head in public. receiving it though…”
euijoo and jaehyun make eye contact, and as if on cue, the two reach forward to dap each other up.
“i know what you mean, brother,” euijoo quips, a shit-eating grin spreading on his face.
“you?” you turn accusingly to euijoo. “really?”
euijoo schools his expression into one of innocence. “what? you think i don’t mess around?”
you pause, the implication clear in his statement. the thought of euijoo—your kind, soft-hearted, considerate roommate—going around hooking up with people sends a strange feeling creeping up your spine. not that he can’t be kind and hook up at the same time; his disposition has nothing to do with his actual sex life.
it’s the images that come to your head that give you pause.
his hand running up someone’s thigh. his lips ghosting over someone’s neck. his hips slamming against—
you blink, willing yourself back to earth lest you completely lose yourself in your thoughts.
“your turn,” jaehyun points out as he refills everyone’s shots. you blink again, your brain taking a few seconds to catch up.
“oh,” you say, clearing your throat. “never have i ever received head in public.”
euijoo and jaehyun’s voices meld into a single complaint.
“now that’s not fair!” jaehyun cries out.
“you did that on purpose!” euijoo protests.
“too bad, you shouldn’t have volunteered information i didn’t ask for,” you respond, chuckling as they begrudgingly down their shots. you and jungwon high five, identical grins settling on your faces.
“okay, you had your chance to get even,” jaehyun grumbles, pouting cutely. some stupid part of you wants to crawl over to kiss it off his face.
seriously, what is up with you?
“never have i ever faked an orgasm,” jaehyun declares, a wicked glint in his eye as he turns to you.
indignation fills you immediately.
“hey, now that’s not fair!” you cry out, reaching over to deliver your nth smack of the night to jaehyun’s shoulder.
“what’s not fair is you having to fake orgasms,” jaehyun says, laughing. he dodges another one of your attempts at his arm.
“statistically and biologically speaking, a lot of people with vaginas have a harder time finishing for a variety of reasons,” you argue. “you can’t hold my own biology over me!”
the three men burst into laughter, and you glare at each one of them in turn. you mutter under your breath about wishing you had a dick instead, downing yet another shot. your stomach burns with the liquid but the fuzziness is starting to settle now. you feel quite good, actually.
“what kind of shitty sex are you having?” jungwon asks from across you, head tilting in curiosity. some of his hair falls into his wide, delicate eyes and you watch as he brushes them back with equally delicate fingers.
“the kind that’s none of your business,” you retort, grabbing the bottle of vodka to refill your own drink.
you catch just enough of it to witness your three roommates exchanging looks. your face heats up and you’re not sure if it’s the embarrassment or the alcohol.
“it’s not to say that i haven’t ever finished during sex,” you blurt out, cringing once the words had escaped you.
“it’s just a phenomenon that’s few and far between.”
there’s pure silence for a few seconds, your roommates looking at you with varying degrees of worry and amusement.
“when do you orgasm?” euijoo asks and it catches you so off guard you nearly drop your glass.
“excuse me?” you demand. euijoo merely smiles lazily, leaning back against the couch behind him.
“what happens when you actually cum? like, what leads up to it?” euijoo expounds, and his choice of words has your bottom lip slipping between your teeth.
fuck, he sounds a little too hot saying the word ‘cum’.
“what is it with you guys and trying to pry into my sex life?” you question, putting on your sternest expression yet.
not that you aren’t willing to be forthcoming with them. truth be told, you’d tell them anything if they asked nicely enough. or if they just asked, point-blank, period. they don’t even have to be nice about it. you just think that it’s best to put up a semblance of normalcy, barring your filthy, unfiltered thoughts and fantasies from escaping.
thoughts and fantasies that involved them, of all people.
“aren’t we allowed to be curious?” jungwon questions, fixing you with another one of his looks. the one that has your stomach flipping ten different ways. that one.
“no,” you deadpan and you think you see a flicker of something in jungwon’s eyes.
if euijoo was kind, and jaehyun was an ass, then jungwon was the iron fist that ruled the apartment. not a hair left on the floor, no piece of furniture crooked when he’s in charge.
you think about how you’d hate to be on the receiving end of his ire. in the conventional sense, at least. elsewhere, though…
“your turn,” you say, shifting the subject back to the game before anyone else gets any more ideas.
but, having lived with your roommates for about half a year, you really should have known that they’re always full of ideas.
“never have i ever been eaten out before.”
jungwon’s lips rise at the corners as he waits for you to take a shot. you stare back, shrugging. you don’t move.
no one takes drink.
it takes a few seconds for the rest of them to catch up.
“never?” jaehyun asks, his voice pitching higher.
“what, you guys haven’t had your ass eaten out?” you feign a giggle, trying to shift the subject to anywhere but at you. “i thought for sure at least one of you would be into that.”
“that’s unimportant,” euijoo declares. “you’ve never been eaten out?”
you falter. “well—no.”
“that’s like foreplay 101. hell, that’s the main event for some people,” jungwon says, his expression full of disbelief. “you’re telling us no one had bothered to eat you out before?”
the way he so crudely talks about your bedroom activities has you shifting in your seat, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve yourself of the growing pressure in your belly.
“i mean, no one really offered—,”
“that’s fucking insane,” jaehyun interrupts. “i’ll eat you out right now, if you want.”
a violent blush takes over your entire face as you nearly choke on air.
“you’re so full of shit, myung jaehyun,” your voice pitches higher as you stare at your roommate, your heart thundering just beneath your ribcage.
jaehyun merely shrugs as he beams at you. he pushes his wire-rimmed glasses further up his face, raking a hand through his hair after, and it’s with great self-control that you urge your eyes to look anywhere else but at him.
“we’re just saying, your past sexual partners must have been pretty selfish if they hadn’t as much as offered to…you know.” euijoo cuts in with a gentler approach, gesturing vaguely as he finishes his statement.
it never really dawned on you that this was such a strange phenomenon. sure, sex felt good for you on numerous occasions, and some of your encounters nearly brought you there. but it was never enough. half of them were clumsy, most too eager. their hands would grab too hard at all the wrong places and their fingers would leave you aching, and not in the way you wanted.
“i’ve never been fingered properly before, either,” you blurt out, voice fading to an unsure mumble towards the end.
euijoo raises his eyebrows. “i’m sorry, what?”
you sigh, deciding to just let it all out.
“most times, the people i’ve been with would try to…with their fingers,” you explain. you meet each of your roommates’ eyes one by one. “but it would mostly hurt and it didn’t feel good at all.”
you can practically hear the ticking of the clock in the next room over.
“and i ask you once more, what actually makes you cum during sex?” euijoo questions, fixing you with an equally worried and eager stare.
your throat feels parched, your words and thoughts a jumble in your head.
“i usually just get myself off. i rub one out while they…do whatever it is they’re doing.”
silence.
jaehyun looks to jungwon who looks to euijoo who looks back at jaehyun. for some reason, this feels more humiliating than if they were all staring at you.
“looks like you pulled the short end of the stick when it comes to the people you sleep with,” jungwon says with a little snicker. you flush as his eyes do a brief once-over of your figure.
“i know, i know, i shouldn’t have settled for anything less,” you grumble, pulling your knees to your chest. you curl into yourself, suddenly hyperaware of all of the eyes on you.
“i haven’t slept with anyone, in like, half a year. can’t have shitty sex if you’re not having sex at all,” you add, chuckling humorlessly.
“so your last was the ex you broke up with before moving here?” jaehyun clarifies, scooting closer until his shoulder is pressed up to yours.
you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “yes.”
another stretch of silence blankets the four of you, and you internally cringe at the direction this game and this conversation has taken. jaehyun shifts to your right, his arm draping over and around your shoulders.
“want us to help you?”
jungwon snickers and euijoo’s already large eyes widen even more. you whip your head towards jaehyun, equal parts scandalized and…aroused.
“cut it out,” you mumble halfheartedly, trying to pry jaehyun off of you.
“what? i’m trying to be a gentleman here,” jaehyun protests with a smile. his body heat and cologne muddle your senses.
“by offering to sleep with me?” you protest, elbowing him hard in the ribs. he winces but pulls you in even closer.
“don’t tell me you guys haven’t thought about it,” jaehyun says, gesturing to euijoo and jungwon, his brows raised knowingly.
you feel your entire body go simultaneously cold and impossibly hot, the sensations fighting as euijoo and jungwon look at each other.
“that’s quite the accusation,” jungwon muses, tilting his head, a traitorous smirk settling on his lips.
you feel all semblance of calm escape you, your heart beating faster than it already was. you turn to euijoo for any sort of reprieve from this situation you’ve found yourself in, but even he refuses to meet your eyes.
oh.
so it’s like that.
under normal circumstances, this should have scared you. disgusted you, even. but you would be lying if you said that you haven’t thought about them that way. sure, it started as innocent crushes, feelings developed for people you live in close proximity to. but as proximity goes, your rooms are crammed into one short hallway, walls like paper, and squeaky doors that don’t ever fully close.
you’ve heard them on certain nights, groans too rhythmic and sighs too loud to be anything but what you thought it was. you had felt like a pervert all this time, listening in and anticipating that stretch of silence right after an audible gasp, or that maddeningly loud creak of a bed as one of them finishes, headboard banging against your wall.
(you remember now it was euijoo, as his room is right next to yours.)
so all propriety aside, you have no choice but to admit that you’re irrevocably, undeniably turned on right now.
“so you have thought about it.” you finally find your voice and it seems to snap all three men out of their reveries.
jaehyun shrugs from beside you. always the candid one, his fingers trace patterns on your exposed shoulder, smiling when he feels goosebumps rise on your skin.
“you know i do. i haven’t really been keeping it a secret, have i?”
you meet jaehyun’s eyes and he looks at you expectantly in that annoyingly handsome way of his. you lick your lips and his eyes follow the motion, snapping back up right at the very last second.
“i thought you were just messing with me,” you whisper.
but you know. you know deep down he was doing anything but.
“well i’m not,” jaehyun says, disproving your statement.
“let’s make a deal.”
you turn your head towards jungwon who’s looking at you, calculation evident in his eyes. he glances briefly at your two other roommates before straightening.
“you let us take care of you and we can finally put this topic to bed,” jungwon continues calmly, as if he were just proposing who gets to do what chore in the apartment.
“i—what?” your voice is barely above a nervous whisper.
jungwon shrugs. “you said you’ve never been eaten out.”
he looks to jaehyun.
“wanna help her with that?”
jaehyun’s face immediately breaks out into a grin. jungwon continues before jaehyun can get a word in.
“you said you haven’t been fingered properly. maybe i can do something about it,” jungwon says without breaking eye contact. you feel your whole body tense up and shiver.
have all of you gone completely crazy?
“anything else we can help you with?” jaehyun says, glancing at euijoo, who seems to be the only one as affected by all this as much as you are.
euijoo takes a moment before looking over at you. even in your apartment’s shitty lighting, you can see the way his pupils dilate, eyes raking over your curled-up figure.
“what do you want?” euijoo questions, shifting his body subtly closer to face you.
you swallow, a million thoughts running through your mind.
this is ridiculous. this is reckless. this is dangerous. who thinks about sleeping with all her roommates? who entertains the idea of them ‘helping’ you by granting you sexual favors?
“whatever it is you think about doing when you jerk off at night,” you respond, despite yourself.
you relish the way euijoo’s breath catches, his lips pressing into a thin line.
jungwon and jaehyun simultaneously let out disbelieving chuckles. euijoo is bright red now, all the way to the tips of his ears.
“guess we aren’t so quiet when we—ah—relieve ourselves,” jaehyun muses with a chuckle.
“you especially,” you banter, digging your elbow once more into his ribs.
“oh, she’s got some bite,” jaehyun taunts, his hand sliding down your back before resting just above your ass.
“big talk for someone who just admitted to settling for bad sex,” jungwon pipes up. he pushes himself to stand, slinking over to where you’re seated.
jungwon crouches down, and due to his stature, even in this position, you have to crane your neck up to look him in the eye.
“want us to help you?”
you hear nothing but the steady thud of your heartbeat in your ears, and you feel nothing but sheer weightlessness as you ponder your options.
they’re offering, and you’re willing.
you inhale, resolve hardening in your chest.
“i’d like to see you try,” is all you say.
it’s like a switch is flipped within all three of them. you physically feel the room go still as all three sets of eyes turn to you. jungwon is the closest and in your direct line of sight. he grins, his hand reaching out, his pointer finger resting just beneath your chin.
“i’d like to see you take it.”
jungwon glances to jaehyun, raising a brow.
“i got it from here,” jaehyun says, voice low and rougher all of a sudden. jungwon nods before returning to his seat.
you turn, your heartbeat still thundering loudly in your ears.
euijoo and jungwon watch with attentive eyes as jaehyun lets his hand fall completely to the slope of your ass. his other hand reaches for your thigh, grabbing onto the supple flesh and maneuvering you to face him.
“you can still say no,” jaehyun whispers, fingers trailing up on your skin.
in what world would you do such a thing?
before you can overthink it, you lean forward to connect your lips with jaehyun’s. you hear jungwon snicker and euijoo inhale. jaehyun, on the other hand, smiles into the kiss, a hand coming up to cup your face. he pulls you closer, manhandling you over his lap, to which you allow yourself to respond eagerly, arms circling his neck.
jaehyun shifts beneath you, pressing his semi between your legs, and you gasp, rocking harder against him in retaliation. he moans wantonly into your mouth, but quickly pulls away to discard his glasses before diving back in with renewed vigor.
you tug at his hair and he digs his nails into your waist. months of teasing and sexual innuendos amount to this, with him half-hard and you leaking through your underwear.
“hurry up,” jungwon teases. you pull away, peering over your shoulder to see him chewing on his thumbnail, eyes dark as he surveys the scene in front of him.
euijoo looks like he’s about to explode.
glad to know you’re on the same page.
“hurrying is what got her here in the first place,” jaehyun warns with no real bite, a corner of his lips twitching up.
“isn’t that right, pretty? we’ll take it nice and slow for you tonight.”
you whimper involuntarily, jaehyun’s fingers traveling down to press firmly into your inner thighs. he wastes no time in coaxing you down, right onto your back.
you thank the heavens in your head for the foresight of suggesting that your living room needed a fluffier rug.
your hair spreads out beneath your head, and jaehyun rakes his eyes over your face, down to your neck, then to your chest, caging you in with his arms braced on either side of you.
“can i take these off?” jaehyun asks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. his hair is sticking up all over, and you think about how ridiculously hot he looks at this moment.
“yes,” you mutter softly. this earns a soft smile from him.
“there she is. thought i wouldn’t be hearing that voice for the rest of the night.”
the soft croon of jaehyun’s words, coupled with the drag of the fabric against your warm skin as he pulls your bottoms down, sends yet another shiver through you. you’re left semi-exposed in just your underwear, your legs automatically clamping shut.
“none of that, sweetheart,” jaehyun urges gently, prying your thighs apart once more. “how am i gonna help you if i can’t even reach what’s here?”
just as he says this, he reaches down and presses two fingers right at your core, on the damp spot forming on your panties. you gasp, bucking into jaehyun’s hand. he grins, obviously pleased with your reaction.
“for someone so hesitant, you sure are eager,” jaehyun says, rubbing at the spot, movements traitorously slow.
“now you’re just taking the piss,” euijoo comments under his breath. “don’t leave her waiting.”
you crane your neck to look at your other roommate and you have to suppress a moan at what you see.
euijoo’s still leaning back against the couch, his fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. there’s a sizeable bulge at the front of his sweatpants.
jaehyun rolls his eyes playfully, withdrawing his touch to yank your underwear down in one fell swoop. you startle, but you let jaehyun slip the last barrier standing between his and the rest of your roommates’ eyes and your aching, wet pussy.
“oh, wow. you really wanted this, huh?” jaehyun questions, spreading your legs even further apart.
he settles on his stomach, face level with your core. you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and anticipatory.
“how can anyone let all this go to waste? if it were up to me, i’d make sure you cum at least three times. per session. for as many sessions a day as you want.” jaehyun snickers, his fingers making contact with the moisture pooling between your legs.
“j-jaehyun,” you whine, your hand flying down to his hair. he peers up, leaning into your touch.
you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug.
the first brush of jaehyun’s tongue over your cunt sends you almost careening over the edge already. having no prior reference to what being eaten out feels like, all you know is that the whole world seems to have fallen away, leaving only this: the sensation of pure, utter pleasure pulsing through your body from what jaehyun’s mouth is doing to you.
he latches his lips over your clit, suckling gently, and your hips shoot straight up, grinding against his face. jaehyun hums against you, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub over and over.
your whole body ignites with what you can only describe as the most blissful burning sensation you’ve ever experienced. jaehyun pulls you closer to him, your legs thrown over his shoulders as his arms hook around your thighs, locking you in place. his nose brushes your clit as he teases your hole and it’s like a thousand fireworks go off right within your body.
“fuck, that’s hot,” you hear a voice say somewhere else in the room. you think it’s jungwon.
your eyes blink the bleariness away as you try to make sense of your surroundings, an attempt to find reprieve from the near-overwhelming sensation that jaehyun is dealing you.
jungwon is worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, the heel of his palm pressed into the front of his pants.
you glance to the side and nearly cum from the sight of euijoo languidly stroking himself as he watches you, fully engrossed in the scene unfolding in front of him.
jaehyun pulls your attention back to him, his whole mouth suctioning over your clit, tongue flattening and applying a constant pulse of pressure. you’re practically thrashing around by now, not used to the attention dealt to your most sensitive area.
your first orgasm of the night comes quickly and unexpectedly, your whole body tensing as jaehyun fucks his tongue into your hole. you clench up, thighs pressing into the side of jaehyun’s head.
“oh fuck—jaehyun!” his name falls helplessly from your mouth. “j-jaehyun, please!”
you don’t know what you’re begging for, but you know that you never want to stop feeling this way.
jaehyun doesn’t let up, even when you’re whining in protest, fingers pulling at his hair. still, his tongue laps up at the overflowing arousal, burying his face even deeper into your pussy, as if it were his last meal deprived from him.
“come on, baby, one more,” you hear jaehyun say, words almost completely garbled as he continues to undo you with his mouth. he reaches up and shoves your shirt up, one hand roughly grabbing at one of your tits.
how convenient for all of you that you decided to forego a bra tonight.
you moan, arching into his touch, your own fingers curling around his wrist as he kneads at your soft flesh. you feel another orgasm approach.
jaehyun pinches harshly at your nipple, tugging right after, and for the second time, your entire world burns white-hot. you cum yet again, breath caught in your throat as your face scrunches in ecstasy.
your roommate pulls away from between your legs, watching as you slump back down to the ground, panting and completely spent. you peek at jaehyun, his lips and chin completely drenched in you as he observes your every move.
“good?’ he asks. you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.
“i’m afraid anyone who comes after you will have a hard time living up to that,” you admit, throwing an arm over your eyes as you try to catch your breath.
but before you’re afforded a minute’s rest, your arm is pulled away as jungwon’s face comes into view.
“don’t challenge me, sweetheart,” jungwon says with a smirk. he glances at jaehyun.
“move. it’s my turn.”
jaehyun exaggerates a bow, leaving you with a wink as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he stalks off to take jungwon’s seat at the side, the tent in his own pants painfully obvious now.
“still okay?” jungwon asks, a palm smoothing down your arm. “does your back hurt? do you need a pillow?”
you shake your head, giggling. “i’m fine, wonie.”
jungwon’s eyes darken at the nickname, mischief painting his smile. “so, is it fine if i do this?”
you don’t have time to register his question before he’s reaching down, the tip of his finger circling your hole. you yelp, instinctually pulling away, your core sensitive from jaehyun’s ministrations.
without waiting for an answer, jungwon plunges two fingers in, his other hand pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place.
“i thought you wanted us to show you how it’s done?” jungwon asks, voice steady, with the barest hint of teasing.
“or is it too much?”
jungwon drags his fingers out half of the way before pushing them back in. you jolt, a high-pitched whimper spilling out from your lips. the fingers inside you curl up against your walls, sending your eyes rolling to the back.
it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“that’s it,” jungwon says, curling his fingers even harder the second time. “so responsive. so good for us, hm?”
your hands try to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, and eventually, they settle on clutching onto the sleeve of jungwon’s sweater.
“please,” you beg for nothing and everything. “jungwon, h-hurts, need it, please—”
“use your words properly,” jungwon interrupts, tone admonishing.
“faster,” you gasp. “please fuck me faster, harder.”
jungwon snickers, pace immediately picking up. your back arches, your clit twitching from the lack of attention. you reach down, rubbing harshly.
“oh, fuck,” jaehyun’s voice is hoarse over the roaring in your ears. “that’s so fucking hot, baby.”
his words spur you on, your hips moving on their own accord, swiveling and thrusting closer to jungwon’s hand. he slams his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, curling at the very last second before pulling out and then repeating it over again.
“filthy, aren’t you? bet you fantasized about us fucking you like this. using you like this,” jungwon sneers, tugging your shirt all the way up and over your breasts. he continues what jaehyun started, pinching and tugging and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he lands a hard smack to your tits and it sends a shock of pleasure all over you.
again and again he repeats this, and you feel the skin on your chest start to warm. finally, as his fingers brush over your sensitive peaks for the nth time, coupled with the pressure in your belly from his fingers, your third orgasm tears right through you, unraveling you once more. you twitch and shudder, tears springing in your eyes with how tight you’re squeezing them shut.
it takes about a minute for your whole body to relax, your limbs splayed out as jungwon pulls his fingers out.
“good girl,” jungwon praises, pushing his fingers into your mouth without any preamble. you bristle but let him slide in, your saliva quickly coating his digits, salty from your fluids.
“shit, look at you,” jungwon laughs breathily. “don’t blame me if i’m coming into your room every night just to see this view again and again.”
you whimper as jungwon withdraws his hand. he leans down, pecking your lips lightly.
“hope that was good enough for you,” he whispers, pulling back before you can even respond.
your heart is hammering in your chest as you watch jungwon take a seat beside jaehyun, who is now full on jerking himself off, cock slick with precum as he eyes your half-naked body on the living room floor.
euijoo drifts into your line of sight, his expression hard to read. he has himself tucked back into his pants, but it’s obvious that he’s still rock hard underneath. he crawls over to you, then settles into a sitting position beside you.
“still good?” euijoo asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face.
you nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.
“need a break?” euijoo continues. “we can stop now, if you want.”
you tilt your head. despite everything, you can’t help the urge to poke fun at your very mild-mannered roommate.
“why? what are you gonna do to me?”
euijoo’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes moving down to study your figure.
“i’m not going to do anything. you are,” euijoo responds. he reaches out, tugging at your arm.
you let yourself be pulled up to a sitting position, too weak to protest much. anticipation courses through your veins as euijoo lies down, propping himself up on his own elbows.
“you asked what i think about doing when i jerk off at night,” euijoo begins, tugging you closer.
“i think about you, riding me, fucking yourself on my cock.”
your breath stutters but a new wave of arousal washes over you. you tentatively push yourself up on your knees, scooting over to where euijoo is. you eye his clothed dick, unsure, momentarily glancing up at him.
his eyes appear glazed over, but still hardened with resolve.
“if you want to experience good sex, maybe you’ll have to work for it a little, hm?” euijoo gestures to his sweats, to the string still tied tightly.
you balk at his words, not expecting him to take this tone with you. granted, he’s still speaking as he always does, but the way euijoo so flippantly tells you to work for it has your thighs clenching together once more.
you reach over to tug at the drawstring, undoing the knot, careful not to let your hand brush directly on his bulge. you pull at the waistband next, taking euijoo’s underwear along with it.
his cock springs free and you feel yourself get dizzy.
euijoo is long and full, heavy in your hand as you take hold of him. he’s still slick from his precum, beads of it continuing to leak from his tip. he hisses as you stroke languidly along his length, your mouth watering as you do so.
“don’t be shy,” euijoo says with a little chuckle. it sounds innocent, lighthearted. but there’s a glint in his eye that has your stomach twisting in the best way possible.
you oblige, swinging one leg over his supine form. you line him up at your entrance, and at the last second, you peer over your shoulder at your two other roommates.
jaehyun licks his lips, cock on full display as he fists it harshly, and jungwon has something in his hand, clutched tightly around his own length. with a jolt, you realize it's your underwear. the lace material drags up and down jungwon’s dick, for sure ruined beyond measure.
“eyes here, _______.” the sound of your name from euijoo’s lips forces your attention back to him. he holds you by your thighs, thumb rubbing back and forth on your skin reassuringly.
you inhale, sinking down on euijoo.
the first slide in has both of you groaning, your mouth falling open as you make it all the way down. the stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and the way euijoo’s fingers dig into your things adds another delicious sensation into the mix.
“god, you feel amazing,” euijoo breathes, his pelvis automatically rolling up. you gasp, bracing yourself on his chest.
“ride me, baby,” euijoo implores. “please, need to see you. ride me”
without as much as a second thought, you lift yourself up before grinding your hips back down. this sends both of you moaning, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. you repeat your movement, swiveling your hips just as you remember doing with all those people before, with your exes and flings, desperate to impress them despite them leaving you disappointed time and time again.
but you know euijoo would never disappoint you.
euijoo grunts beneath you, praise coming out in ragged breaths. his voice pitches higher whenever you clench around him and you make it a point to drag this sound out of him with every chance you get.
“you’re so fucking good at this,” euijoo declares, his hands moving up to grip at your waist as you lean over him.
“yeah, baby, use me. get yourself off.”
“ah!” you whimper, hips slamming down against his as you desperately chase your fourth orgasm of the night. thanks to your other housemates, the sensitivity between your legs is at an all-time high, easier for you to coax yourself closer to your release.
you can vaguely hear both jaehyun and jungwon behind you, panting and for sure jerking off to the sight of you riding euijoo, and you wonder rather hopefully if perhaps they’d like to join in.
you feel your knees start to burn against the carpet, despite its soft material. your thighs also ache, but the promise of another earth-shattering orgasm looms over you.
“need me to take over?” euijoo asks between labored breaths. you nod hurriedly and euijoo grins.
“i got you,” he says, and before you know it, you’re being pushed onto your back, a momentary dizziness overcoming you as euijoo wrangles you into a different position.
but before you could get comfortable, euijoo’s firm hands grip your hips, twisting you around and onto your front. a gasp catches in your throat as you scramble to maneuver yourself properly onto your chest.
euijoo presses your upper back down, forcing you onto the ground, while his other hand hauls your lower half up.
“you wanted to see them, right?” euijoo croons smoothly as he runs his hands up your back. you feel him poke against your entrance.
you glance up at jaehyun and jungwon, the former now sprawled on the couch, his hand furiously fisting his length, while the latter is eyeing you ravenously, your underwear still clutched tightly in his hand as he fucks into the soiled material.
euijoo takes hold of your hips and slides right back in. you whimper as your arms attempt to hold your body up, but to no avail. your elbows buckle and you have no choice but to arch even deeper as you bear your weight on your forearms.
“that’s right,” euijoo pants. “look so pretty like this, all bent over for me.”
“fuuuck,” jaehyun drawls, throwing his head back as his hand moves impossibly fast.
euijoo chuckles. “and for them.”
you keep your eyes trained forward, watching your roommates completely lose themselves to the scene in front of them: you getting fucked to oblivion by who you thought was your most respectful roommate.
absolutely nothing is respectful about the way euijoo is drilling into you now.
you feel the telltale coil tighten in your belly and you cry out as euijoo slams in particularly hard.
“i-i’m close,” you warn, head falling and hanging uselessly between your shoulders.
your whole body is jostled with how rough euijoo is fucking you, and you can feel the desperation radiating off him; the need to get you there and the desire to be right there with you.
“euijoo, please, please, please,” you repeat, like a litany only meant for the filthiest of ears to hear.
“come on, sweetheart,” euijoo urges, hands clamping down impossibly hard at your waist.
“let go for us. you can let go for us.”
a strangled cry erupts straight from your chest as your orgasm hurtles into you. you’re sobbing into the carpet now, hiccupping and mewling like a hurt kitten as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you.
euijoo keens as his own release comes upon him, spilling his loud into you and on your ass and back as he jerks himself off the rest of the way.
your arms tremble, body collapsing as the last dregs of your euphoria seep out. you lay on your side, hair a mess, and breathing ragged.
your roommates' muffled voices and footsteps drift around you, but you don’t hear much at first, too spent with everything that’s transpired. eventually, you push yourself up to survey your surroundings.
jaehyun catches your eye just as he’s walking into the living room with a bottle of water. he looks disheveled, but the bulge in his pants is gone now, though his lower lip is still swollen from what you assume is him chewing relentlessly at it. a cool sensation presses against your back as someone wipes away at your skin.
“i made a mess. sorry,” euijoo apologizes from behind you and you startle, head whipping around. he grins sheepishly at you as he leans in to kiss you briefly.
“turn around, please. let me clean you up.”
you don’t have to be told twice.
jaehyun leaves the water in front of you and jungwon reappears a second later with a bundle of clothing in his hands. you realize quite belatedly that it’s a fresh pair of underwear and shorts of yours.
“you okay?” jungwon asks, placing the clothes gently into your hands.
you giggle, leaning up to capture his lips in yours.
did you have a good night? did i make you feel alive? that's all i even wanted, yeah. — have your lovin’.
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chaste kisses under the fan's spinning blades turn hotter by the second. or maybe it’s the blanket that lays atop you both that does so, but neither of you want it off either. it's your secret haven for the night.
you’re not wearing a bra, simply in a panty the same color as the nightdress he chose for you to adorn before bed. and even though you weren’t sure what was going to happen, you still hoped that something did. and something is.
as his hands pull you closer to him, as close as you can get with the barrier that is your clothes, you whimper out his name. not too loud though, because you both have to stay quiet. it’s your room, and your parents are sleeping in theirs right below.
“shh baby, you have to keep it down hmm? i know how loud you can get for me, but i also know how well you listen to me.” his words have you nodding, obeying right away as always—he never makes you feel the need to disobey.
and so, you both go back to kissing, with the moans that do come out, despite you trying your hardest not to, getting swallowed so easily by him. meanwhile, he’s feeling up your thigh, the nightdress you’re wearing helping him out. squeezing the skin and then rubbing his thumb ever so gently, he makes a pattern of it while reaching higher, lifting the fabric to your stomach.
“m/n…” letting go just a couple centimeters, you whisper against his lips, eyes heavy with need as you stare back at his own. you feel his fingers that you love pulling down your panty, your breathing getting harder as he lifts your leg to put on his hip. and just like that, you feel so exposed like this, despite the blanket still keeping you both covered.
it felt wrong, because what if someone was to walk in at any moment? you don’t have any locks on your door, so if anyone wanted to, they could come in any time. but it’s 2am. who could be awake at this time, apart from you both who haven’t had a chance to be alone together the whole day until the sun fell?
“i’m gonna touch you hm?” he warns, not asking, as his fingers ghost over your sensitivity. you bite your lower lip in anticipation, knowing how much he can make you feel with just words. him spelling out what he's going to do made it harder for you, waiting until he did just so.
if you both were in any other place, you wouldn’t have cared to be as loud as you wanted to be. he likes it like that, loving how you sound because of and for him. and he misses that so much right now. but the thrill of having to stay quiet was a thing of it’s own. you can’t compare it really in this rare moment.
you’re so wet, the usual squelches he likes to listen for being muted due to the speed at which he’s touching you. it’s slow and gentle, making sure he’s feeling every crevice of your pussy before delving the middle finger into your hole oh so easily. you’ve both grown accustomed to the fact that you open up to accommodate a finger practically as soon as he starts touching you, two of them becoming a somewhat tight fit.
you gasp as he pushes against your gummy wall, hooking into you before pulling out and repeating. instead of telling you to stay quiet, he guides your head to his shoulder, his lack of a shirt making it so that you could do as you please. small bites littered across his chest as he continued on, cursing shortly whenever you bit or sucked too hard. turns out, he too needed to keep it down.
as you got closer, you moved your hips instinctively, searching for more as you wrap your arms around his neck. broken inhales of his scent make it all the more difficult for you to keep it down, your uneven breathing letting out short bursts of your moans as well.
that makes him let go of you. “turn around,” he commands simply, and as the obedient girl you are, you do just that. he helps you out of your dress, letting it fall off the bed before pulling down his boxers just enough to free his length.
the finger that had been inside you still keeps rubbing circles on your clit, your squirming body being as animated as it is because of the lack of sound you are allowed to produce. in the mean time, he pumps his cock, a few strokes to get it fully hard, before prodding at your entrance with it.
suddenly, your mouth got met with the taste of your slick, his finger that had been inside your pussy now making it’s way to mix your saliva with it. it was his way of keeping you quiet, letting you suck on one as his tip pushes past your walls. an arched back made it easier to fit all of him inside of you, but he wants you closer, so before he began to move, he pushes your bodies together, your back to his chest and his leg over yours. you were locked in place, ready for him as he likes you to be.
just his unmoving length feels like a lot, heat building between the bodies as the fan’s air barely reach you both. sweat shines as your lover kissed the side of your neck, lips leaving intangible marks over your skin as he waits to begin.
drool slips down the side of your mouth as your energy to keep sucking on his finger expended quickly. but instead of letting go, he put another one in, your teeth simply biting them in place.
and then he starts. it takes a lot to not pound into you right away—he has to make sure the bed doesn’t creak. slow movements and soft grinding as your breathing matched him, he is careful and deliberate with each thrust.
your body melts as he continues on, the mattress beneath you molding to accommodate the two that form into one on top. and the blanket above is proof that something’s going on, because the only sounds were ones that you hoped would only stay within this room.
very slow thrust after thrust has you oddly regaining energy to suck on his fingers again, all because you really can't afford to let your throat make a single peep. seconds turn into minutes, and because of how slow he is, the extended time it takes to make you both reach climax is not really a worry. sure you want to cum, especially so after being unable to earlier, but this feeling of intimacy outweighed every ounce of that want. because what you really need is to be with him, as close as capable for as long as possible.
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it wasn’t everyday that you got invited to an alumni reunion, and certainly not for the high school you had attended.
it’s been… almost half your life since then, and the majority of people from those times haven’t been a part of your recent years. it makes sense why everyone you were once close with drifted apart, the multiple factors of adulthood coming into play as you draft an email asking for paid time off. your job demands too much from you, rarely letting you use it in the first place, so you spent quite a bit of time wording it to get what you wanted. you weren’t exactly thrilled to go, but neither did you have anything else to do so you could decline the invitation. being single was making you lose your mind.
so you thought—why not just revisit some old memories?
a month later, you made your way into the not-so-familiar halls of where you spent most of your teenage years, scrutinizing the modern look of the refurbished school. but still, the one place that didn’t change was the cafeteria, where the class president had organized the party to take place. the once bustling room with endless chatter and smells of all kinds of food now got converted into a professional looking banquet hall… more or less. everyone was dressed to the tens, you included of course. the deep red dress you wore with a short but flowy trail and the pearl jewelry to compliment really brought out your features, the ones you didn’t really care to present back in the day.
but then again, reunions were all about showing off where you’re at in the present to the people from the past.
numerous peers only made small talk with you as you returned words with a smile, clutching onto your purse as you thought about how glad you are for not keeping most of these people in your life. yet, you couldn’t help but think about one particular person as you made your way through the crowd, not even sure if he would attend an event like this.
you were wrong though, because at the simple thought of him, you caught sight of his face looking around the room from the corner, the man dressed too casually for such a formal event. but… that wasn’t all. he’s changed. a lot.
he locks eyes with you, his stoic expression turning soft as he smiles. it’s inviting, him barely moving an inch as you mindlessly take steps towards where he sat.
the grown muscles beneath the compression shirt were covered from sleeve to wrist with tattoos, intricate designs that seemed to resemble tigers and flames as you got closer. he had a couple dainty ones too, pretty flowers arranged in a pattern between those tigers. you looked back up at his face though when you finally got to him.
“sungho.”
his name fell from your lips almost like it was practiced, like you’d been saying it recently even though it’s been a decade since your last meeting.
he let out a soft breath as he looked up at you, his calloused hands asking for yours as he pulled out the chair beside him for you.
“thought you forgot me, y/n.”
you were taken aback by the phrase, tilting your head as you placed your bag next to his leather gloves. but right after, you giggled at him, teasingly saying, “i’m appalled you think so.”
“really? i thought you’d never notice me, talking to all those people without end.”
“not my fault you blend right into the background with your outfit,” you shook your head with a smile still on.
sungho wanted to reach over and fluff up your hair as you spoke, remembering how he had always done so while walking you to class before going into his own right across the corridor. you still held the same smile on your face, except now, you look like you’ve grown into it. and he would be lying if he wasn’t thinking about how gorgeous you look dressed up right now.
“sorry about that, guess i’ll have to wear something more eye-catching next time.”
eye-catching? his presence seemed eye-catching enough, the muscles decorated beautifully as his simple clothes remind you of how he wore clean looks everyday when you both were best friends.
you couldn’t help noticing the way he sat too, his face resting on his right hand, elbow propped up as his left held his bicep. it wasn’t intentional of him to show off what he’s earned through the years, but it doesn’t hurt to look right?
“don’t worry about that,” you say, discreetly gulping as your eyes dart between his arms and face.
he hummed as he noticed the way you look around, a bit amused by the situation as he remembered something. well, how could he ever forget it in the first place?
“y/n…” he paused, shifting in his seat to cross his arms on the table, putting his head on top as he looked at you with eyes softer than his voice. “do you remember our promise?”
you could barely hear him over the loud music the dj played, the sounds bouncing off the wall and reaching your ears instead of the voice of the man sitting near you. you questioned him, your eyebrows furrowing as you put on a puzzled look.
“do you remember our promise?” he said a tad bit louder, lifting his head off of where it lay on his arms.
again, you couldn’t grasp even a notion of what he’s talking about, blankly staring back at him.
at that, sungho sighed, sitting up and grabbing the leg of the chair you sat on. in an instant, he pulled the seat towards him as you yelped, your face landing on his chest as his arm went around your waist. he lowered his lips next to your ear, talking right against it this time. “i said, do you remember our promise?”
now, even the music couldn’t stop you from feeling the way he spoke, a bit stern, but also a bit needy. he didn’t try hard to hide how he felt anymore either, his heartbeat increasing rapidly as you looked up at him from where you were, your eyes fluttering as you parted your lips ever so slightly.
sungho bit his inner lip as he saw you, his grip around your waist getting tighter as he pulled you closer. you rose up with the movement until you were face to face with the man before you, the one you once called your best friend.
“if we’re not married by 30, let’s marry each other.”
hearing you mutter those words had him smirk. not the playful kind though, but rather a tame look, like he’s glad you didn’t forget. “so, are we getting married then?” he joked—but not really.
the blood creeping up your face the whole conversation finally exceeded the shade of your blush. you could imagine yourself looking like a tomato to him, but he didn’t care, the casual words that slipped out of his mouth feeling heavy as you think about how you were almost at the promised age.
“i… have a year left until 30, you know?” you softly mumbled, but sungho only brought his face closer to yours. he wasn’t so close as to kissing you yet, but the proximity felt so intimate as he brought his hand up to tuck away the strands of hair that threatened to fall out from behind your ear.
“you didn’t deny it though,” he said then, cupping your cheek as a soft pout formed on your face.
“yeah… did you want me to?”
he quickly shook his head, looking back at you with cat-like curious eyes that once again reminded you of the past. he’d always put that face on when he had something to ask, whether it be a question on the homework or whether you were up to listening to him play a new song he learned on the guitar. but most of all, it reminded you of how he had brought up the pact in the first place.
right before you both had to line up to get to your respective seats assigned by last name, sungho pulled you out to take you to a corner, away from the crowd of classmates neither of you were going to see anymore. his graduation cap tilted slightly as he yanked you close to him, engulfing you in a tight hug.
“y/n, promise me that you’ll always be my best friend!”
you couldn’t help but giggle at his adorable words, a “yes obviously,” slipping out of your mouth as you hugged him back and shook him side to side. he let go to hold your face in his hands, looking at you briefly with his eyes about to spill tears, and then pulling you back in his embrace. this one lasted a bit longer as he sniffled back as much as he could. you didn’t understand why he was so emotional when he usually wasn't like this, but you soaked in his emotions as you patted his back to soothe him.
after a couple minutes of just standing and hugging, sungho finally let go to look at you, holding onto both your hands as you looked back at him. you both smiled, safe to be each other’s, whether it be in the way he wanted it or not.
looking at you with his eyes slowly widening, he finally asked the thing he’d been thinking about saying a million times.
“if… suppose that if we are still single at 30, then get married to me ok?
“i’ll take care of you and you don’t have to be alone, you know. we can be best friends until we die, and i’ll be by your side forever that way.”
you burst out laughing at his absurd words, but you nodded along.
what would you do anyways? it’d be better to have at least someone by your side.
“i’m serious, y/n. promise me.”
he let go of one hand to bring up his pinky finger, and right at that moment, you overheard the speakers ask for all students to get in their lines if they weren’t there already. you hastily brought up your pinky as you firmly tied up the verbal pact with those simple motions, giving him one last hug before you went out to find your spot in the line.
“i didn’t.” a beat passed before he continued, “i’m curious though. did you ever think of me?”
“yeah, a lot actually,” you started off, bringing your hand up to take a hold of his that cupped your face, pulling it off of you as you held it instead. “i don’t even know how we lost contact to be honest.”
“it’s ok. we just got busy is all. life happens.”
you tilt your head at the ever understanding boy, seeing the him that you remember from all those years ago as your lips upturn. everything you both did and felt right now couldn’t compare to anything else you’ve felt in the decade of being apart from each other. and you both can tell that the feelings are mutual as you stare into each other's eyes.
you try hard not to look down at his lips, but sungho doesn’t even hide it. maybe it’s the atmosphere, secluded from the rest of the people there, that makes you both feel like stepping into a place that neither of you have visited together before. or maybe it’s the maturity you both have gained that helps you both (mostly you though) see different sides of each other for the night. or maybe, it’s the reunion of two souls that were never meant to be separated.
the distance between both your lips decreased as he came closer, snaking his arm around the small of your back. you stopped breathing as you felt your mind get dizzy at your past best friend doing something that could never make you see him that way anymore. but did you care?
no.
so you reached in further, about to kiss him yourself as he pulled back. you landed back on top of his chest as he grabbed his gloves and your bag in one hand. as he stood up, you got up with him. he told you to grab his jacket though, since he didn’t want to leave your touch for even a second.
even with the ungiven kiss, sungho didn’t keep you hanging, his lips pressing against your forehead, after which he led you out of the party, never letting his hand leave your back as he guided you to the parking lot.
“let’s take this somewhere else hmm. so, your place or mine?”
the look on your face as you saw the singular bike parked at the end of the lot made sungho laugh as you looked between him and the vehicle.
“what? haven’t been on one in a while?”
well, he’s not asking a question with a yes for an answer. you’d only ever ridden on them with him from when he got his first one right after graduation, taking you around town and wherever else you wished to go the summer before college began. so yes, it’s been a while for you. but more than that, your dress wouldn’t really be… comfortable to sit on the bike with.
he sensed your hesitancy as he geared up, putting on his gloves, jacket, and helmet before taking his seat. he sat a bit farther from the handles though, patting the space in front of him. “just sit like it’s a chair and trust me. you can do that for me yeah?”
you’re taken aback by the words he chose, but you couldn’t help but listen to him as you did just that. then, he took your wrists and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling you closer as you gasped at your body twisting towards him. even through the muffling of the headgear, you could feel the vibrations in his chest as he laughed at your cuteness. you just blushed though, hiding your face as you clutched around his body tighter.
you felt secure as he reached for the handles, caging you in his arms as he started up the bike. you couldn’t help but shiver at the cool air passing through, so sungho turned off the engine.
you weren’t sure why he did so, but what he did next only made it harder for you not to feel anything for him as he removed his jacket to put it on you.
in an instant, it felt like he’s showing you everything you never saw in him before, like he’s really changed. but the odd thing is that he’s always been this way. even from the memories that come back to you through the night, every single thing he’s done with you tonight has also been done in the past. he’s… always been this way. it’s just you who’s realized it now.
“so, where do you live now y/n?”
“oh, i don’t live here anymore,” you spoke up, not sure if he could hear you.
“don’t have to yell pretty, i can hear you,” he let out another hearty laugh, finding everything you do adorable as you hide your face into his chest again. the nickname didn’t even register in your head until way later, but too much time had passed for you to retaliate.
the warmth he radiated was more comforting than the jacket he put on you as you breathed in his scent. driving past the familiar roads of your childhood, you assumed he drove you both to his place because where else would he go if not to yours?
the musky yet slightly floral notes of his perfume fill your senses as you grab onto him tightly on a sharp turn. he was careful with how he drove, just in case, because the last thing he ever wanted was to hurt you, or lose you once again.
neither of you spoke as the sound of the wind racing past your bodies was loud enough to pause communication, nor did either of you really mind it as you basked in each other’s presence. it didn’t take long to reach his apartment as sungho quickly parked in front of the building. now, another dilemma arose as he got off the bike and looked to where you were looking.
on the inside, you were just thinking about lifting your dress high enough to get over the puddle, but sungho had other thoughts as he hooked his arm under your legs without asking, the other going to hold at the middle of your back. you hadn’t even gotten off the bike as he did so, reading the room ever so quickly. shrieking, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you over the water and into his place. but he didn’t let you down even after he crossed over the puddle, pushing the elevator button as you told him he can let you down now.
“just let me hold onto you please,” he spoke out to the elevator doors as they opened up, not looking in your direction. truth be told, he was being brave with every single move he’d made throughout the night, from a simple smile to the bold princess carry.
he had hoped for this moment to come for so long, to see you once again after years of no contact. and the only thing that ran through his mind when seeing you at the reunion was “finally”. but now, he’s not sure what more to do. his lax nature only hides his soft heart as he tries not to look at you, entering the confined space. sungho knew for sure that one look would destroy his composure. so as much as he wanted to stare at your matured and pretty face, he held back.
and you? you hid your face for the same reasons, not wanting to show the effect the man has on you after a decade. you’d never seen him as anything more than a friend, trusting him with things you’d only ask from someone you wouldn’t imagine a relationship with. but the list of reasons to change how you see him is only growing longer as you keep getting swept off your feet (figuratively, and literally) from sungho’s actions and words.
the ride up the elevator was short and quiet, hearts beating in sync as you both wondered what would happen next. soon enough, he put you down in front of his apartment door, reaching into his backpocket to get his keys to unlock the door. he realized he still held onto your bag as he did so, nudging it towards you to return the item.
the darkness of the interior contrasted the bright lights of the hallway you both stood in as sungho pushed the handle down. “it’s not much, but you can get comfortable, alright?”
he made his way in first, holding the door for you as you entered right after. a hit at the light switch showed the living room, furniture made of dark leather, as he walked over to the kitchen. you followed behind him, going to sit on the couch timidly. the L-shaped seating was intimidatingly large, but that gave a lot of space between the two bodies.
naturally, sungho came and sat on the side that showed signs of wear because it happened to be his favorite, most preferred, spot. placing the glasses of water down, he pushed the tall one towards you, expecting you to take it.
you don’t. you nervously look around still, taking in the pieces of him that he’s engraved into the warm space. your eyes follow the table holding the tv, not too big but not too small either, seeing pictures of him with his family, friends, trips with them, and even small trinkets.
“so, how do you like it?” he smiles at you, noticing how you look around the neatly organized room.
you looked back at him, returning the smile, “it’s… mature. but the same way it used to be.”
if hearts could melt, sungho’s would’ve been akin to the puddle from earlier. you remember how his place looked…? he just couldn’t get over it really.
you spot the record players and vinyl stack soon enough, teasingly pointing, “who got you into that?”
“oh, just a friend. wanna listen?”
your eyes twinkled at the words, nodding as you waited and watched him move across the room once again, this time to carefully place the needle on the vinyl that had already been placed on top. then, he walked over to you, slowly, deliberately, before courtesying and putting his hand out for you to take.
you tilt your head as you look at him, not sure what to do. and at your inaction, he looks up and straight into your eyes.
this time, he looked desperate. his eyes that had hid his true feelings since the beginning of your encounter now showed so much emotion. it was as if he was asking to spend your lifetime for him—no, to spend his lifetime with you.
“we… didn’t dance at the party. so, would you do me the honor?”
biting your inner lip, you nodded as you brought up your hand to place on his. you got up slowly, his back straightening to stand tall once again as you felt his other palm lay gracefully on your back. he so wished he could pull you closer, but it didn’t matter much when you placed your free hand on his shoulder, his body heating up nervously.
the music painted the room, a soft jazzy mix, as you both blinked while looking at each other. the two of you only moved your upper bodies, the occasional shuffle of feet adding to the sounds. and as if you both held your breaths, the intensity of what you felt doubled down by the second.
you were afraid to inhale too loud, the music being the only thing that you feel like should be heard in the moment. even the crinkles of your dress with the slightest of movements felt like a betrayal to the sounds of the saxophone and piano in the background.
sungho did the same, being scared to let out his breath, as his eyes stayed on you. the back of his thumb rubbed where he held your hand sometimes, as if to remind him that you were real, that you were here, and that you were inches apart from him.
he hesitated to lean in, maybe steal a kiss or give one on top of your head. but all those thoughts broke away as you gathered the courage to speak up.
“so,” you started, glad that your voice didn’t crack, “what have you been up to?”
“nothing.” he smiled at your confusion, the softest look of it presented on your face. “just work, some travelling with friends. nothing much.” after a beat, he added, “and you?”
“well, me too. just… work everyday. then come home and get ready for the next day.” you looked down as you got reminded of the mundane yet tiresome life you live.
just then, sungho brought his hand up to lift your chin back up to looking at him. “it must be tiring.”
in that moment, you felt understood, and it made your heart burn for him in a flame that only grew brighter. and as if on cue, the song ended. after taking a couple second to let the song truly leave the space, you cleared your throat as you turned around to go back to sitting down.
sungho was left alone standing until the lack of you registered in his mind. disappointed, he too made his way back to his spot.
it just isn’t your day as everything jumbles up your brain. these newfound feelings that maybe were always there, the changed yet still similar man sitting in your vicinity, the breaths that made you feel dizzy. and the stupidity that ensued as you opened your mouth.
“when did you get hot?”
you didn’t mean to ask him a question, and certainly not this question. it just… slipped. yeah. it just slipped. that’s what you told yourself as you gulped and tried your best to look at him without blushing a furious red.
“oh? you think i’m hot now?” he asked, smirking as he sat back at his end of the couch and spread his legs. it seemed like an invitation almost, a test to see how much you mean what you say.
the only thing you could do now is own up to your words, so naturally, or as naturally as possible, you responded, “well… yeah… i mean, look at you.”
his smirk deepened as he looked away, eyeing the sleeves of tats on his arm before looking back at you.
“if it’s the tats, i have more. wanna see?”
your eyes lit up at that, widening at the prospect of knowing just the extent of his body alterations. you nod quickly as you look at him, but you regret it instantly as he leans forward and reaches his hands towards opposite ends of his shirt’s hem.
before you could say anything, he had already pulled the top off of him, revealing yet another tiger on his body, this time on his stomach. beside the animal sat a woman, her face hidden by the tiger’s body. you make your way a bit closer to him, mesmerized by how intricately drawn the art was, even absentmindedly reaching out to touch his skin as if it was art on paper, but his abs tensed as you did so, returning your attention back to yourself.
quickly coughing and trying your best, yet failing, to hide your face, you pull back your hands to yourself as you quickly complimented the tattoo.
“thank you, y/n,” he spoke, blinking as he wondered what just happened (in a way that makes him think whether it really is a dream that he’s found you within).
swiftly nodding, you finally pick up the glass he had placed down ages ago, drinking the water to wash away your embarrassment. sungho kept his gaze on you the entire time, not even caring that he was shirtless in front of the woman he loved. loves.
it must’ve taken an immense amount of courage to make one last dauntless move as he got up to cage you between his arms. the way his body leaned over yours had you gasp as water spilled down the sides of your mouth, but that didn’t faze him as he wiped away the liquid with his thumb before grabbing your chin. he leaned down closer, teasing another kiss.
“move away now, otherwise i’ll lose all control if you let me get any closer.”
the soft breaths of his words brushed your face as you waited for him to keep going, expecting this since the banquet hall. you didn’t have a shirt to hold on to to pull him closer, neither did you have any power in the position you’re in, so you simply closed your eyes and waited.
sungho took it as a sign as he felt his heart beat out of his chest, looking at your sweet face waiting for him. he finally leaned in then, attaching his soft lips to yours.
one tender kiss detached to then reattach into a fiery and needy makeout as you wrapped your arms around his body to pull him closer. his weak knee knelt down into his sofa, falling right between your thighs as you felt the fabric’s tension move to the center. he still held back from completely letting his weight fall onto the supported knee though, because he’d feel bad to ruin your pretty dress.
you could feel how his hands slid down the leather and onto your back, right where they were before, as he picked you up once again. his lips were on you the entire time as he walked you both to his bedroom, not even bothering to turn the lights on as the ones flooding his living room spilled in. unlike the heated makeout, he placed you down on his mattress so gently, sitting you on the edge. and then, his hand trailed up to the back of your neck, finding the zipper as he tugged on it to slowly reveal your back to the darkness behind.
you moaned as the cool touch of his fingertips went to unhooking the bra you wore as your hands laid on his chest. messy saliva threatened to fall on your dress, but you stood up before it could, the red fabric pooling around your feet instead with your bra, the man standing back up with you.
if it was under normal circumstances, sungho would’ve gone slow—he’d have kissed your skin all around as he showed you how much he loved you with every fiber of his being—but this is different. you both met after a decade. ten years later. nothing’s normal about right now, and you both knew that you needed each other right away. no teasing, no time wasting, nothing. just his body on yours as he gave you everything.
the kiss got even more intense, unfathomably so, as he picked up your under-thigh and pushed you down, his body on top of yours. and as soon as your head landed on the soft bedsheets, he detached his lips to kiss you down your skin.
the way he moved, grinding on air, made him feel impossibly hot as his lips inched closer to your core. with his teeth biting on the flimsy fabric, he pulled down your panties (with some help from you).
you could barely watch without drowning in pleasure, getting heated as you felt his breath fan over your entrance. but he pulled back, standing up to remove his belt and pants before crawling on top of your body and cementing his place above you.
“i’m gonna put it in.”
you didn’t nod or say yes, because that’s exactly what you needed. instead, you pulled him by his shoulders to kiss him, not caring about the slight pain that shot up your body. it would soon be replaced by pleasure anyways.
sungho hissed into the kiss at how you felt, tight and exactly how he’d imagined, as he pushed past your entrance. you were pretty wet, but he really tried to go slow so that you could get used to his size, yet at the same time, he could barely hold it in.
within a couple minutes, the tatted man was engulfed by your walls as he swallowed all your whimpers of pain. his hands found refuge wrapped around your waist, in a way also holding you down.
and finally, he began.
the rhythm felt slow at first, because he didn’t want to get out of this heaven, but he had to, for both of you. he made sure to control himself though, otherwise he’s sure he would’ve gone… animalistic.
you sensed the hesitation to let go as you felt him slow down, ultimately letting go of the kiss to whisper to him: “give it all to me.”
the look sungho gave you bordered on reverence and pure lustful desire, nodding as he made up his mind. he will. he’ll give everything to you as he always has.
without a word, he pulled almost all the way out, slamming right back into you with brutal force. your hips met at the juncture as if cars crashed on the highway, and you arched as a pain different from anything else you’ve felt before shot up your spine.
but the way he kissed your neck felt so reassuring. he’s still holding onto you, his lips saying ‘i got you’ with every touch. and as he let go of one of his hands around your waist, he delved further into you as his fingers interlocked with yours.
his harsh thrusts kept going, his cock drilling into your aching pussy as he pulled out moans upon moans from your weak throat. sungho could be like this for hours, not knowing the extent of how his strength made you get dizzy.
but you didn’t mind that. not at all! you wanted this, you asked for this. so you’re happily taking it as it comes, even if the tears prick your eyes, you’re taking it.
“s-sungho….” he hums at you, telling you to go on. “more.”
“fuck.”
he sped up at your request, still going as deep as possible to feel you devour him whole, the sounds of skin slapping being echoed by the walls. neither of you wanted this moment to end as your arm holds onto him, tightening, while he grunts to the feeling of you.
your lower stomach feels it, that familiar knot you’ve given yourself countless times because you had no one else to give it to you, as his thrusts become rather sporadic. sungho feels himself closing in as well, but he waits, holding onto his release for as long as possible so that you could cum first. he needed your release more than he needed his own.
your core tightened, and your arms behind his back went sore as your moans turned into whines, eyes closing and spilling out tears of pleasurable pain. the man on top of you kept watch through lidded eyes, pushing the final button as he spoke, “give it to me pretty, i need this.”
like a command, hot slick gushed out of you as your eyes rolled back in immeasurable pleasure, and sungho moaned into your skin as he kissed your neck again, feeling how your slippery cum stimulated him further. he kept his thrusts going until your arched back fell back onto the mattress, and you opened your eyes to see him.
“you ok?” he mutters, but you could barely respond as he pulled out to cum over your swollen clit.
moments pass as sungho pants on top of you, his forehead on top of your chest so you could only see the top of his head. you reached your hand into his locks as you watched, feeling his soft hair as a way to get him to calm down.
he couldn’t really calm down though, if he was being honest, but it helped to feel your hand caressing him like so, as if saying ‘good job’ after a tough exam. that happened one too many times in the past, so he felt like the same kid again, the one who used to run to you after the end of the period he just had an exam in so that he could get consoled in your arms.
“y/n.”
you hummed, your hands deep between his locks as you felt his body start to calm down.
“i love you.”
the rush he felt saying the 3 simple words made his heart speed up again, especially since you stopped moving your fingers through his hair. you simply froze in place, not knowing what to say at the sudden confession. he continued in your silence, because he didn’t know what else to do.
“i always have. i don’t know when this started, when the days of my platonic affection for you turned into heart-aching love. but you’ve been the only one i could think of like this. not a day passed by without thinking of how you were doing in the 10 years apart. i… accepted that i’d never see you. i thought you went on, had a family, maybe even had pretty daughters who looked like you. i was just happy thinking you were happy.”
you closed your eyes as you listened to him, each syllable falling out of his lips increasing the thumping in your own chest. your heart scurried at the thought of him sitting around, maybe having a drink or two as his mind wanders off to you. every night at that?
“but then i got the invitation, and i wasn’t going to go at first, because i thought you wouldn’t. i mean, you were always like that. i practically dragged you to the last dance of senior year—” he chuckled at the memory of you huffing out a fine at him, “—and you just sat at the corner. i mean… it wasn’t much fun anyways. but being there with you was what made it worth it to go. i just… i guess i was hoping you’d come. and god, i’m so glad you did.”
sungho began lifting himself off of your body as he averted his gaze from you. the loss of his touch felt cold, but you kept listening as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed. his knuckles curved over the mattress, holding onto the bedding, while his back hunched over. he was scared, turning away from showing his face to you.
but still, he couldn’t bring himself to stop the words from flowing.
“the second i saw you step in, everything i kept buried inside just came right out. i couldn’t even… i couldn’t even fathom the kind of person you would have become since our last time together. man. 10 years is a lot of time huh,” he chuckles, his body shaking slightly as you sat up to watch. you hugged your knees close, listening intently. he sighed.
“the red is gorgeous on you. always has been. every color suits you. especially when you smile—god your smile. i could never forget it if i wanted to. you’re a diamond, always have been. and the pearl? makes you look so mature, pretty. but fuck, your smile. you grew into it. i never thought a smile could get prettier with age.”
you smiled hearing that, blushing behind your arms as you lolled your head to the side. sungho looked back after saying that, and even though the lights were dim, he still saw your pink cheeks. he smiled softly at that before turning away again.
“and then you came to me. and we talked. and i felt selfish for wanting you to not have gotten married or be taken. and you weren’t, so it felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. then you remembered the silly promise we made on graduation day, and it made me want you more. i didn’t even have a plan or anything. everything just… happened. and now you’re here, and i probably sound like an idiot for even saying any of this right after we did… all that.”
releasing a breath you didn’t even know you held, sungho turned to face you, this time properly.
“i don’t want you to think this is a one time thing. and if you don’t want it to be… more, then tell me now. just get up and leave if you don’t want us, because i can love you forever, but if you hurt me after you say yes, i don’t think i could continue on. and i don’t want this to be some shit like a situationship or whatever. i want us to be each other’s. i am ready to fall to your feet and surrender myself to you completely, but if you won’t accept it, then tell me now.”
“sungho—”
“hold on pretty, i’m not done,” he interrupted, “sorry.”
a shy smile appeared on his face as he said so, but he couldn’t hear you reject him yet. if he’s putting himself out there, he wanted to say it all first.
you closed your mouth as you nodded, blinking softly as you kept your watch on him. he made you feel so warm, but hearing him say what you never thought about made you feel uneasy. you just wanted to tell him that it’s not true, but you understood his wish to keep talking. he had always been the talker out of you both anyways.
“i just can’t help myself from falling for you deeper. and now you’re sitting here, so either reject me so i can dig out of this hole i’ve dug myself so deep into, or give me the tools to go deeper, all the way into a lifetime of being yours.” he paused, furrowing his eyebrows before shaking his head. “that probably doesn’t even make sense. honestly, i don’t even know if anything i’m saying makes any sense,” you chuckle hearing him say so, “but it’s all just… love. i suppose it is.
“so yeah. i want to be yours and i want you to be mine. exclusive. i promise i’ll take care of you, and i’ll still be the best friend i was, but i want to adopt so many more titles just as i want to give them all to you. so,” he paused, taking your hand in his, “y/n, will you let me? let me be yours, and you be mine?”
instead of words firsthand, you shifted in your place, taking your hand back from where he held as you engulfed him in a hug. the thumps of his heartbeat could be felt by you if you didn’t have your own pulsing just as fast.
taken aback, sungho froze for a second, but within moments, he returned the embrace as he melted into your touch. to him, this meant so much.
you lingered in his touch for a couple minutes, simply taking in the moment before you spoke. he appreciated that though, still scared of rejection.
finally, you let go, taking back his hands in yours just as they’d been before the hug. he looked away, not sure whether it is because he’s shy or scared.
“sungho,” you start off, moving your face so that he’d look at you. the direct eye contact felt like a string attaching you both, you moving your face to be more comfortable as he kept his gaze on you.
“to be honest, i didn’t think that the night would’ve led to this either. i just thought it’d be an excuse to leave work and get a day or two to myself, a nice change of pace from how everyday has been for so long. and you know, i guess i was hoping to see you too? i mean, i honestly don’t even know why i came. everyone’s the same, just more… pretentious. annoying.”
sungho laughs at that, seeing how you still thought the same of your peers.
“you’ve changed so much, you know? but you’re still… you. i appreciate that. and like, i never expected you to straight up confess to me, and i didn’t expect any of this. i didn’t even think i remembered the promise—probably just lodged it in the back of my brain somewhere.
“if i’m being honest, from the moment i laid my eyes on you, it felt like feelings i never thought i had returned to me. you were just sitting there… looking like… this. and it was hard to take my eyes off of you. i guess that was your goal though right? to make everyone fall for you with simply a look?” you nudged him, a playful smirk brightening your face.
sungho shakes his head, shy at the thought of anyone really finding him attractive, because he only really wants you to see him like so. he wants you to be the one who finds him attractive, hot, charming, distinguished. just… a gentleman. but your gentleman.
“well, yeah. i suppose i wouldn’t mind having my best friend back and by my side until death, as my boyfriend,” you bring your hand back to put your fingers on his forearm, “lover,” you put one finger in front of the other, as if the fingers were walking legs, “and maybe even my fiance,” you cupped his cheek, “and husband.” you kissed him.
and he kissed you back. he kissed you back with the urge he had before. only now, he seemed so much freer and relaxed, his arms snaking around your waist. once again, he maneuvered you to lay you down on the mattress, and this time, he took his time.
his lips moved downwards, and he wove a sweet ‘i love you’ between each peck on your skin, his fingers tracing your beauty as his feelings for you evolved to the next stage. he could finally love you like he always wanted to. he could finally show you just how much you meant to him.
your soft giggles reached his ears as he went lower, his eyes looking up to scan you. he held the softest gaze, yet held you in such high regard.
“i want to make you feel like a princess tonight. all night.”
“all night?” you gasp, feeling his nose dive into your stomach.
“all my life,” he replied, his hands holding your thighs apart.
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What I was first thinking was Taesan being a bully and edging reader when either Leehan or Sungho calls and Taesan gets the bright idea that if you want to cum you have to beg and convince approval from one of them
Buuuuut what if we go out of the norm and have mean sungho !! Who wasn’t really going to tease you for long but when taesan/leehan called and you couldn’t keep quiet something clicked for him and now you have to convince all three of them 😆
contains exhibitionism (?) / name calling (slut, baby, pretty 💖)
oooh sungho who's fucking you but suddenly taesan and leehan are calling to get him to game together 😭😭 sungho answers and tells you to keep it down while he continues to thrust into you but you can't help but slip out a moan that taesan and leehan catches over the phone...
"are you fucking your girlfriend right now, hyung?" taesan laughs in disbelief, his own voice growing ragged as leehan clicks his tongue and mutters a quiet gross.
sungho's hips stutter for a moment when he hears taesan's observation over the phone, but then a grin overtakes his face like he's just been handed a shiny new toy. he doesn't hang up, instead, he continues his thrusts, rolling his hips as the sudden silence makes the sound of your wet pussy even louder.
"no fucking way," taesan laughs, a little breathlessly, "you're actually in her right now?"
you bit down on your lip to keep any sounds from slipping out but can't help but whimper at one of sungho's particularly hard thrusts, his cock brushing up against the spot that makes you lose control.
you hear something click on leehan's end of the line, his voice slowing to a sinful drawl, "hyung - just hang up or put the phone closer so we can hear her properly."
"she's being so noisy tonight," he says into the phone, "but she can't help it when i fuck her like this."
he punctuates his sentence with a pinch your clit, making you cry out.
taesan huffs, "don't be selfish, hyung. let us hear."
sungho lowers the phone to where you're connected to him, and suddenly leehan and taesan can everything - your shaky breaths, your whimpered pleas, the slick sound of sungho's cock disappearing into your soaked pussy, the headboard creaking...
you try to cover your mouth with both hands but sungho catches you before you can, pinning them over your head.
leehan's voice is louder over the call now, "is she close?"
sungho laughs, "fuck. yeah. she just clenched around my cock. bet you love this, don't you? letting other people know you're being fucked like some desperate slut."
you shake your head desperately.
"poor baby," leehan coos over the wet squelches, "do you want to cum, pretty?"
"mm - yes!" you pant.
"what do you think, hyung?" leehan laughs and sungho hums.
"i don't know, do you think you deserve it?" he leans down to bite on your neck as you moan out something that resembles a yes!
"fuck," taesan whispers breathlessly, "let her cum, hyung. i want to hear."
sungho's thrusts somehow speed up even more, hammering into that spot over and over while his thumb finds your clit.
"you heard them. cum for us, baby."
"wait, i -" you say deliriously, but your high comes faster than your words - cut off by your own broken moan that tears out of you, loud enough that the phone definitely picks it up. sungho continues to fuck you through it, his dick punishing your abused hole while he groans at how tightly your walls pulse around him.
"fuck, she's milking me," he groans as you finally slump back, panting.
sungho slows down, bringing the phone back up to his mouth, voice smug, "the door's passcode is her birthday, you know it. i think she can probably take all three of us tonight."
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I NEED. Ryul and Ohyul double penetration. JUST PLEASE I NEED IT BAD.
[18+] 2yul double penetration (afab reader)
j’s note: yaoi is present in this fic lolol. i’m soooo sorry for taking so long guys. on my knees begging for forgiveness. pls forgive dada 😞 sub!ohyul implied uhhh unprotected sex but pregnancy and sti’s don’t exist in royalryul world. (not beta read !)
A loud, guttural moan escaped from Ohyul’s lips. His cock twitched against his abdomen at the sight in front of him. You already stretched out on Ryul’s cock, his fingers tracing your cunt, pulling at the skin of your folds until he hears you whimper in response. Ohyul reached forward, tracing his thumb against the part where your cunt and Ryul’s cock met, their fingers brushing against each other.
He pushed his middle finger in, barely, before you flinched at the feeling of being stretched out more. If you were in the right headspace, you swore you would’ve punched the smirk off of Ryul’s face. Instead, your arms were limp, your nails digging into his wide shoulders.
Ryul pulled at your cunt again, like he was trying to make more space. The edges of his fingers pushing in, causing a loud squelch. Your body practically had a mind of its own, twitching in sensitivity the more they stretched you. His cock pulsed inside you as he felt Ohyul’s finger brush against him. He threw his head back on the pillow underneath him, fighting back from fucking up into you so he could chase the feeling.
“Gon’ feel so good, babe.” Ryul’s words were slurred, already drunk off the feeling. You weren’t much better, your face buried into his neck, making his skin even more damp with your breathless pants.
“Can’t wait anymore.” Ohyul’s voice was strained into a whine, his cock matching the same desperation as it leaked against his stomach. “Can I? Please — fuck. It hurts.” He pushed another finger in, curving them up against your walls. You clenched down, fighting the feeling crying out. He was gentle as he fucked his fingers into you, but there was an edge of impatience.
“Yeah? Won’t cum too early right, baby?” There was teasing in his tone, knowing how sensitive Ohyul’s cock is from waiting so long. Not that he’s off much better, practically just having you cockwarm him.
“No- Gonna make you both feel good.” Without another word, Ohyul pulled his fingers from your cunt, watching how you immediately close around Ryul’s cock again. He shuffled closed until his shaft was grinding against your folds, smearing his precum all over. His tip throbbed as he finally, finally pushed in. A sigh of relief came over him as he felt Ryul’s veiny cock against his, paired with your tight, hot cunt tightening around him.
The burn of the stretch was enough to make you almost scream. Ryul could tell just from how you bit down on his shoulders. He kissed your cheek, his hands massaging at your back. Ohyul bent over, leaving kisses down your spine, and ones on Ryul’s hands when they would cross paths.
When Ohyul finally bottomed out, you pushed yourself up, keeping your hands planted on Ryul’s chest, digging your nails into his pecs. Their cocks jostled inside you as you moved. Your boyfriend behind you made an effort to wrap his arms around your waist, hooking his head over your shoulder, kissing every so often across the juncture of where your neck and shoulder met.
Ryul reached for your arms, grazing his hands up and down, like a steady wave of encouragement. You ever so slightly moved your hips up, testing the waters. It felt like you were being split apart. You could feel every vein and ridge and twitch of their hips as you moved yourself up and down.
You could ever smell whimper from Ohyul in your ear as you kept fucking yourself down on them. “Baby — baby, wanna fuck you. Can I?” A mumble of pleas escaped his lips. You nodded in response, and that was all it took for him to push you down until you were chest to chest with Ryul again. Both of their hands groped at your hips.
Ohyul fucked himself forward, causing grunts and moans and whines from all of you. He couldn’t get enough of the way Ryul’s cock felt against his. He pulled back until just the tip was in, only to completely stuff you back full. You could feel yourself drool onto Ryul’s shoulder. With each passing moment of Ohyul’s thrusts, you found yourself trying to match his rhythm, fucking your cunt back on both cocks. So full, ‘m so full, was all the spilled from your lips.
You pushed yourself back up, only letting yourself hover over your boyfriend. You could see the smirk on his face, the way his eyes were focused past you, and onto your other boyfriend. Ryul pulled down at your neck, causing your lips to meet his. He kissed you like he was trying to steal the air from your lungs, and it didn’t help as Ohyul got rougher with pounding into you. His lips wrapped around your tongue, sucking on it before licking inside your mouth. It was sloppy and low effort, but still so, so good.
“Want a kiss too.” You pulled back to look in Ohyul’s direction, a pout prominent on his face at the sight of you both making out without him.
“C’mere, baby.” You said. He immediately bent over, crashing his lips into yours. The angle was awkward, your neck straining to the side, but it was so worth it. Ohyul bit down on your bottom lip, kissing over them again until they were swollen. His thrusts didn’t let up, still fucking into you. A long, stretched out Fuck was all you could hear from Ryul. His eyes were completely fixed on the sight above him.
Ryul planted his feet on the mattress before fucking his hips up, smirking at the way you both fumble into the kiss due to the unexpected movement. When you both finally pulled apart, you realized how out of breath you were. Your voice was raw with each moan.
And as if they had a mind of their own, both your boyfriends decided to reach for your unattended clit, taking turns pinching and rubbing at it. You were soaked, gushing around their cocks as they kept moving inside you, taking turns on who pulled out and who pushed in. The stimulation was too much, making your hips convulse on their own.
“Gonna cum.” You heard Ohyul whine, his thrusts quickly growing more sloppy in their movements. “Cum with me, please.” You just nodded along in response, completely on Cloud 9 as they fucked any possible word out of you.
At a particularly harsh, thrust, Ohyul hissed as he filled you up with his cum, feeling the way you clench down around them. You followed suit, cumming around both of their thick, heavy cocks. You cringed at the squelching sound that came from your sloppy cunt.
“Don’t pull out yet, baby, gon’ cum.” Ryul’s voice was hoarse, and all you could hear was a weak okay from Ohyul in response. He grabbed at your hips again, murmuring an apology, knowing how sensitive you both are. Ryul fucked his hips up, once, twice, before squeezing his eyes shut, his fingers nearly bruising your hips as he came. Your hips twitched, and your cunt clenched around them in over sensitivity.
You all laid there for a few moments, just listening to each other pant. Ohyul was nearly ready to pass out on top of you. Ryul let his fingers brush through his hair. All three of you welcomed the steady silence, not quite ready to let it all be over.
brother's best friend! jaehyun who keeps you as his dirty little secret 🐥 contains jaehyun kinda a creep / breeding kink / male masturbation / panty stealing / virgin! reader / slight corruption kink / reader is riwoo's younger sister
jaehyun who grows obsessed with you after going over to riwoo's house. he's found excuses to be at his house 24/7, gaming, raiding the fridge, and counting down the seconds until he can see you again.
he didn't really think much about it at the beginning, you were cute but off limits, obviously, as riwoo's little sister.
but, when riwoo is called down to help his mom with something and jaehyun has to help himself to the guest bathroom, he catches a glimpse of you through your slightly ajar door, wrapped in a towel as you sort through your clothes. jaehyun freezes when you drop your towel, staring at your figure through the crack - your perfect breasts, your perfect curves, your perfect ass. jaehyun snapped, heart pounding so loudly in his ears as his cock hardened in his jeans, straining painfully.
jaehyun knew, right there and then, he had to have you.
bend you over the nearest surface, rip your panties off, and slide his thick cock into your awaiting pussy. he'll pound into you until you're crying and begging for him to stop, pushing loads after loads of his cum into you until you're bred thoroughly and totally his.
the fantasy hits him so hard he nearly smacks into the doorframe.
he wanted it. he wanted you. he wanted to ruin you. he wanted you all to himself.
from then on, all of his fantasies were of you. dreaming about how you'll feel sucking on his cock, about how you'll whine about needing his cum, about how your cute pussy will suck his cock in greedily and milk him until he's shooting blanks. he'll lay in bed, hand around his cock as he furiously pumps himself, eyes screwed tight as he imagines your hands wrapped around his cock, tongue lolling as you beg for a taste of his cum.
♡
the situation is almost comical.
you answer the door in nothing but an oversized tshirt and the shortest shorts known to man.
"riwoo said you weren't answering the phone," jaehyun says, as easy-going as always, "he sent me to check on you."
"oh," you bite your lip and jaehyun nearly moans at your innocent little gesture, "sorry. something's wrong with the washing machine. i've been trying to fix it."
jaehyun offers to take a look, and look he did - staring at your cute ass as you crawl into the washing machine, pointing out the weird bits to jaehyun. it takes his entire willpower not to just take you there - pulling down your shorts, which leaves nothing to the imagination anyways - and bullying his cock into your tight pussy. it's a scene straight out of the flithiest porno jaehyun watches, you drooling as you beg for more cum, for his huge cock to reach even deeper... jaehyun has to awkwardly conceal his hard-on when you finally crawl out, finding great interest in your variety of detergents.
when you step out to get him a glass of water? jaehyun is immediately diving into your laundry, pinpointing your panties and immediately stuffing them into his pocket. later that night, after fixing your washing machine, jaehyun makes it two blocks down before he has to pull over and pull your panties out, screwing his eyes shut as his tongue darts out to suck on the wet patch you left on it, eyes rolling back at your taste as his other hand furiously jerks himself off. he cums pathetically easily, all over his console that he has to quickly clean up afterwards, your panties drenched in the sticky white substance. the sight makes him totally hard again, and he forces himself to drive home with a painful boner. that night, he wraps your panties around his cock and pumps himself to finish until they're totally ruined, stained with his cum.
♡
jaehyun swears he's dreaming.
riwoo's out in the yard when you shyly step into his room, playing with your fingers. jaehyun looks up from scrolling on his phone and gives you that familiar warm smile.
"what's up?"
"can i talk to you about something?" you tug on your skirt.
"anything," jaehyun sits up and pats the spot next to him on the bed. you walk over and sit down carefully.
"i'm a virgin," you blurt out before you can second guess yourself, "and - and i don't want my first to be with some guy who doesn't care about me. and you've always been so nice to me so... i was wondering if you could teach me. how to kiss and how to touch and, you know... please? just don't tell riwoo. he'd kill me."
jaehyun swallows harshly.
"you want me to be your first?"
jaehyun laughs darkly at your shy nod, "fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me."
he surges forward to cup your cheek, running a thumb over your lips. he presses down harshly, and when your tongue darts out at his action he has to bite back a groan, his cock already swelling in his pants.
now that he has you, you're his forever. he was going to ruin you, breed you til your pussy is dripping with his cum - and then some more, you're his dirty little secret ♡
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just came so hard from thinking abt dp with gongfourz OHMYGOD i need boafadem so bad bro ... i cant stop thinking about the paris vlog they both looked so good please kiss infront of me and also can i join
(got the idea after seeing leehan get so giddy when taesan and others praised him in the recent what!door episode lmaooo)
warnings: mdni, threesome, mmf, cunnilingus, throat fucking, cumming inside, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v, leehan loves when taesan praises him, poly dynamics.
wc: 859 (not proofread)
You couldn't really recall the chain of events that led you to the current moment.
Leehan was in between your legs, his face buried deep in your cunt, held by Taesan in place while Leehan suffocated but also lapped at your tongue like a starved man.
You squirmed, hips bucking upwards naturally as you gripped the bed sheets, your body squirming upwards trying to move away from Leehan to give him room to breathe. But Leehan grabs you by your thighs, almost as if he wants to be suffocated.
You could only whimper in response, short moans leaving your mouth as you felt him press his tongue up against your clit before he grazed his teeth along the sensitive flesh.
“Good job, Leehan. Look at how she's squirming.” Taesan praised Leehan as he loosened his grip in Leehan's hair, you felt Leehan let out a hot breath of puff before he made eye contact with you, raising his head a little bit. You saw how wet and swollen his lips were, the sight made you clench around nothing. He looked so beautiful.
It didn't last long before Taesan shoved his face back into your cunt again. “Get to work.” He mumbled and Leehan obeyed. His tongue slid across your folds and down to your hole as he licked you, the warmth sent shivers up your spine.
You could feel a heat rising in your lower abdomen, the same familiar one that makes you go blind with white and pleasure. He only needed a few more seconds before you were coming undone, back arched as you bit your lip hard to maintain your composure but the pleasure hit you hard, causing you to convulse in response.
Taesan smiled, as if he was satisfied. He pulled Leehan's head back before kissing him, tasting your essence for himself. He pulled away as he unbuckled his pants.
He pushed Leehan away to station himself in between your legs, grabbing your legs as he wrapped them around his hips before shoving in his cock with no mercy.
He didn't give you time to adjust, just rammed into with full speed. You could tell he too was bothered and desperate.
“What are you looking at? Go fuck her throat.” Taesan commanded, raising his voice slightly and Leehan listened.
Leehan positioned himself above your face, his knees touching the crown of your head as your mouth was forced open by him. He lined his cock up against your lips before pushing in. This position directly causing you to take him into your throat with no resistance.
He grunted at how warm your mouth felt before he began moving, thrusting inside your throat roughly. He caressed the bulge in your throat as he moved, pressing against it.
Taesan pinched your sensitive clit which made you let out a choked moan causing your throat to constrict around Leehan's cock, spasming as you panted for air.
Leehan threw his head back in pleasure, not stopping once.
“Look at her taking us so well, you're doing a good job Leehan.” Taesan once again praised Leehan, and you can tell that Leehan was proud and shy at the same time. You felt his cock twitch in your throat at the praise, Leehan clearly loved it.
You body moved up and down on both men's cock, not voluntarily but rather from the rhythm they had both developed, causing you to practically become a pendulum for both men to fuck. It was precise, Taesan would thrust in, making you move upwards and take more of Leehan's cock in your throat, and when Leehan would move, you would go downwards, your cunt enveloping Taesan's cock.
You felt dizzy at the pace, your jaw began to ache slightly as your pants got more desperate, you could only whine and groan in response to what they're both doing to your body.
Leehan's thrusts become sloppy, indicating that he is near. Taesan notices this. “Pull out and cum on her face.” He demands as he too thrusts in fast.
Leehan grunts, pulling out right as he comes, he fists himself as ropes of his semen spill on your face, coating your face. Taesan lets out a satisfactory noise. “Good boy.” He compliments Leehan, caressing his face.
His other hand rubs your clit fast. “Cum with me.” He commands you this time, and your second orgasm of the session hits you just as intensely as before. Taesan finishes at the same time as you, ropes of his cum falling into you. Your cunt clenches around him, milking every last bit.
He pulls out of you, watching his cum drip down your cunt.
He looks over to Leehan, giving him a smile. “You did so great today, maybe I'll let you cum inside her next time as a treat?” He cooes and Leehan's eyes brighten up as he nods.
You lay there panting and gasping for air as your nerves finally began to calm.
“Okay, now switch.” They switch again, changing positions, they make you get on all fours while one takes it from behind and the other from front.
#MMMMMMHHHH YUM omg i kid you not when i watched that whatdoor ep this is exactly what was going on inside my head #oops #when am i going to be sandwiched between gongfourz
j’s note: woah first fic ! i’m kinda nervous.. lol. i hope you enjoy reading. this wasn’t beta read, so if there’s any mistakes feel free to ignore or let me know.
bf!ryul who bites into your neck while he fucks into you. he gets so lost in pleasure, not paying attention to the way you cry out as his teeth sink into your skin. the moment you clench down on him, he’ll briefly let go to moan out, before biting down harder. when he snaps out of his haze, he’ll kiss over every hickey he left.
bf!ryul who loves leaning back on his hands and watching you ride him. a small smirk making his way to his face as he watches you struggle the longer you’re on top. if he notices you taking a break, he’ll fuck his hips up just slightly to tease you, chucking at the way you whimper. he’ll even grab onto your ass, smacking it a few times to throw you off your rhythm.
bf!ryul who loves going down on you. he’ll let your wrap your thighs around his head, not caring if he can breathe or hear. he’ll work his way between your folds, before sucking on your clit, holding you by your legs so you can’t push him away. he could spend hours eating you out, grinding against the bed as he sticks his tongue inside you. if he came inside you, he’ll also take the time to clean out his cum from your cunt.
bf!ryul who’ll light a cigarette as you guys fuck, grabbing you by the jaw and blowing the smoke into your mouth. he’ll keep the cig between his lips, his dimples popping out every time. when one is almost burned through, he’ll take a new one and place it between your lips, lighting it and quickly replacing it as he puts out the old one.
bf!ryul who loves spreading your legs open and stuffing you full of his fingers. he’ll sit you between his lap, his head resting on your shoulders as he admires the way his fingers are slick and shiny. he’ll press two fingers inside you, as his other hand works on your clit, pinching and pressing down. if he’s feeling extra, he’ll lick your cum off his fingers.
bf!ryul who loves when you hook your ankles on top of his shoulders. he’ll graze your leg and kiss his way up from your ankle to your calves, fucking you deep and slow. he loves overstimulating you, laughing at the way your legs shake against him.
bf!ryul who fucks you against the wall when you’re both in a rush. your body bent in half and your hands gripping onto the wall as best they can. he’ll grab your hips and pull you flush against his own. his boxers are only just pushed down enough to reveal his cock, and your panties are pulled to the side. he gets off on the way your whole body is trembling, nearly giving out as he keeps fucking into you at a fast pace.
bf!ryul who makes you fuck back against his cock as he stays completely still. he’ll get you on your hands and knees, loving the view of your cunt sucking in his cock. he’ll spread your ass apart, thumbing at your cunt, just barely spreading it wider to see how you’ll react to the stretch.
bf!ryul who keeps a pair of your dirty panties after you spend the night. he’ll save them for a night when you’re not there, letting them lay on top of his face as he jerks himself off. he’ll the smell of your juices as he presses his thumb down on the tip of cock. other times, he’ll slide the panties against himself, cumming all over them.
bf!ryul who lets you feel against his bulge whenever you want. he’ll avoid wearing underwear when he knows you’re coming over. he’ll pretend to be busy on his phone, letting you squeeze or glide your fingers against the tent in his sweatpants. when you know he’s not hard yet, you’ll make him grind against the palm of your hand, seeing how embarrassed he gets at the wet spot that starts forming.
𝜗ৎ 𓊆 𝓶ini !! 𓊇 — 한태산
CONTAINS: office worker taesan x fem!reader, established relationship (bf/gf), grinding, thigh humping, boob obsessed taesan, marking, boob sucking bruh idk, lmk if i missed anything! (0.8k) INSPIRED BY: ask 1, ask 2
a long day is a usual occurrence for a working man like taesan. but a tired arrival is too rare, something that happens once in a blue moon.
before you could greet him and ask how his day’s been, your boyfriend was already sitting on the couch with his arms coming up to rest on top of the cushions. a heavy sigh with his eyes closed was yet another signal of just how drained he is from who-knows-what. but to you, all that occupied your mind quickly became the loosened tie and his shirt unbuttoned from the top, sweat evident in his slicked back hair, and legs spread apart to accommodate his position of comfort.
as you bit your inner lip, all the words that were supposed to come out of your mouth got stuck in your throat as the feelings of how much you missed him surged throughout your body in more ways than one. just then, he opened his eyes to take a look at your waiting figure, fingers fidgeting in front of you as you looked like you were lost in a daze.
“come here baby,” taesan patted his thigh, his mind latching onto the idea of using you for relieving his stress. he didn’t say it with words, but his actions showed that he too wasn’t exactly innocent minded at the moment.
you took that as a sign as you obeyed, taking eager steps towards him until you sat on one of his thighs, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer to him into a kiss.
slow and deep, the first kiss turned sensual as he took his time before letting go, tilting his head the opposite way for the second. his other hand went to your back with it, his touch sucking the breath out of you as you got needier. you didn’t want to give an indication of it without telling him the words though, so you brought your palms against his chest, pushing away slightly until you could open your eyes to stare into his dark orbs that were already pinned right on you.
“taesan… ‘m getting needy you know… let’s go to the bedroom please?” you innocently ask, hoping that you could get what you wanted. but instead of that, you got met with his head shaking side to side.
“too tired today.” his answer is simple and short, his voice barely as loud as his usual volume. “but, you can use me to get off. that alright with you baby?”
humming after a pause, you lean back in to continue kissing him, his lips simply too irresistible. and during the kisses, you managed to move closer, his thigh in between your legs to be in just the right position to grind on him. he helped you with it too, his hand rubbing your side so as to encourage you.
the first movements were slow, still getting used to his permission as the friction in between your wetness and the clothes built up. despite the pleasure growing, your mind was trained on keeping quiet while soaking in his touch. the whimpers you suppressed couldn’t be hidden forever though, your throat involuntarily letting out sounds as you felt your clit rub against you perfectly with one roll of your hips.
“feel good?” taesan whispered after letting go, smiling against your lips as he listened to your sweet sounds. you give up on keeping it in, responding with a moan of a yes, your hands grabbing his shirt’s collar for some semblance of staying grounded. he let out a soft chuckle at that, speaking up, “how about you help me too, yeah?”
before you could agree, you felt his hands firmly grab the hem of your top, lifting it up slowly. like a habit, you lifted your arms up, helping him take it off to reveal your bare chest, nipples sticking out with need as taesan’s eyes permanently etched into your skin. with one hand squeezing a boob, his tongue darted out to lick a stripe around the other, tasting your sweat with ease while his other hand slid down your spine, urging you to continue.
feeling your dampening panty, the new stimulation made you weaker as your boyfriend sucked pretty marks all over your torso, though it mostly happened when he wasn’t lustfully sucking on your nipples. he littered you with marks, some to replace faded ones from a couple nights before, and some to cover new patches of your skin that were previously empty.
to taesan, this was the bliss he seeked after a stressful day of meetings and regulating his staff, his obsession with your body, specifically your tits, being his safe haven. and the same could be said about you, the unending need for your boyfriend only getting satisfied even when you are just in his hold.
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A/N: hi guys <3 this was supposed to be posted yesterday but i got caught up idk how, anyways this is for you my kitty baby 🤍 i hope you like it ><
paris fashion week gongfourz…i think it’s only fair i ask for your thoughts on an eiffel tower if yk what i mean….👅
+ luv ur works hehe
always these damn gfz prompts that get me. also yes i know thats the tokyo tower 🗼 tw mmf / blindfolding / mxm yaoi again / tied up / squirting ment. / # leehan loves boobies + lmk if i missed anything!
taesan and leehan who blindfold you and make you guess whose cock in is your mouth and whose is pounding your pussy from behind ♡ if you guess correctly they'll give you praises that go straight to your cunt, slick pouring down your thighs as they continue to use your holes as their cumdump. but at least they let you cum too - it's a competition. whose cock do you squirt on first? whose cum do you think taste better? who has the bigger cock and who reaches deepest inside of you? you better try your best to placate them both - or else one of them will get so riled up and his ego will force him to fuck you in a way that has you screaming his name while you choke on the other's cock (or maybe you would want that...)
BUT if you guess incorrectly? you're in for a punishment... sometimes it's just sharp slaps to your ass, but sometimes they slow down to a torturous pace... thrusting into you so slowly that it's infuriating - and they don't even break when you beg them to go faster and sob apologies out. they grip your hips to stop you from wriggling back onto whoever's taking you from behind. you'll only listen to them - you don't get to do what you want.
"guess we haven't fucked you enough for you to remember which cock is which, huh?" you hear taesan laugh, his smirk growing wider as he leans down and grabs your cheeks in his hand. you mumble out sorrys as you try to push back onto leehan's cock, still throbbing in your walls as he splays his hand against your ass and admires the view of your cunt sucking in his cock.
"such a naughty girl," leehan's voice is so deep and it makes you so wet. he teases you by leaning forward and grabbing your tits, squeezing them to his liking and completely ignoring your pleas of help and begging of him to just move already! leehan doesn't care, he just cares about his own desires and that includes playing with your tits until he's satisfied!
but if you continue to misbehave? they see no choice but to punish you even further! hands tied to the bedpost with a tie while you're still blindfolded, forced to hear them whimper and groan as they fuck into each other, the bed shaking and creaking under you, and you're forced to imagine what they look like under the darkness of your blindfold :T they totally play it up too - taesan's grunts and groans are so loud it's like an amateur porno and leehan's own breathy moans are soooo drawn out and he whimpers out the most tantalising cumming! as he does.
eventually they'll remember you're still there 🙄🙄 you'll hear them whisper to each other about all the things they could do to you before taesan's voice tickles your ear - "wanna cum, baby?". and when you nod furiously and rub your thighs together in anticipation, they laugh, and you know you're in for a long long night...
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Hellooo , if you're not too busy do you think you could write something with soft dom leehan as your bestfriend teaching you how to ride.
💕💕💕
CRASH COURSE — best friend!김동현 x f!reader (back to the main menu?)
wait, never?! | contains: soft dom!leehan, clothed sex, unprotected sex (always be safe!), green flag leehan, low stamina reader, hair pulling.
are you kidding. i’m never too busy for leehan. never. you hear me? YOU HEAR ME????
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tmi doesn’t exist when it comes to your friendship with leehan. you tell him everything, and he does the same. there’s nothing to be embarrassed about—leehan would never judge you, and he knows that you’d never judge him, either.
“i’ve never been on top before.”
leehan immediately looks over at you, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. he had to have misheard you. “huh?”
“i’ve never been on top before,” you repeat with a shrug, your eyes still fixed on the tiny tv mounted on the wall of his room playing old nat geo reruns. “when i have sex. not even once. i didn’t realize it until just now, i guess.”
hearing you admit that has leehan’s mind racing with questions. how have you seriously never been on top before? is that just what you preferred? did you ever want to try?
his prolonged silence catches your attention, and when you turn to look at him, he’s still staring at you. “why are you making that face?”
“what face?” he laughs nervously, forcing himself to look less bemused. it doesn’t seem to work, though, given the way you roll your eyes and look back at the tv screen while the narrator continues explaining whale migratory patterns.
“so much for not judging,” you mumble, and just from your tone of voice alone leehan knows he has to fix this fast, so he does the stupid, impulsive thing and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.
“what if i taught you how?”
well… you don’t seem upset anymore. that’s good. and now you two are back to staring at each other without saying a single word. less good.
“i mean, like… only if you want to, obviously. if that was something you wanted. yeah.” yup. real smooth.
he’s expecting rejection—for you to laugh, smack his arm and be like “as if.”
and instead of crushing his heart forever, you shrug. “sure,” you acquiesced. “why not? couldn’t hurt to try.” he watches as you stand up, peeling off your shorts and underwear. damn, you move fast. but you don’t seem nervous at all, though, so maybe there’s no reason for him to be, either.
“okay, come on,” he pats his lap once he’s worked himself out of his sweatpants and boxers. “first thing you want to do is make sure you’re comfortable. i’ll hold you up.”
true to his word, leehan makes sure that you stay balanced once you’re planted on his lap, keeping one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh. “now what?”
“put it in. take your time.” his voice is no louder than a whisper, and his eyes never leave yours as you carefully ease yourself down onto his cock, breathing out a sigh once you’re fully seated. “feel okay?”
you just nod, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. you’re holding onto him so tightly—it kind of hurts, actually, but he’s not about to ruin the moment for you, so he keeps quiet. and he waits, quietly, rubbing soothing circles into your skin until you ask him what to do next.
“you can move now,” he tells you, and you do so to the best of your unskilled ability, quickly giving up on account of frustration and the realization that being on top is a lot more work than you thought it would be.
“i’m tired,” you drop your face into the crook of his neck, embarrassed by how quickly you’ve given up.
“it’s okay. you did good,” the gentle reassurance does little to lift your spirits, but it does manage to help you retain your dignity. “want me to help you?” he asks, smiling to himself when he hears your muffled “yes.”
he holds you tighter, assisting you in moving up and down at a pace he’s sure will be enjoyable without sacrificing your stamina, and he can hear you panting and moaning in his ear, which is always a good sign.
“more,” you quietly plead, tugging on his hair by accident after a particularly deep thrust. leehan groans, feeling his hips jerk upward at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure. “hannie…”
“fuck—i know, i’m sorry.” that’s what he says, voice taught with restraint, but he can’t seem to stop now that he’s started, and the indecent sound of skin slapping against skin is all you can hear as leehan fucks you right over the edge, following you down the path of pleasure shortly after. it’s only until the post-orgasmic bliss fades that he realizes what he’s just done.
“sorry,” he says again, and this time he looks like he actually means it. “that was… kind of supposed to be your job.”
you hum, moving your head so now that it’s resting on his chest. “it’s all good. being on top is a lot of work. but i guess it wasn’t that bad.”
“really?” he grins. “guess i’m a pretty good teacher then, huh?”
🗒️: fluff, established relationship, idol!ryul x idol!reader, mentions of making out & other mild(?) stuff
‼️: was NOT proofread. expect a mess,,, oh and it’s actually so long yk what i am too obsessed w ryul can someone (ryul) strangle me
the scariest part of dating u for him isn’t scandals. it’s the idea of losing time with u.
on camera? a polite smile & bow.
off camera but in public? his hand would brush on ur waist briefly as he walks past u in a crowded hallway.
he’d always be in the hall to get a glimpse of you
“sunbaenim, would it be okay if we shoot a tiktok together?” when you practiced it together in ur apartment last night.
when ur group wins something, he keeps a straight face as he claps but spams u with messages later on.
ure on the stage? lngshot members would be all “WOOOOOOO” “how’d u pull them, hyung…”
if you’re wearing something crazy, he’d act like he didn’t notice. later texts u: “damn, baby. can u take that fit home?”
shared water bottles.
whenever u see each other in the hallway, he’d always mouth “have u eaten?” across the room
would brush shoulders w urs on purpose
he’ll never risk ur career. but he will risk a second too long of eye contact.
the hallway is loud. stylists passing, managers calling names, idols bowing to each other in quick succession. ryul stands near the vending machine like he’s just a lost kid as he waits for you.
you finally step out with your members, fixing your in-ears, laughing at something one of them said. he doesn’t smile immediately. keeps his usual composed expression.
then you look up. eye contact.
one brow lifts.
just slightly.
you fight a smile. barely.
he pushes off the wall, walking over like this was spontaneous. like he didn’t memorize your schedule down to the minute.
he bows and greets you and your members politely. “are you free right now?” hell yeah you are— you got a shared calendar. you nodded.
“would it be okay if we shoot a tiktok together? just for our new song— moonwalkin’.” he asks
“oh! sure. conveniently enough, i’ve already learned the tiktok choreo” you smile
yeah, conveniently enough….
last night you were both in your apartment at 1:47am, music playing softly from your speaker, him standing behind you guiding your arms through the choreography.
“no, you’re rushing this part,” he murmured, hands settling on your waist to steady you.
“i’m not rushing.”
“you are.”
he leaned closer, his fingers traced the motion over your hips, slower than necessary. “slow here. then roll.”
you glanced back at him. one brow raised.
“are you actually teaching me or just touching me?”
he smirked. “multitasking.”
“again,” he said quietly, but his hands didn’t leave. when you nailed the sequence, he clapped once. “see? you only listen when i’m holding you.”
you shoved his shoulder. he caught your wrist, pulled you back in, and kissed you quick and firm before whispering, “we’re gonna have to pretend we learned this separately.”
—
“is that so? im honored” he says, smiling.
the staff quickly clear a little space. someone props a phone up.
music starts.
“don’t laugh,” he murmurs under the music.
you bite the inside of your cheek to stay composed.
the song ends.
both of you turn to the camera, cool, effortless, professional.
the staff clap lightly. “that was fast. it’s like you practiced together” she jokes
you and ryul chuckle nervously as the staff prepare for another tiktok— this time for your group’s song.
while everybody seems to be busy with their own stuff, ryul pretends to be clarifying a part in ur song’s choreography as he murmurs: “you’re still rushing that part”
you tilt your head. “come over tonight and fix it then.”
he smiles— the kind of big smile that he tries hard to keep in. before he can even say anything, the staff says that they’re ready to shoot.
of course, this song’s also part of what u practiced last night.
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carries ur bag like it’s second nature. doesn’t even ask.
it’s a pink handbag? it’ll be on his shoulder. it’s a heavy ass messenger bag? it’ll be on his shoulder. u got no chance in carrying shit as long as he’s w u.
his hands would always be around ur waist or resting on ur thigh whenever he can get away with it.
huge on backhugs. it always starts as a simple backhug and ends with kisses all over ur cheek and nose.
tip of the nose kisses when he’s feeling extra soft.
warmest, longest hugs. his wide shoulders & back is definitely a factor to how awesome his hugs are.
head to head lean during quiet moments.
you wouldn’t look at him? his forehead will be pressed on urs and stare at ur eyes.
always staring at u. not even subtle about it.
listening to u talk? he’s smiling. listening to u rant about ur day? he’s frowning like he personally needs to fight someone.
becomes 10x more talkative when the topic is you or the both of u.
ur name is basically banned in lngshot conversations because once someone brings u up, it’s an hour of ryul yapping.
pretends to cringe at couple trends u suggest but is the one who sends it back later like “don’t forget about this.”
watches ur tiktok reposts religiously.
u repost a plushie? it’s at ur doorstep. repost makeup? it’s on ur table. repost about being sad? he’s already wrapped around u.
has a private ig because he physically cannot handle not posting u.
jay park literally had to tell him to stop buying matching items because it’ll get u caught.
he lowkey thinks getting caught would be easier so he can finally take u to all the cute places u repost.
one random monday he’ll send a voice message about how he yearns to walk around with u freely.
that same monday he’s using ur chat as a grocery list.
by evening he’s sending u random rap lyrics.
by 2am he’s spamming emojis and saying it was a butt misclick.
randomly sends songs every hour. not even romantic ones. just songs.
he’d send u a michael jackson song and say “tis a vibe”
the members don’t ask where ryul is at 2am anymore. they just prepare excuses.
if he’s grounded from sneaking out, u’re the one at the dorm instead.
no schedules = together.
he’s done with work? he’s at ur place.
his closet is basically ur closet. knitwear, hoodies, layered tees, accessories. he styles u himself sometimes & u also love styling him.
would clean the whole dorm 10mins before u arrive and end up fighting with woojin about the living room mess (it’s not even woojin’s fault).
cooks for u but refuses to follow recipes fully. “trust the process.”
very expressive. you will never see that man mask his emotions around u.
very dramatic.
“i love days like this with you” and it’s both of u on the floor in ugly pajamas, ipads on roblox, cartoon face masks, rainbow clips in his hair.
“do u wanna marry me?” ryul asks while building a lego house.
“no.” you answer
“ok… wait no i’m actually sad about that. take that back.”
definitely a date to marry.
“i didn’t yearn for you for a year just to lose you, dude.”
he wants to marry u. he doesn’t say it seriously yet. but he thinks about it more than u know.
a switch and proud of it. he loves being in control, but the second u push him down and look at him like that? he’s gone. smirking, but gone.
loves it when u take control. when u guide his hands where u want them? when you put ur finger on his lips to shut him up? yeah.
his favorite combo is making out with u and having u on his lap. got his one hand on ur waist, the other sliding up under ur top.
“don’t play with me unless u mean it”
he talks big until you’re actually straddling him. then his grip tightens and his breathing gets heavier.
breath gets heavier before his actions do. that’s how u know.
the type to whisper “you sure?” right against ur lips before kissing u harder
would pull u back into his lap when u try to walk away from him mid-argument. “we’re not done”.
kisses starts playful and teasing. small pecks, laughing in-between. then suddenly his hand is at the back of ur neck and it’s not playful anymore.
he likes when u get a lil bossy—“sit”. and he raises a brow like “yeah?” but would sit anyway.
risky. makeout. sesh. in the studio? in more vision dance practice room? in the recording booth? he’d pull u on his lap anywhere that he thinks is safe
will absolutely kiss u out of boredom mid-yap then pull back like nothing happened like “ok, continue”
smiles. in-between. kisses.
likes when u tug his hair slightly. would let out a breathy chuckle at that
sometimes he’ll just look at u for too long and say “you have no idea what you do to me. god.” and crashout
reject his hug? silent treatment for exactly 10 minutes max with laser glare until u come to him.
speaking of silent treatment, he’s big on it — but it never lasts long because he misses u too fast.
calls u “baby” and “pretty girl” even during arguments.
“baby, talk to me.” with the biggest pout ever
soft spoken when it matters. he knows his voice can be rough, so during arguments he lowers it, gentler, calmer.
lowkey jealous but never controlling. just gets extra clingy.
stretches randomly mid-conversation and somehow ends up half laying on u.
writes entire verses about u but disguises them as metaphors about ambition.
gets pouty when u’re busy but pretends he’s “just tired.”
Soft dom leehan x dumb dog hybrid reader x mean dom Taesan 🤤
All I can think about is them coming home with a new outfit and collar for reader and she’s all excited and happy bc they’re home and Taesan is just teasing reader while Leehan can only compliment how cute and needy reader looks in the outfit+collar
I hope I make sense lolol, can I also be -☃️
hi my lovely snowman i... wrote so much i always welcome a gfz sandwich ughhh #need them BOTH! 🐶 tw dog hybrid! reader / mmf / name calling ('good girl') / lingerie + collars / leashing / mxm / voyeurism maybe / breeding / choking a lil / roleplay / free use implied + lmk if i missed anything!
you're their little angel, their cute puppy who can do no wrong. jaehyun who accidentally scared you the last time he came over? permanently banned from the house. sungho who made a snide comment about how cat hybrids are infinitely better than puppies? he's blocked on every social media. taesan and leehan don't agree on much, but they do love to spoil you and treat you like the good girl you are.
as a puppy, all you do is wait for your owners to come home. whenever you hear the door unlock you're rushing to the door, tail wagging excitedly as you welcome your owners home, your pussy already wet for them to play with. sometimes they come with costumes and collars and you let them dress you up however they like ♡ leehan loves to give you soft pretty bows and lacy lingerie that he can easily ruin and taesan is into leather and leashes that he gets to tug on to control you.
and they especially love how you take their orders like the obedient pup you are. taesan loves to tease and humiliate you, forcing you to watch from your cage in the corner of the room and forbidding you from touching yourself while he and leehan have sex, your slick pooling into the puddle under you as you watch your owners go at it - leehan moaning around taesan's dick, or like how leehan's heavy cock pounding into taesan's hole while both of them make noises that make your cute cunt flutter and gush out in arousal.
taesan loves the way you answer when he asks you if you'd carry his pups, your tail wagging and you nodding excitedly as you beg for your owner to cum inside of you and breed you and claim you as his so that you could have his litter. he sometimes makes you work for it, laying back as he watches you desperately fuck yourself on his cock, panting as you beg for your owner's cum to fill you to the brim. he'll tug on your leash when he wants you to come closer, you on your knees while he sits on the edge of the bed, his dick in your mouth as you try your best to take the whole length into your mouth and please your owner. the way the collar tightens around your neck is dizzying and taesan laughs when he sees your tail thump against the floor and your thighs rub together as your pussy grows wetter at his treatment. you're just his perfect, cock obsessed slut...
leehan is nicer about it. you're his pillow princess, and whenever you cutely ask for him to cum inside he's more than willing to - giving you rounds of his cum just to make sure you bred thoroughly - and he loves it when you never beg him to stop, only for more. he goes crazy for your little costumes though. he's really into roleplay, like when you wear your little maid costume and service your master by rubbing his length with your tits, his cum painting them and your face when he finishes, or when you're in your cute school uniform and he's your teacher that ruins you by teaching you all sorts of dirty things, watching you pleasure yourself with a dildo as he strokes his own cock. of course, nothing beats being inside you ♡ your tight walls milking his dick as your cute moans and whines of so big! and faster! make him crumble so easily.
of course, you like it best when both your owners are home and treating you like the dog you are, collaring you and leashing you to the bed post so you can't run away from the things they'll do to you, not that you'll ever. their praises of 'good girl' go straight to your cunt as they pet you and scratch your ears. you love being sandwiched between them, on all fours as leehan's cock thrusts into your gushing cunt while you choke on taesan's dick, whining as you fuck yourself back onto leehan's cock, his thrusts making you take taesan's dick further into your mouth.
"look at you," taesan laughs, "such a greedy little dog, bet you love having two dicks in you, right?" he loves when you try to agree while still having your mouth stuffed with cock, always so eager to please your owners. leehan's gentler, groaning about how cute you are as his dick ruins you, white ring around his base from how many times you've already cummed.
"bet she's all nice and tight, huh?" taesan turns his attention to leehan fucking your sloppy hole - "cum in her."
leehan cums with a groan, his seed spilling into you as you moan and squirt all over his cock. taesan groans at the sight of leehan's cum dripping out of your spent cunt, his own dick twitching and spilling into your mouth as you swallow it eagerly and ask for more.
"our good girl is so fucking tight," leehan loving coos when taesan tells him to switch, "a needy little puppy just for us." and that's how you have taesan bouncing you on his big cock while leehan kneels in front of you, your legs hooked over his shoulders as he eats your pussy - your slick mixed with both his and taesan's cum. leehan's hand tugs on his cock as you cry out from the overstimulation, thanking your owners for how well they treat and reward you, and promising to always be a good girl that they can fuck whenever they want ♡
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WC: 8.6k
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, it is not to defame the said idols. it's just fantasy and not real, it doesn't represent the idol's real life personalities or behavior. i do not condone such behavior in real life, and neither should you. fiction is fiction, consume carefully and at your own discretion.
warnings: noncon/dubcon, coercion, power imblance, p in v, unprotected s*x, breeding kink, dacryphilia, perverted behavior, bullying, psychological ab*se, vaginal fingering, oral s*x, violence, bullying, emotional manipulation, leehan and taesan are genuinely fucked up, beware.
Do you know what they say about water lilies? that they're resilient, strong, and grow pure no matter what they're surrounded by. They would still bloom beautifully regardless of the environment that fostered them, they're very persistent. They bloom, even in murky waters.
Oddly enough, you resonated with it. A metaphor you found solace in when your past would haunt you in your nightmares.
Maybe it was your time to bloom too after all. After years of enduring life's constant cruel games, you've managed to study hard after graduating high school, and landed yourself in the nation's prestigious university.
It felt freeing, a new life, a new era. An escape from your past disadvantages. It's finally your turn to live life like you had decided.
It's the first day of class, you were nervous, after all everything is new to you. Everyone was just as nervous too, it was the beginning of a new semester. You scanned the lecture hall before taking a seat at a place where it's more convenient for you to focus while also socially interacting with others.
Truth be told, you've always been a socially awkward person with no true friends in high school and all throughout life. You never really had the chance to form healthy friendships. So you take a deep breath.
That's right, everything is fine.
No one will be cruel here.
Leave your demons in the past.
Don't let it affect you.
You've reassured yourself, the lecture hall started filling in as more freshmen arrived, a girl seated herself next to you, she was really pretty and gave you a smile. “Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Minju.” She introduced herself and you nodded. You can see from her demeanour that she was just as nervous to speak and mustered up courage to greet you. Which you found relatable and cute. “I'm [name], it's nice to meet you too, Minju.” You gave her a soft smile and she returned back.
You both engaged in small talk, from what you tell, she was really sweet and kind. Her way of speaking was soft and careful with cracking a few jokes here and there, and awkwardly smiling.
“Where did you go to high school?” She asks and your breath hitches in your throat. “Uh, it was a private school. Hanlee high school.” You reply, biting your lip in nervousness. “What!? Isn't that the school for rich kids? Are you secretly loaded?” She asks jokingly, but you shake your head no. “I got in through merit. They usually have 10 spots open for merit based scholarship, and I got in through that.” You clarify.
“Well, I don't doubt it, after all you're here in this university too.” She nods. “What about you?” You ask. “Oh, I graduated from Santae all girls high school.” She answers and you gasp. “Wow, that was my dream school.” You reply, genuinely shocked and she just smiles.
“I always wanted to transfer there, especially after the ha—” You begin but immediately stop yourself. She raises an eyebrow in curiosity.
“after— I realised how high the pressure is in hanlee.” You cover up, giving her an awkward smile.
“Figured, but you still made it through, and that's commendable and I am so proud of yoh!” She answers and you immediately feel your heart swell up with emotion. No one has ever said that to you before. “T-thank you.” You stumble over your words, this moment becoming oddly emotional.
The conversation goes into a comfortable silence after that, with you both watching the students enter one by one and interact with one another. You talk to a couple of students nearby your seating area, getting along with them well. It seems like your life is finally beginning to change.
That was until you caught a glimpse of two students that entered last after everyone did. And your heart sank. The air was knocked out of your lungs the minute you spotted those two. You were seconds away from a panic attack.
“Hey, are you okay?” Minju asks, noticing your stiff body, you immediately snap out of the paralysis state and focus on her. “Uh- yeah. I'm fine, I'm just nervous.” You justify, coming up with a reason that makes sense.
Her gaze shifts towards where you were staring, noticing the two guys checking out the perimeter before the lecture starts.
“Oh my god, is that Kim Donghyun and Han Dongmin?” She gasps. “Y-you know them?” You ask, your voice meek. “Of course, who wouldn't? They're the heirs of the two biggest corporations in the country. I can't believe they'll be studying here. I wonder if I could ask them a favour to land me a job in their corporation.” She jokes, but you only let out a forced chuckle.
Your heart begins to beat faster the longer they're down there, you lean forward on your desk in a position where your hair curtains around your face, essentially covering it so they don't spot you.
You hope they have forgotten you. After all, it's been so long since you last saw them. You've changed up your hair and everything else so the traces of the past didn't linger on you. You pray to God, that they don't spot you, that they don't recognize you, and even if they do, they just ignore you.
But God isn't real.
You've learnt that years ago when you had to face suffering, when no one was around, no one came to save you. So you prayed all night, but it was all in vain.
“Wait, Is it [name]?” The voice snapped you out of your prayers. A voice you'd recognize anywhere. Donghyun's voice.
You were so stuck up in your thoughts that you didn't realise they had walked up to you. You bit your lip, took a deep breath before raising your head.
Your hair fell away from your face, cascading down as you turned to face them. Your gaze finally met their faces. Your gut was screaming at you to run, to escape them, but you were still seated.
Murky waters.
“Woah, it is her!” Dongmin chirps, placing his hand over Donghyun’s shoulder. “Damn, has she gotten even prettier? I almost didn't recognize her, It's been a while since we last saw you.” Donghyun added.
You wished they didn't recognize you.
“Uh, h-hey.” You greeted them.
Donghyun shot you a smile, and Dongmin waved. “What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here.” Dongmin speaks while Donghyun urges the student seated next to your left and the one after them to leave the spots by tapping their shoulders so they both could sit there.
You pray that they don't leave, you don't want to be seated next to them again.
But alas. Prayers don't work.
The students obey, not wanting to get in Donghyun and Dongmin’s bad graces.
Bootlickers.
“Me neither.” You reply, watching as Donghyun sits right next to you, with Dongmin taking the seat next to him.
You didn't want to see them at all.
“Do you know each other?” Minju's voice snaps you out once again, you look to your right to see her staring at you nervously, her eyes filled with confusion and concern, watching you react like this.
“Uh—”
“We're close friends, we were classmates back in high school.” Donghyun cuts you off before you could say anything.
Close friends?
You wanted to scoff.
“Ahh, I see.” Minju responds, still vary of them due to your reaction, but she doesn't speak more.
“Anyway, where have you been? I've lost my mind trying to find you after high school.” Donghyun speaks, with a pouty tone that would seem harmless to anyone else, but not you. He's angry, you can hear it underneath the masking.
“I've— been busy. Preparing for the entrance test. And my family had to move due to financial issues.” You tell him.
Lie. Lie. Lie.
You begged on your knees for your mother to leave the city the minute you graduated. You cried your heart out in front of her for the first time in your life. She agreed to move after seeing her daughter in such a state.
“Really? Why didn't you bother contacting us? You kind of ditched us, y'know? Even though we've been nothing but kind.” Dongmin adds, raising an eyebrow.
“I broke my phone, and didn't remember your contact information. I'm so sorry, I really wanted to keep in touch.” You explained softly, trying to maintain your composure.
You broke it on purpose, cause they wouldn't stop spam calling you.
You didn't want to see their faces again.
Kind? You almost puked.
You begin to space out, remembering the day of the graduation.
❀❀❀❀
The ceremony had just ended, and you received a letter from a guy from your class to meet up behind the school after the ceremony ends.
You thought he had a favour to ask, but to your surprise, he confessed to you.
“I've.. always liked you, [name]. I couldn't muster up the courage to do it sooner. So please forgive me.” he spoke softly. Your heart fluttered at his genuinity, for a moment, you wanted to accept his confession.
“I really appreciate that but—”
“The fuck is going on here?” Donghyun’s voice made you jump. And you could see the fear take over the guy's face too. Dongmin was right behind him.
“Dude, are you that dense? Anyone can tell that he was confessing to her.” Dongmin smacked Donghyun gently on the head before they made their way near you both.
“Confession? Like he likes her?” Donghyun asks and Dongmin sighs, “Yes, that's what a confession usually means in this context.” shaking his head.
“So, what now? You accepted it? You love him too?” Donghyun gets closer, pressing you for answers. “N-no, I didn't, I haven't given my answer yet.” You reply, scared.
Donghyun scoffs before he looks at the guy.
You don't know how it had happened, but Donghyun lunged towards the guy, tackling him to the ground as he punched him in the face. “What. About. Off. Limits. Do. You. Not. Understand?” He emphasized each word with a punch.
You were on your knees, crying, trying to stop him, but Dongmin grabbed you by your arm and stopped you from interfering. “Dongmin, stop him, please, he's gonna kill him!” You beg but he just stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “What? You into that loser? You guys fucked already or what?” Dongmin questions lifting you up harshly to your feet before slamming you against the nearest wall.
You wince in pain, as you shake your head. “N-no! I was going to reject him, you came before that, it's not his fault. Please don't hurt him.” You cried and Dongmin scoffed, grabbing you by your hair. “Really?” He asks and you nod frantically and he lets go of your hair.
“It doesn't matter anyway, we told everyone you're off limits, but he had the nerve to even think about having a chance. He deserves it.” Dongmin justifies it, and you can only watch in horror as the guy's face is beaten into a pulp.
Donghyun finally gets up, with knuckles covered in blood, he wipes it off on his pants before finally kicking the guy in his stomach one last time as a final measure before turning his attention towards you.
“Ah I'm fucking pissed off, I want to kill this fucker but I can't. My dad worked his ass off to clear me from juvenile violence reports.” Donghyun groans.
“Take this as a lesson, you bastard.” He addresses the guy on the floor, who is barely conscious.
His focus is now fully on you, your teary face as you stared at him. “You crying for him?” He asks and you shake your head no, trying to stop tears from coming out as you hold in your sniffles.
“Aw, how cute. My flower is crying.” He comes near you, caressing your face. “Why don't you show him that you belong to us?” He squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. Another hand groping your breast.
“Get on your knees.” Dongmin commands, pushing you to your knees. “Lemme go first, I'm so fucking frustrated.” Donghyun groans in annoyance. You could only stare at the guy who was slowly falling out of consciousness in pity.
You close your eyes not wanting to look at him anymore. You hear the sound of a zipper being undone and metal clanking before you feel Donghyun's fingers lift your chin up. “Open your mouth.”
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“...[Name]”
“.... [Name]”
“..... [Name]!!”
You come back to the present with a jolt, blinking as you turn to look at Minju you called out your name. “Are you okay? You've zoned for a minute straight.” She asks, now concern clearly evident on her face. You look to your left to see Donghyun staring ahead.
The lecture had started.
“Y-yeah I'm fine, sorry I was just…” You speak but Minju shushes you. “It's okay, I understand.” She rubs your back in comfort and you give her a small smile.
You turn your attention to the lecture as well, biting your lip as you try to shift your focus away from them.
Dongmin and Donghyun both glance at you, seeing your discomfort, to which they give each other a knowing smile.
Not even a speck of remorse in their eyes.
The day goes by excruciatingly slowly for you. Your chance of a shot at a new life dwindling away each hour.
At least you're living on campus.
So you slightly have an escape.
You weren't able to move in before the classes started due to health complications, but your stuff was already transferred and arranged in the room you were given through helpers that your mom hired.
You felt really grateful, she was the one variable who always looked out for you, even if she was distant. Ever since your dad passed away, she hasn't been the same, but she tried, tried to be there for you. And you were grateful.
You spent a good while checking out the campus before making your way to the dorms.
You reached the dormitory, and you didn't expect it to be this big, it was almost like a five star hotel. The funding comes from the Hanlee foundation after all. The same corporation that funded your high school.
You reached your floor and room number.
First years would be having 2 roommates, second year onwards, you can opt out to be alone or only share a room with 1 person. You couldn't wait to meet your new roommates.
It would be awkward if they were both guys since this was co-ed after all. But you took a deep breath and unlocked the door with the key.
Whatever preparation you had before opening the door went flying out the window when you realised who your roommates are, that were currently watching the TV. They turned their head towards you and to say their face lit up would be an understatement.
“Holy fuck, I genuinely cannot believe this.” Donghyun remarked, his excitement barely masked while Dongmin laughed.
You cannot believe it either.
Does the universe hate you?
What have you done to punish you in such a cruel way?
“So you're our roommate huh? I was praying for a pretty girl but I got more than what I asked for. God is real.” Donghyun chirped excitedly. You wanted to cry.
You still entered bravely, to show them that you're not the girl they used to bully anymore, shutting the door behind you. You ignored them both, and went to see which one was your room. It was the one located on the right.
There were three separate bedrooms in this layout, small but functional enough, all three rooms opened to the common entry way which was the living room, and located all the way at the end was a small kitchen and a common bathroom.
Before you stepped inside your room, you turned around to see Dongmin was staring at you. You took a deep breath, mustering up courage.
“Why are you both in the dormitory anyway?” Questioning why they were here. They're rich enough to own a property near the university to go back and forth. Why are they staying in the dorm?
Dongmin sighs. “Charity, humbleness.” He replies bored. “To build a reputation that we're humble and are not classist. That's why we're living like the poor.” You wanted to throw a chair at him.
But you didn't, instead just turned around and went inside your room. The boxes were already there, all you had to do was just unpack. The dorm provided you with a bed and a study table, which you were thankful for.
You open the boxes and begin to settle down, arranging it in a neat manner.
You didn't own a lot of stuff anyway, just clothes and basic necessities. It only took two hours to fully unpack. You folded the cardboards flat and stored them beneath your bed for future use.
You got up off your knees and let out a breath of relief. All there's left to do now is freshen up and relax.
Relax? Oh yeah nevermind. You're roommates with hyenas, there is no time to relax.
You step out of your room and into the living room, Donghyun is lying on the sofa scrolling his phone, while the faint sound of the shower running indicates that Dongmin is taking a shower. You didn't know what to do, so you just went to the kitchen and were surprised to see ingredients all stocked up.
“I had one of my staff members make sure we don't lack anything.” You jump, hearing Donghyun's voice. Why couldn't you hear his footsteps?
“Ah, I see.” You reply, shortly.
“Why'd you ignore me earlier?” He asks, stepping closer to you. “Huh? Right, sorry I was just shocked, I thought I responded but I guess it was in my mind.” You make up an excuse. Donghyun hums.
“I missed you.” He confesses, stepping even closer, grabbing your wrists gently.
Well, you certainly didn't miss him.
“Ah? Really.” You reply, can you even call it a reply?
“Did you miss me too?” He asked and you were taken aback. “Hm, yeah I missed you too.” You answer, telling a lie because the truth will land you in a mess far beyond human comprehension.
You didn't miss them at all.
“I'm glad you did. What have you been up to lately?” It was so unlike him to make small talk, why is he behaving like this?
“Nothing much— just—”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” He cuts you off, finally getting to the actual question he wanted to ask, damn, he couldn't even pretend to care for 10 seconds.
Should you lie? What would happen if you said yes? Will they leave you alone?
“N-nope, I've been busy.” You stare at him.
His hold on your wrist tightens as he suddenly pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around you in a hug.
Your heart starts hammering uncontrollably, your gut tells you to run, your breathing gets heavy. Donghyun inhales your scent deeply, burying his face in your neck.
“Fuck, I missed you so fucking much.” He mumbles. “Did you know how many bitches I fucked to fill the void you left in me? In me and Dongmin? Poor guy became a celibate after you disappeared.” He cooed slowly. “He didn't want to touch anyone that wasn't you and had more control over his sexual urges, meanwhile, I fucked any bitch that resembled you in the slighest.” He breathed.
“Yet none could ever satisfy me, you know? For a long while we've both suffered, and now that you're back? Did you know the amount of joy I felt when I saw you in class today? It took everything in me to not fucking strip you naked and fuck you right then and there.” His hand travelled down your shoulder, resting right above the flesh of your breast.
He pulled back from the hug, he caressed your cheek, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “Fuck, did you get prettier or something? I mean you were always really pretty, but holy fuck.” He curses beneath his breath, admiring you.
The door to the bathroom opens before Donghyun could do anything. “Are you forgetting the deal?” Dongmin intrudes, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. “Urgh. Whatever.” Donghyun lets go of you and steps back.
“Deal?” You ask before you could stop yourself.
“Oh, don't worry about it.” He shrugs it off and they both leave you alone in the kitchen. You should be relieved, you should be thankful that they didn't step out of line.
But it only worried you further.
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A few days pass by and it's beginning to feel scary how peaceful it has been lately. Donghyun and Dongmin seemed like they don't care about your existence anymore. Maybe they had gotten bored with you as their play toy. Whatever it was, it felt peaceful but you couldn't help doubting them.
You enjoyed most of what you got, hanging out with other students and Minju, you and her had gotten close as time went by. She was also timid and shy like you, but surprisingly more outgoing when people talk to her.
It felt nice.
It felt normal.
For the first time in years, it finally felt normal.
But the existence of Donghyun and Dongmin threatened your normalcy.
You wanted it to last forever.
You were minding your own business in the kitchen, cooking some recipe you found online. When the door opens, Donghyun steps in.
He wasn't alone, a girl was wrapped around his arms. “Is it okay to do it in the dorms?” the girl questioned and he shrugged, not caring before he pulled her close and took her to his room, shutting it with a loud bang.
You paid no mind to it and finished cooking the food. Dongmin then enters the dorm as well. “It smells good.” He states, whiffing up the air.
“Ah, I made honey chicken. Do you want to try?” You honestly didn't know why you had asked, it felt too rude not to ask, but then again, the person in front of you was your tormentor, so it's justifiable to be mean right?
“If you don't mind.” Dongmin, walks over to you, helping you set up the dishes on the pull up dining table. You usually don't eat here, you go to your room and eat at your desk. But there is no escape now.
You both sit down, and taste the dish. “This tastes so amazing. I didn't know you could cook.” He compliments your dish. “I couldn't, but I've been learning through recipes.” You reply, biting into the piece.
“If you need help or advice, you can always ask me. I know a little bit about cooking myself.” Dongmin speaks, shrugging as he continues to take the pieces.
“You can cook?” You ask, genuinely surprised. “Is it that shocking?” He asks before chuckling, “Yup, I can cook.” He confirms. “I didn't mean it that way— I was just— you know you probably have chefs and what not—” You stumble over your words, trying to find an explanation.
“Hey, hey, it's okay. I understand.” He reassures you and you nod. Silence falls over the dining table and you guys continue to eat. You've never been this relaxed around him before.
But it makes sense why, Dongmin is probably the only person that you can imagine being normal around between the two. He was more stable, he wouldn't react irrationally unlike Donghyun.
Dongmin would be the one to clean you up, brush the dust off your knees, legs and skirt when they were done with you.
He would be the one to stop Donghyun when he'd go too far. You vividly remember when Donghyun accidentally pushed you too hard, causing you to fall and scrape your knee, which resulted in Dongmin landing a punch straight into his face.
The sudden memory made you chuckle out of loud, which caused him to raise an eye brow at you. “Sorry, I just remembered something funny.” You explain yourself. “What was it?” He asks. You didn't know if you should tell him. “Uhm, it was nothing really. Just an old memory.” You shrug it off, but then visible annoyance forms on his face, which makes you panic. “I just remembered the time you punched Donghyun, and I laughed cause it was unexpected.” You reply.
Dongmin, surprisingly chuckles. “Oh yeah I remember, he was so mad at me for that. But what can I do? That asshole pushed you pretty hard and you got hurt. If there's one person I won't allow the blood to spill on my watch, it's yours.” He responded. The last line would've been quite the romantic one if it wasn't coming out of your bully.
It didn't matter if he was the stable one, they're both evil repacked into different personalities. Only different methods of executing it.
You were about to respond but cut off by loud moans erupting from Donghyun's room. Dongmin scoffs. “He couldn't wait, pathetic.” He mutters underneath his breath. “What?” You question.
“Nothing, let's just ignore them. Let's go to my room, I had noise cancelling walls installed due to this very reason.” Dongmin gets up, grabbing his food and going into his room, he holds the door open with his food, waiting for you to follow.
You probably shouldn't.
But you do anyway, cause the moans were getting ridiculous.
His room was exactly like you'd expected it to be, covered in posters of his favourite bands and darker themed. He sat on the bed. “You can have the table.” He points at the study desk. You feel rude not facing him so you turn the chair to face him and admire his room. You notice something in between. They were pictures. Of his family and friends.
And then you spot the picture of you three. You, Dongmin and Donghyun, those photos were taken in a photo booth. With them posing in various ways while you stood in the middle, copying their poses. In hindsight, it looks like a normal picture with what seems like three friends messing around in a photo booth.
The story behind it was entirely different.
They had both dragged you to go to the photo booth wanting to take pictures, it was isolated and that should've been first your sign to leave but it was already too late. They made sure to make a complete mess out of you. Those pictures were taken after that, you were having a hard time standing while their spend dripped down your thighs. Donghyun found it cute, he had to carry you home on his back since you couldn't walk.
You didn't want to recall that memory in detail, so your eyes quickly moved to another picture. But this time was a picture of you alone.
It was a polaroid picture, of you smiling while looking down at something. You remember, it was a cute kitten. Dongmin took you out with him to test out his polaroid camera, basically to accompany him as took various pictures because Donghyun wasn't available, but you didn't expect him to have taken one of you.
“You took a picture of me?” You asked and Dongmin shifted his focus from eating to you, and to the picture you were pointing at. “Ah, yeah. I've never seen you make that kind of expression before, you looked beautiful.” He shrugged. “You've always smiled but, that time, your smile was softer and more genuine.” He stated.
You didn't know how to feel.
Silence follows after that, with you not having anything to say but to just finish your food. This peaceful time is interrupted by Donghyun bursting into the room, with only boxers. He was panting hard, as if he just ran a marathon.
He let out a sigh of relief when he saw you guys just eating.
“I thought you betrayed me there for a second.” He addressed Dongmin. “What? What happened to the girl?” He asked, annoyed.
“She left angrily because I moaned someone else's name.” Donghyun shrugged as if it was no big deal. He invited himself in much to Dongmin's annoyance and grabbed the leftover piece of honey chicken and popped it in his mouth. “Oo, this is yummy, did you make this?” He asks you, and you nod. “Damn, this is delicious, why didn't you save some for me.” He pouts. “Because you were too busy fucking.” Dongmin adds crudely, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “You're just jealous.” Donghyun retorts.
“Please, as if I'd be desperate enough.” Dongmin defends, causing Donghyun to scoff. “Yeah you'd rather jerk it off to her pictures like some loser.” Donghyun replies. Dongmin has nothing to say to that but he doesn't take any offense.
Now you just feel awkward.
You suddenly remember what Donghyun said to you in the kitchen a few days ago. About how Dongmin hasn't touched a woman since you left. And that context made it even more painfully awkward.
“Uhm, I'll go now.” You state, grabbing your plate but before you could leave the room, Donghyun stops you. “Wait, you have this too? [Name] do you remember this day?” He grabbed the photo booth picture off the wall. “I have it too in my room. It's my favourite picture of us three.”
“Tell me, do you remember?” He presses again and you nod, which makes him smile. “It was an awesome day.” He added, almost like rubbing salt into the wound.
You excused yourself and left the room, throwing the plate into the sink and going into your room.
That night you had a dream, recalling the entire day of that picture.
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Graduation was getting near, and people were already being nostalgic about how much they'd miss their school days.
Donghyun and Dongmin dragged you to the photo booth for the same reason. “Let's take pictures to remember.” Is what he said before he grabbed you and led you to the location.
It was extremely isolated from the public. “I don't think it will work.” You added meekly, wanting to leave cause alarms were going off in your head.
“Oh come on, it works fine.” Donghyun dragged you in, and Dongmin followed before he closed the curtain.
The minute the curtain cut off the outside world, Donghyun's hands were already on you, he grabbed you by your waist, kissed you and squeezed your flesh all over. He bit your lip, groaning into your mouth. Dongmin’s hands grabbed your hips as he rubbed himself against your ass, the tent forming in his pants as his hands groped your breasts.
You didn't know what to do, Donghyun was in the front, Dongmin in the back. You were stuck.
They only continued their means, and before you knew it, things escalated and you found yourself moaning their names, Dongmin had to shush you cause you were getting loud. But you only whined in response. “God, fuck, she's so fucking addictive.” Donghyun grunted.
You don't know how much time had passed, but by the time you came to your senses, you were a complete mess, your hair was disheveled along with your clothes. Dongmin fixed you up before it was picture time. “Okay let's take a picture now, you better pose.” Donghyun told you. And you did, trying to copy their poses, but you couldn't stand properly.
Donghyun held you. “Can't stand?” He asks and you nod. “It's okay baby, I'll support you.” And he did, you were successfully able to take a few pictures.
You held onto Donghyun as you waited for the pictures to print out. “Holy shit, did we fill her up that much, she's still leaking.” Donghyun comments while Dongmin scoffs. Donghyun quickly takes out his handkerchief and wipes your inner thighs.
“I can't walk.” You tell him, shamefully, to which he just smirks. “I'll carry you home, flower, don't worry.” Donghyun reassured you.
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You wake up, panting hard as the light of the sunrise hits you, you cannot believe you had a dream of that day. You groan getting off your bed only to feel wetness inside your panties.
No fucking way.
Did you just… get wet because of your dream?
It disgusted you.
But you felt sexually frustrated, the irreversible damage the both of them had done to you made you averted from sex, this is the first time you've been turned on.
And it disgusts you even more that it's because of them.
You ignore the urges and just get ready for class.
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More days pass by and you're getting used to routine and normalcy, Dongmin and Donghyun have been normal around you. Donghyun still finds excuses to touch you and grope you but that's massive self control coming from a person like him.
“They're holding a party, apparently.” Minju speaks. “Finally, it's about time. Social parties are extremely important, you know?” Your other friend adds and you nod.
“You coming?” She asks you and you hesitate. “I'd love to.” You answer.
“Okay! We're all going then!” Your friend group all continue talking about the party excitedly.
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You were in the biggest dilemma on what to wear, so you chose a dress, something that's your style but also comfortable. You did your hair and makeup, feeling like you're on top of the world because you were finally excited for something.
You head out to see both of them leaving their room too. “Heading to the party?” Donghyun asks and you nod. “Let's all go together.” He invites you. “Ah I'm sorry, my friends will be picking me up.” You reject his offer. For a moment, a flicker of annoyance rushes past his features before he contains himself. “Alright.” is what he says before they both head off.
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You remember why you don't like parties now, loud music, full crowds that are dancing and jumping. You aspire to be like that one day, to be as free as they seem, but still, it seems you have a long way to go.
Your friends have all separated, doing their own thing, Minju was the only one left but she had to go use the restroom. So now you are alone.
Seeing this as an opportunity, a guy comes up to you. “Hey, did anyone tell you that you're really pretty?” He questions you, and you are taken aback. “Uhm, not really.” You reply, not knowing what to say. “You're pretty, like a flower.” The comparison throws you off, reminding you of Donghyun's nickname for you in the past.
“Uh thank you.” You reply awkwardly. “So, you have a boyfriend?” He asks, changing topics, not hiding the fact that he's hitting on you. “Nope.” You answer. “Really? That's surprising.” He seems genuinely shocked, which makes you chuckle and loosen up a bit around him.
Although the interaction was awkward at first, it surprisingly feels easier as it goes on, putting you in relief. He seems genuinely interested in you, and you blush whenever he compliments you. He makes you feel relaxed. You swear you could feel eyes burning holes into the back of your skull, but when you look, there's no one there. So you just brush it off.
The topic switches back to flowers. “What type of flower do you think I'd be, if I was one?” You ask him and he ponders for a bit. “Probably, a sunflower. You seem to be someone that would be cheerful and have led an easy life.” You just laugh, knowing his guess is far off. “Not really, I consider myself a water lily.” You correct him. “Why is that?” He asks you.
“I'm not sure, water lilies are always surrounded by invasive plants, ditry water, yet still seem to bloom the brightest shade.” you answer. “They also symbolize resilience, purity and tranquility. I relate to one thing, but want to experience the other two as well.” You explain.
“That's really interesting, now that I think about it, you do seem more of a water lily type. Did someone tell you that? Or did you discover it yourself?” He asks, curious to know. “I'm not quite sure, I don't remember it, but it really resonated with me.” You shrug.
The conversation once again flows away naturally, you're genuinely laughing and smiling at his joke, and then he makes a move. “You want to get away for a bit?” He asks, and you nod, knowing what he's implying.
You both move to a more isolated place, with almost no one around before he caresses your cheek. His hands feel gentle.
You expect a kiss but what you're met with in something else entirely. You can only stare in utter shock as the man that was once standing before is now laying on the ground.
You look up to the reason.
Donghyun and Dongmin, looking more furious than you've ever seen them. “We give you space and this is how you repay us? By being a whore?” Donghyun grits his teeth. “I'm fucking done with this deal Dongmin, you said she'll come back, but look where this bought her.” Donghyun grabs your wrists, forcing you out of the party. You don't protest, you just look back at the guy, who's still on the ground, he seemed like he was knocked out with one punch. It scared you how strong Donghyun was.
You're dragged out of the party and shoved into the back seat of the car as Donghyun sits next to you, while Dongmin drives furiously. “I was mistaken, I thought maybe if we let her go, she'll come back.” Dongmin sighs in annoyance. You're scared but you don't speak.
“Don't you have anything to say for yourself?” Donghyun yanks you by your hair, making you wince. Tears stream down your cheeks. “I-i'm sorry. I'm sorry.” You apologize, sobbing uncontrollably.
You were fucking stupid.
Thinking you had a chance at a normal life.
You will never have a normal life as long as they are around.
How could you let your guard down?
“Fuck don't cry, it turns me on.” Donghyun grits his teeth, trying to control himself. “Did you know what you did wrong? Tell me what you did.” He questions.
“I-i- don't know. I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. I'm so sorry.” You sniff, trying to free your hair from his grip. “You were behaving like a slut, seeing other men while you had us, your boyfriends.” He grit his teeth. You were confused. “We never fucking broke up if you think about it. You just disappeared one day. And even after we met, we didn't bother clarifying what we were.” He explained it to you. It didn't make sense.
“Why'd you think Dongmin didn't touch any other woman? Cause he didn't want to cheat on you. But here you were cheating on him, on us with that guy.” Anyone with common sense will see a flaw in his argument, but he didn't.
You furrowed your brows. “You fucked other girls.”
Seriously? That was all you could muster up to say?
“I did, and I fucking hated it, but you weren't there, and it was either I killed someone or let out my frustration other ways. I didn't want to end up in jail before I got to see my beloved flower.” He justified his actions, the nickname made you wince.
“I never agreed—”
“Oh don't fucking saying that. You did, do you not remember? In the booth? You were begging for my cock. Have you forgotten already? How much of a slut you were for us?” You don't quite remember anything in detail. Whether that was a conscious decision or a decision made by your brain survival mode. You couldn't tell.
But it's all useless now. They are angry. You've never seen them this angry. They genuinely believe that they're the victims here.
“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.” You apologize, knowing you need to calm their anger a little bit before they show you pure hell. You ransacked your brain trying to find a way out of the situation.
Bash their heads? No, they'll catch on quickly and are stronger than you.
Cause an accident? You'll die too.
Scream? It'll annoy them more.
Donghyun was breathing heavily, his anger barely contained, you knew of the two, he is the most dangerous one. You had to deal with him first. And so you do the only thing that you could possibly do at that moment.
Your hands shoot to his pants, where a visible tent had been forming due to your crying. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His grips in your hair loosens as he realises what you are doing.
You take a deep breath, before wrapping your mouth around his cock, licking the tip and sucking it. Donghyun throws his head back groaning in pleasure as his hand now instead of gripping your hair, it's merely resting on the top of your head.
“F-fuck, is this to calm me down? I'm not forgiving you— oh fuck. Fuck, yeah right there.” He babbles, guiding your head up and down his shaft as he grunts and moans. “Fuck yeah, I missed this mouth so much. Feels the same as it always did.” He praises you.
You bob your head up and down quickly, he bucks his hips, and you know that it is a telltale sign that he's about to finish.
So you lick his tip, prodding his hole with your tongue and suckling on it before taking him fully once again. That was enough, enough to make him see stars and come inside your mouth.
He holds your head in place as you're forced to swallow his seed. You finally come up for a breather. “Open your mouth, show me it.” He asks, his eyes hazy, as he grabs your chin. You obey and he groans when he sees residue of his cum. “Fuck, my sweet flower has always been good. I knew you'd come to your senses, to where you belong.” He mutters before kissing you.
You don't do anything to push him away, and let him kiss you back, you're trying to survive. So this should be alright.
The car comes to a stop and Donghyun pulls away, quickly fixing his pants and immediately pulling you along with him out of the car. Your eyes widen when you realise that Dongmin drove to Donghyun's estate. You'd only been here twice before.
Donghyun ignores all the staff and they too pretend like they see nothing which always disgusted you. They acted the same way last time as well.
You barely remember the memory but Donghyun was mad at you for a petty reason, not as mad as he is right now, but just enough for him to be cruel. He made you kneel in front of him for an hour straight, apologizing to him. And the staff all passed by like nothing happened. You hoped that someone would tell him to stop, but they didn't.
Only after an hour did Donghyun pick you up, carrying you up to his room, complimenting you for being so strong and resilient. Like a water lily.
Your brain froze, your body was still being dragged by Donghyun upstairs in the present moment. Yet the realisation made your gut churn.
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“P-please I'm sorry.” You breathed as you stared at Donghyun, he gave you a small smile. “I forgive you, my flower.” He kissed your wrist before he laid you down on his bed, climbing on top of you.
“Do you know why I call you my flower?” He asks out of the blue, and you shake your head no. “Because I love them. I love flowers, there's meaning behind them. Although not more than I love my fish” He goes on, chuckling. “And I love you too. I love you more than anything in this world.” His voice softens, it was the first time you've heard that tone. “W-whats your favourite flower?” You sniffle, wincing at the burning sensation you feel down your knees.
Donghyun stares down for a moment before he gets off you, bringing in a first aid box and sitting at the edge of the bed, wrapping your knees up. He places a small kiss on them. “Sorry, I was just so mad.” He apologizes. “I-it's okay.” It wasn't okay. You just said it out of pity. Donghyun stares at you for a moment before placing the box away.
He climbs the bed again, kneeling in between your legs as he pries them apart. He dips his head, his hands hook around your underwear as he pulls them off.
His head dips and in an effort to stop him you ask the question again. “What's your favourite flower?” But it's already too late, his mouth was already on your cunt, lapping it up as he flicks your clit with it.
Within time and effort, you are coming undone against him, your hand gripping his hair tight as he lets your ride out your orgasm. You felt ashamed.
Donghyun comes up again, his lips glisten with your juices coating them. “I don't have a favourite flower.” He answers. “But, I do have a flower that reminds me of you.” He adds.
“What is it?” You inquire.
“Water lily.”
“Why a water lily?” You're genuinely curious.
“Metaphorically, it's resilient, pure and tranquilant. Just like you. And physically— although its preferred habitat is in fresh ponds, lakes, it will still bloom in murky waters. Like you always have during hardships.” He disclosed, as he leaned down to kiss you.
“You're my favorite, so water lilies would be my favourite flower.” He muttered against your ear before engulfing your lips with his.
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The feeling of being thrown snapped you out of the memory, before you could react, you already fell onto the bed with a thud. The soft cushion felt like concrete with the amount of force you were thrown with. You winced in pain but they didn't care.
“P-please, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't know— I shouldn't have disappeared.” You're just rambling words to calm them down.
“You're acknowledging it now? After you fucked up? Are you truly sorry?” Dongmin pesters, hovering over you. “Y-yes. I am truly sorry, I didn't know—” your sentence is interrupted by a hiccup. “Please, Dongmin, Donghyun, please I am sorry. Please don't punish me.” You beg, crying as they just stand there looking over you.
Dongmin grabs your foot, pulling you to the edge of the bed, and forcing your knees to bend inwards into yourself as he positions himself in between your legs.
“Fucking slut, it's been a while since you've been properly fucked and reminded who exactly you belong you.” Dongmin grits his teeth. He rips apart your dress and your panties, leaving in remnants of what once used to be a beautiful dress.
“You're wet? Donghyun, look at her, she's wet, she's enjoying this.” Dongmin addresses Donghyun to which he just responds with a mocking tone. “You pretend to hate it, but it turns you on, doesn't it?”
You aren't even warned or prepped properly before you feel Dongmin enter inside you with one thrust, causing you to arch your back in pain and grip his arms that were holding back your legs.
He begins to thrust rapidly, a cruel pace that almost doesn't allow you to adjust, but your body does. Cause it knows who's fucking her, you feel ashamed. And before you know it, it's converting the pain into pleasure. The burn from the friction fades as you throw your head back.
Dongmin presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow circles, pinching and twisting, making you see stars.
You let out broken moans, voice trembling and cracking as he thrusts into you with no mercy.
Donghyun positions himself near your head, his thighs on either side of your head as he sets his cock free, slapping it against your face before he cranes your neck, guiding you to twist it as shoves his cock into your mouth.
You almost choke on it as he thrusts it into you, your throat being filled with his length. “Look at her throat.” Donghyun coos, continuing his actions.
Your eyes roll back into your head as both men fuck your holes in a rhythmic pattern. You feel a familiar knot forming in your stomach and you feel embarrassed.
You arch your back, bucking against Dongmin's hips as your body chases after it's high.
“That's right baby, come on, cum on my cock. You missed this didn't you? Tell us you missed it. You missed having us fuck your brains out.” Dongmin grunts, panting as his thrusts falter, indicating that he's near too.
You managed to muffle something close to what he asked you to repeat, but your mouth was filled with Donghyun's cock.
It was almost like fate when you all three finished at the same time, you were spent and fucked out of your brain.
“My turn with her pussy now. I can't fucking believe I get to be inside it after so long.” Donghyun chirps excitedly, already thrusting into you once again. He gropes your breasts, grabbing your nipple, twisting it before he collapses on you to take your other breast into his mouth as he continues thrusting.
He suckles on your breast, letting out lewd sounds as he hums in satisfaction. He lets go with a pop, hand on your throat, but not squeezing it as his thrusts get harsher and harsher.
You were so sensitive from the previous orgasm, your walls clenched around his cock while you could only let out whines. Dongmin gets behind you, hooking your arms underneath his as he lifts you up to change your angle. His lips find yours in an instant, his hands now replacing Donghyun’s on your breasts. He twists your nipples, kneading your breasts like they're stress balls. Your eyes were hazy, you could only do as they had wished.
“F-fuck fuck fuck, I'm cumming.” Donghyun is more vocal during his intense moments, his thrusts begin to falter as you moan against Dongmin's lips.
“I'm gonna cum inside, fill you up yeah? fuck— gonna fucking breed you like the slut you are. Maybe with my child inside, you wouldn't fool around with other guys.” He grunts, biting his lip.
You tried to protest— but before you could, he's already cum inside.
You realised that they both finished inside of you.
Donghyun pulls out his cock from your sensitive hole, causing the semen to drip down, he scoops it up and pushes it back inside, you buck your hips out of instinct.
“See, your body knows where you belong.” He states, continuing to finger you. His finger rubs the sensitive spot inside you, causing you to whine. Dongmin's mouth leaves your lips and travels down your neck and shoulder, leaving hickies and bite marks all over.
You throw your head back against his shoulder when Donghyun keeps hitting your sweet spot, and then it comes, the sensation of a rope snapping your belly as you let out a loud moan, your body collapsing as your second orgasm is forced out of you in waves.
You lay there exhausted, trying to breathe, but that is short lived when the men start working on you again.
They devoured you for the entire night, showing who you belong to. By the end of it, you were so fucked out of your mind, your vision was hazy and your body ached all over.
They finally stopped and laid on either side of you, pulling you into an embrace, cuddling you to sleep.
The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was the painting of a water lily, hung up in Donghyun's room.
Maybe they were right.
You had always been theirs.
Such a foolish thought to think that you'd bloom without their help.
thinking about loser pervert myungjae who has a pathetic crush on his roommate sungho and his pretty girlfriend! 🎀 tw voyeurism / dom sungho / sub myungjae / squirting / degradation / yaoi!
you don't think much of myungjae's... odd behaviour whenever you're around at your boyfriend's place. he's just sungho's weird roommate who skitters away at the sight of you and stays in his room the entire time. sungho tells you to ignore him and that you do!
until you catch him digging through your laundry basket, some of your clothes thrown in there alongside sungho's.
"oh! jaehyun? are you looking for something?" he thinks he's so slick when he drops your bra back into the basket in a panic and immediately starts blubbering some excuse about finding his shirt and socks got mixed up and -
you bring it up to sungho one day, when you're lounging on his bed and cuddling. you tell him about how you think jaehyun has a crush on you because you caught him going through your underwear and somehow sungho's possessive streak kicks in.
that night, sungho leaves his door cracked slightly open as he pounds into you from behind, pulling you up flush against his chest as his cock splits you open.
"louder, baby," sungho coos into your ear, an arm around you waist as his other hand grips your cheeks, "let jaehyun hear how much you like my dick."
you moan out loudly as sungho's dick sinks into your needy messy hole, his thrusts punctuating the way you vocalise his name - "mm! sungho! sungho! it's too m - much!"
sungho just laughs lowly as he spots jaehyun's eyes peek around the door of his room, eyes wide as he drinks in the scene: you - a mess and drooling in sungho's arms as his cock disappears into your cunt, obscene squelches and the sound of skin slapping onto skin, and your boobs that are on full display for him, littered with red marks from sungho's earlier ministrations. sungho's blond hair that falls into his eyes, his groans that shoot straight towards jaehyun's dick, and the way his hips snap into yours...
jaehyun tries his best not to moan out loud - his hand pumping his own cock in the same rhythm of sungho's thrusts. sure, he sometimes would stick his ear to the door whenever you and sungho think you're being quiet and get himself off like that, but sungho always had his door locked when you two were getting down - so getting a visual is totally new territory that turns him on to no end. quiet whines escape his lips as he watches, his hand probably nothing compared to being in your cute cunt.
"sungho, i'm cumming!" you whine out. sungho delivers one last thrust and jaehyun has to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from letting out a pathetic moan when he sees you squirt all over sungho's cock, falling to the bed while sungho slaps your pussy - making you cry out in pleasure and pain as your cunt gushes some more. jaehyun's tongue lolls out as he pants - he'd do anything to just get a taste of you that didn't involve digging through sungho's laundry basket and desperately looking for your used panties.
jaehyun's own hand quickens when he sees sungho fuck you through your orgasm, every time he draws back another gush of water squirting out onto the bedsheets below. so, so close! jaehyun thinks as he screws his eyes shut and spurts all over his hand as he keens, nearly falling over as he sees sungho's cum cover your ass in white, splattering over your back as he strokes himself to climax. sungho's groan reverberates as jaehyun pants, quickly stuffing his cock back in his pants before sungho catches him.
but of course, sungho does.
"come here - you stupid mutt," sungho leans against the doorframe, and jaehyun gulps as he's dragged into sungho's bedroom, the smell of sex and sweat still in the air.
sungho more or less throws jaehyun onto the bed beside you, and jaehyun trembles in anticipation as you giggle and trace a finger down his jaw.
"you like what you see, jaehyun?" you whisper into his ear and he whimpers, his cock straining against the confines of his sweats.
sungho scoffs, "of course he does, he's a fucking pervert."
and that's how jaehyun finds himself on all fours, gagging on sungho's cock while you stroke his, all while cooing in his ears about how he's such a perv and a slut for wanting both his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend, and all he can say is thank you in between his whines when sungho paints his face in white and you push jaehyun in between your thighs and order him cutely to clean up sungho's mess that he left behind earlier.
