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omg no wayâŠ.. TYSMMM YOU GUYS iâm actually in shock that iâve been nominated with such amazing authors <333 wouldnât have done it without your love and support ilyg <3333
okay, on a serious note, i feel very appreciated to be acknowledged for this. is it my first time ? yes. am i nervous? ofc ! but i wish everyone the best, and this does not define your work at all. you all are amazing authors and you should all be proud of the projects you have put out so far!! i wish everyone luck, love and happiness !! <3333
also, which category do yâall think iâd fit into ?? :))
hi everyone! i know i've been gone for a while and i'm really sorry about that, but i needed to bring something up for future reference. someone kindly let me know that a user (1uc45i) on wattpad has been translating my work without my permission. i just want to make it clear that i do not allow anyone to translate my work unless i've personally approved it.
i put a lot of effort into what i write, and i don't want someone to run it through a translator and claim it as theirs just because they translated it.
GIRLLL PREMIUMM CONTENT IS AMAZINGGG THE WAY U WRITE THE READERS RELATIONSHIP WITH EVERY MEMBER IS SOO WELL WRITTENNNE LIKEEEEE WHATTT TRULY TRULYYYYY THERES NO WRITER LIKE U I LOVE ALLLLL UR WORKS AND UR CREATIVE MIND SO MUCH MWAAHH
girl omg đ that means so much to me, seriously. like i canât even explain how happy it makes me to hear that youâre loving premium content that muchđ„č𫶠you donât know how much this kind of message motivates me. iâm so grateful fr, and iâm sending you the biggest hug and kiss right now mwaaah đđ
HACKGEOSVWOSVSLSVS I CANT WAIT FOR THE LAST CHAPTER đđ
Iâm sad itâll end but it was so good, literally from start to finish, before it ends I want to share my favourite parts from the series.
FIRST OFF, When y/n received flowers from Heeseung đđ THAT MADE MY HEART MELT SO BAD â i fear im a sucker for our Bambi boy, that man could look at me with a pout and his cute little eyes and he will be in my pocket before he even lets out a breath.
secondly, I rlly RLLY like the aftermath of the boysâ filming, especially Jay/Jungwon⊠idk what it is but something feels soâŠ. Idk how to explain it !!!!! when you wrote about them missing y/n after their session đ also y/n is stronger than me because I wouldâve totes stayed for a little longer in Jayâs bed staring at his back. I feel like that man has one of the NICEST bare backs ever.. Ni-ki and Sunghoon come second, both are tied canât lie. SAME FOR JUNGWON AND JAKE. honestly they all have nice looking backs đđ
LASTLY. SUNOOâs ENTIRE CJAPTER. Not to be freaky but⊠publicity IS SOODOSOSOSDODVAOWHPEBEOW I would totes fall in LAUV so props to y/n for NAWT falling head over heels in love with Sunoo then and there đ
I have a lot more scenes in mind but Iâve definitely⊠had a thought or two about the AU đ specifically Halloween themed đđ BUT I DONT WANNA BE TOO FREAKY SO THANK U SOOOOO MUCH for writing this AU, it was so good and I will continue to enjoy it even after the main series finishes and you end up writing drabbles or tiny scenes about them, you are absolutely awesome are writing and you make me just luv enhypen even more đ«¶
ahh stoppp youâre literally the sweetest đ𫶠that means so much fr. i love that youâve been thinking of more scenesâespecially a halloween one đđ like pls donât even worry about being too freaky, youâre in the right place LMAOO. seriously though, thank you for reading and showing so much love, it really keeps me going đ„ș iâm so happy youâve enjoyed it this much đđ ilysm
warningsá°.á unprotected sex, double blowjobs, spitplay, etc.
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statusá°.á 9/9 completed!
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the days had stretched long and heavy, each hour feeling like its own reckoning as you drifted through your apartment in a haze of unspoken thoughts and unanswered questions. your phone had remained flipped face down on your nightstand, untouched, except for the few times youâd picked it up only to stare at the screen before putting it right back down. the flowers from heeseung were wilted in their vase now, a quiet reminder of everything you thought you understood and everything that had unraveled right in front of you. you hadnât criedânot yetâbut your chest ached in that particular way where it felt like you were about to at any given moment, like your emotions sat just behind your ribs, waiting to spill. the silence of your room made it worse, every creak of the wood floor or passing car outside pulling you deeper into the loop of memories you didnât ask to relive. each of their faces haunted you in fragmentsâsunooâs soft voice, jakeâs trembling hands, jungwonâs gentle kiss, nikiâs teasing smirkâlike echoes of something youâd convinced yourself was just content. except now it didnât feel like content. now it felt like your heart had been split seven ways and you had no idea how to hold it together.
âi couldnât have been so naive to this,â you breathe, voice trembling with quiet disbelief as your hands knot together in your lap, the fabric of your blanket crinkling beneath your fingers. your gaze stays locked on a spot near the edge of your comforter, eyes unfocused, as though the right words might appear there if you just stared long enough. âi shouldâve knownâshouldâve picked up on something.â your voice breaks slightly as you shake your head. âthere had to be signs. i just⊠i didnât expect it at all.â the memory of their facesâshocked, unreadable, too familiar in one roomâplays in a loop behind your eyes, muddling together into something far more overwhelming than anything youâd prepared for. the air still feels heavy with that moment, even now, days later, like itâs lingering in your lungs. itâs not just the realization that they all knew each other. itâs the fact that no one said anythingâthat they let you walk blindly into it, moment after moment, lie after silence, until it was too late to turn back.
nari sits beside you on the bed, her presence steady, warm, grounding in the way she always manages to be. her hand is wrapped around yours, thumb stroking the back of your palm in slow, thoughtful circles, and you can feel her watching you carefully. âitâs okay,â she says quietly, her tone free of judgment, but full of understanding. âyouâre not wrong for feeling this way, y/n. none of this is your fault.â the way she says itâso certain, so kindâmakes your throat tighten, and you swallow hard against the emotion rising in your chest. your shoulders feel tense, your heart bruised with confusion and embarrassment and something more painful that you still havenât dared to name. you glance at her with tired eyes, trying to muster some kind of composure, but she sees through it immediately. she always does. âyou just got caught in something way bigger than you thought it was,â she adds. âand thatâs not on you.â
you let out a shaky sigh and pull your hand away, dragging it through your hair in one long, slow motion, fingertips catching on a few tangled strands. âi donât even know how to feel about it all,â you whisper, your voice low. âthey all acted like it was just us, like each moment was⊠i donât know, oursâbut they were hiding something. and i guess i was too, in a way.â your words start to unravel, slipping out of your mouth faster than you can catch them, and you pause to breathe before continuing. âand the worst part is, i canât even say i regret it. i meant every moment. i wanted all of it.â you close your eyes, overwhelmed by the weight of that truth. âand now i donât know if that makes me stupid, or just⊠human.â
âwhat are you planning to do now?â nari asks gently after a pause, her voice tentative but curious, knowing better than to push too hard. âdo you feel the same way about all of them⊠or is there one who stands out?â the question lands softly, but it echoes like a drumbeat in your chest, and you stare at her, your lips partingâbut no sound comes out. you shift uncomfortably on the bed, your thoughts a tangled mess of memories and sensations and words left unsaid. each boy left something behind in youâheeseung with his gentle reverence, jay with his quiet intensity, jake with the warmth that lingered after every touch, sunghoon with the sharp tension that never quite released. and then there was sunoo, vibrant and teasing and soft in a way that made you feel seen. jungwon with his eager devotion, like you were something sacred in his eyes. niki with that careful confidence, that push-and-pull that sparked something in you you hadnât even realized was there.
you canât choose. you donât want to choose. but you also donât know if walking away is any easier.
âi donât know,â you finally whisper, your voice hoarse with emotion. âi loved filming with each of them. the connection felt real every single time. and i know thatâs why this hurts so much.â you bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you rest your chin on top. âbut right now, i canât make sense of how i feel. iâm not ready to face any of them. not yet.â the silence that follows is full of tension, not awkward, but fullâpregnant with unspoken fear, longing, and the ache of being pulled in too many directions at once.
nari doesnât speak right away. she just reaches over and rests her hand on your back, her touch warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. âthen donât,â she says simply. ânot until youâre ready. but when that moment comes⊠talk to one of them. start somewhere.â she gives you a small smile, one laced with gentle encouragement. âyou donât have to figure it all out at once, y/n. just⊠donât run from it forever.â
and for the first time in days, you donât argue.
the rain had started sometime in the late afternoon, a quiet drizzle tapping against your windowpane as you curled deeper into your blankets, your conversation with nari still echoing in the quiet corners of your mind. sheâd left a few hours ago, giving your hand one last squeeze and promising you time, space, and a judgment-free shoulder if you needed it. you hadnât moved much since. everything still felt knotted inside of youâyour thoughts, your guilt, your confusionâtightening around your ribs like a drawstring pulled too tight. you hadnât heard the doorbell at first, not over the low hum of your fan or the scattered rainfall outside, but the second knock made your heart leap into your throat. you pulled yourself upright, hesitating at the mirror to smooth your hair, though your hands shook a little with the movement. the hallway light felt too bright as you stepped toward the door, your breath caught in your chest as your fingers curled around the knob and twisted. when the door creaked open, your body stilled, stunnedâbecause there, standing outside of the door with damp curls sticking to his forehead and his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, was jungwon, eyes wide like he didnât believe he was really here either.
the sight of youâwrapped in a loose hoodie with sleep-tousled hair and eyes slightly puffy from cryingâmakes his breath catch in his throat as if heâs forgotten how to speak. the two of you just stare at each other for a moment, silence stretching and folding between you, the sound of soft rain falling and the warmth of your apartment curling behind you like two separate worlds. âhi,â he says finally, his voice gentle but tight at the edges, and when you donât respond right away, just blink at him like heâs not real, he shifts awkwardly on his feet. âi⊠didnât know if i should come,â he admits, glancing down as if afraid to meet your eyes again, âbut i couldnât stop thinking about youâabout what happened.â your hand lingers on the doorknob, knuckles white, chest rising in slow, shallow breaths as you try to make sense of the mess of emotions clawing up your throatâshock, anger, guilt, and something softer beneath it all. âjungwonâŠâ you breathe, finally finding the word, but nothing else comes with it, because heâs here and itâs overwhelming and all-consuming, and the ache you thought youâd buried is suddenly back in full force. his lashes flutter when you say his name, like it touches something delicate in him, and he nods once, then looks past you like heâs unsure if heâs allowed to cross the threshold. âcan i come in?â he asks quietly, and thereâs something in the way he says itâtentative, respectful, but laced with longingâthat makes you step back without thinking, letting the door swing wider as he steps inside, into the space thatâs felt too quiet without him.
you close the door behind him gently, the quiet click echoing louder than expected in the small space, and for a moment neither of you move. jungwon stands in the middle of your living room like heâs unsure whether he belongs there, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie as his eyes slowly scan the room before settling back on you. âi thought maybe seeing you would help me understand how i feel,â he admits softly, his voice barely above a whisper, like heâs afraid saying it too loud might scare you off. âbut now that iâm here, i think iâve always known.â the words make your heart stutter, and you find yourself slowly crossing the room, arms folding loosely over your chest like a shield youâre not sure you want to keep up. âwhy did you come, jungwon?â you ask, and the question doesnât carry anger, only a tired sort of sadness, the kind that lingers after too many nights spent thinking in circles. he looks up at you then, really looks at you, and something about the way his eyes soften breaks something open inside you.
âbecause i miss you,â he says simply, but thereâs so much weight packed into those three words that you feel your breath catch in your chest. ânot just what we did. i miss how you made me feelâlike i was important, like you saw something in me that no one else does.â the words hit you like a wave, crashing against the wall youâve been trying so hard to keep standing, and you press your fingers into your arm to ground yourself, to remind yourself this is real. jungwon takes a small step closer, testing the distance like heâs not sure how far heâs allowed to go, and his voice grows softer, more vulnerable. âit was my first time⊠all of it. not just physically, but feeling this way about someoneâthis⊠deep, gnawing thing that hasnât left me since i met you.â your throat tightens, fingers twitching at your side, unsure whether to reach for him or protect yourself. âyou donât have to say anything,â he adds quickly, misreading the silence as rejection, âi just needed you to know.â
âyou donât understand how complicated this is,â you murmur, the emotion thick in your throat as your gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet his for too long. âi didnât expect any of thisâi didnât know it would get so messy.â jungwon nods slowly, and you watch the way his brows pull together, how he chews the inside of his cheek like heâs trying to find the right words. âi know,â he says, voice barely audible, âand i wish i could fix it for you. iâd take it all away if it meant youâd stop hurting.â the gentleness in his voice makes your stomach twist painfully, and for a moment you want nothing more than to step forward, to bury yourself in his warmth and let him hold all the pieces youâve been too afraid to share. âitâs just⊠hard,â you whisper, more to yourself than to him, and his eyes flicker with something fierce, something aching and patient all at once.
he steps closer again, now just an armâs length away, and you can see every detail of his faceâthe tiny scar above his brow, the redness in his eyes, the quiet desperation in the way his lips part but hesitate. âi donât want to lose you,â he says finally, voice cracking at the edges, âeven if it means waiting, even if it means watching you figure everything out.â your breath hitches, and the room suddenly feels smaller, warmer, like the air itself has thickened around you. âiâm not asking you to choose,â he adds, almost as if reading your mind, âi just want you to know that for me⊠it was never just a video.â your heart aches, the confession echoing through every bone in your body, and you finally look up at him again, eyes glistening with everything youâve been holding in.
jungwonâs eyes widen slightly when he sees the way your lips part, the way your breath trembles, and itâs like he wants to reach for you but stops himself out of respect. âyou donât have to love me,â he whispers, âbut please⊠donât shut me out.â his voice is so raw, so open, that it slices right through you, and you donât realize your fingers are trembling until you clench them into fists to stop the shake. âiâm scared,â you confess for the first time, your voice as soft as the rain tapping against the window, âbecause i felt something with you too, and thatâs the part that terrifies me.â the honesty hangs there between you, bare and unfiltered, and jungwonâs expression shifts into something painfully tender.
he nods, slow and understanding, and finally takes the last step toward you, close enough that his fingers could graze yours if either of you moved. âthen let me be scared with you,â he murmurs, âwe donât have to figure it all out tonight.â your chest swells, eyes stinging, and for a moment all you can do is breathe him inâhis scent, his warmth, the fragile hope wrapped around his words. âi donât know whatâs going to happen,â you admit, âbut i donât want to pretend like it meant nothing either.â his lips curve into the faintest smile, eyes shining as he whispers, âthen thatâs enough for me.â and in the quiet that follows, as you stand inches apart, you realize that maybeâjust maybeâyou donât have to carry this alone anymore.
jungwonâs gaze dips to your lips for just a secondâbarely a flickerâbut itâs enough to set off a rush of heat through your entire body, soft and slow and consuming. you donât move right away, your breath shallow as your eyes search his face, every inch of him brimming with something that looks dangerously close to hope. your fingers twitch at your side before reaching up on instinct, brushing lightly against the edge of his hoodie sleeve, just enough to ground yourself in the moment. âcome here,â you whisper, the words barely audible but enough to have him lean forward, hesitantly, like he still doesnât believe youâll let him. but you doâyou meet him halfway, your hand curling at the base of his neck as your lips press gently into his, warmth spilling from the point of contact like itâs been waiting to ignite all along.
he kisses you like heâs afraid youâll disappearâslow at first, almost cautious, his hand moving to your waist with such care it makes your chest ache. you press in closer, your free hand resting over his chest where his heart is racing, its rhythm frantic beneath your touch. the kiss deepens naturally, growing hungrier without losing its tenderness, the kind of kiss that says too much without needing words. jungwon sighs softly against your lips, like heâs finally breathing for the first time in days, and you feel the way his shoulders drop as your touch pulls him in. your thumb brushes along the side of his jaw, feeling the way it tenses slightly under the emotion threatening to spill out of him. his hand curls tighter around your waist, not possessive, just needingâjust wanting to be close to you without letting it slip away too soon.
when you pull back just slightly, lips parted and noses still brushing, his eyes are already glassy, a soft pink blooming high on his cheeks as he exhales through a quiet laugh. âthat wasâŠâ he starts, but the words falter, and he just shakes his head gently, a crooked, lovesick smile curving at his lips. âyeah,â you breathe, matching his energy, forehead resting gently against his as you close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself feel everything at once. he doesnât rush the silence, doesnât push for anything moreâjust lets the weight of what just passed between you settle into the stillness of the room. his thumb strokes a slow line along your waist, and you swear you could fall apart just from the way he holds you, like youâre the only person whoâs ever mattered. âi could stay like this forever,â he mumbles, voice thick, and your heart twists painfully in your chest because you know you canât promise that just yet.
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this day already felt lighter than the one before, the air in your apartment somehow less heavy, your thoughts no longer as fogged and chaotic. after everything that had happened, the silence, the tension, the messy unraveling of all the truths you didnât ask to knowâyou found yourself carrying a bit more clarity today. jungwonâs visit the night before had stirred something in you, grounding you in a way you hadnât expected. it made you realize that you were allowed to take your time, to breathe, to feel all of it at once without rushing toward a decision. so maybe it was that small pocket of peace that gave you the courage to reach out to heeseungâthe first.
he was the one youâd started everything with, the one who made you feel wanted before you even understood what you were diving into. it felt right to face him now, with more steadiness in your chest and a little less fear. the memory of the bouquet he once gave you still lingered in your roomâits colors now dulled, petals soft and scattered across the surface of your nightstand, a quiet reminder of something that bloomed fast and never really faded.Â
the knock on your door comes soft but sure, drawing you gently out of your thoughts. you push yourself off the couch, the floor cool beneath your feet as you walk to the door with your heart pressing steadily in your chest. when you open it, there he isâtall and striking in the glow of the late afternoon sun, his pinkish hair styled just the way you remember it, though maybe a little softer now. his eyes meet yours, a glint of something hopeful flickering in them as he lets out a breath.
âhi, princessâŠâ he says, the petname falling from his lips like it had been waiting all this time, tucked away just for this moment. you feel the weight of it settle warmly in your chest.
âhi,â you respond, voice gentle as you step aside to let him in. âcome in.â
he steps in slowly, his eyes scanning the apartment like heâs cataloging the changes, like heâs trying to trace where he used to stand, where you used to sit, where it all began. he moves with quiet reverence, shoulders rising slightly with each breath, and you watch the way his hand brushes down the side of his jeans as if he needs something to do, somewhere to place the nervous energy building between you both. you close the door behind him gently, your fingers curling around the handle for a second too long before you turn to face him again. for a moment, neither of you says anything. the silence stretches, but it isnât emptyâitâs full of everything that was left unsaid.
âi didnât think iâd get to see you again like this,â heeseung says finally, his voice softer than you remember, like itâs been sanded down by time and longing. his gaze lingers on your face, searching, careful, like heâs trying to figure out how much of you is still his to read. âyou look⊠you look beautiful.â you smile, barely, because even though the compliment makes your chest flutter, thereâs still a tension winding through your spine, coiled from everything thatâs happened since the last time you were together.
âthank you,â you reply, your voice nearly a whisper as you gesture toward the couch. âdo you want to sit?â he nods quickly and moves to the couch while you follow behind, your heart thudding just a little harder with every step. you sit beside himânot too close, not too farâand he leans forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped between them like heâs bracing himself.
âiâve been thinking about you a lot,â he admits, eyes cast down to the floor before flicking back up to yours. ânot just about what we did. but the way you made me feel. the way i still feel.â his words hang between you like steam off a hot drink, curling and invisible and so very real. you feel the lump form in your throat, emotion creeping up the edges of your chest as he continues.
âi didnât mean for any of this to get so complicated,â he says, shaking his head slowly, brows furrowing. âat first it was only for quick video, just for fun until it wasnât anymore.â you watch his fingers tighten around themselves, a small tremble in his voice that he doesnât try to hide.
you sit there quietly, your own heart pulling painfully because you know his words are trueâyou felt that tenderness in every touch, in the way he looked at you like he was afraid heâd ruin something just by holding on too tightly. âi kept the flowers,â you say softly, your eyes flicking to the hallway. âtheyâre still on my nightstand.â
heeseung lifts his head, and something in his expression crumples at your words. âyou did?â he asks, and when you nod, he smilesâjust barely, but itâs the kind that reaches his eyes. âi thought maybe theyâd be gone. like everything else.â
you shake your head, your voice quiet but steady. âyou werenât ever nothing to me, heeseung.â
a silence falls again, this one more tender, more full of the ache that builds when two people want each other but donât know how to fix whatâs broken. then, carefully, you reach out and place your hand over his, your fingers sliding gently between his. he turns his palm to meet yours, the contact soft but grounding.
âi wanted to see you today because i needed to know if what we had meant something,â you say, your gaze steady on his. âi needed to know if you still saw me the same way.â
his thumb brushes across your knuckles slowly, reverently, like heâs memorizing the feel of your skin. âi never stopped seeing you that way. i never stopped wanting you.â
heeseungâs fingers remain laced with yours, his thumb tracing small, reverent circles against the back of your hand as if grounding himself through your touch. thereâs something in his expression that looks both overwhelmed and awestruck, like seeing you up close again is too much and yet not nearly enough. your knees brush lightly as you shift a little on the couch, turning to face him fully, and your chest tightens at the way his gaze lingers on every part of youâyour eyes, your mouth, your expressionâas if heâs searching for something familiar and finding everything he missed. the air between you feels fragile but charged, delicate yet thick with things unsaid, with feelings that had been buried under the weight of time, of silence, of complicated truths. âiâve missed you,â heeseung breathes finally, his voice soft but raw, like the words have been sitting on the tip of his tongue since the day he let you walk away. your lips part to answer, to say something, anything, but all that slips out is a quiet, breathless hum as you squeeze his hand in return, heart fluttering at the vulnerability spilling through his voice. he leans closer, the tip of his nose brushing yours, and you can feel the way his breath trembles when he exhalesâlike heâs holding back everything he wants to say in favor of showing it instead. âcan i kiss you?â he whispers, the question not rushed, not desperate, just reverent, and the simple sincerity in it makes your throat tighten. you nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut, and the world seems to still the moment his lips meet yours.
his kiss is gentleâalmost too gentle at firstâlike heâs afraid youâll vanish beneath him, afraid this might be a dream he doesnât want to wake from. he kisses you with aching slowness, like every second counts, every brush of his mouth against yours an apology, a confession, a hope. his free hand finds your jaw, thumb sliding softly beneath your ear as he deepens the kiss with a quiet sigh, his body curling into yours like he wants to shield you from the rest of the world. you respond in kind, melting into him, your fingers slipping over his shoulder and gripping the fabric of his hoodie as you pull him closer, needing him near, needing this to feel as real as it does. his tongue brushes lightly against your bottom lip and you open for him without hesitation, your breath catching as the kiss grows more certain, more fullâstill tender, still careful, but laced now with something rawer, something deeper. you can feel how much heâs holding back, how much emotion is pressed into the way he kisses you, like heâs trying to speak in a language youâll never forget. when he finally pulls away, itâs only by an inch, his forehead resting against yours and his lips still barely brushing yours as he exhales, shaky and full of meaning. âyou feel like home,â he murmurs, almost to himself, like the words werenât planned but tumbled out without permission. you feel your heart crack open just a little more at that, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as he stares at you like youâre the only thing in the universe worth looking at.
heeseungâs thumb brushes against your cheek as he studies you, the softness in his eyes darkening just slightly with something more serious. âhave you made a choice yet?â he asks, voice low and careful, not demanding but deeply curious, like your answer holds the weight of everything between you. your lips part with a slow exhale, fingers tightening gently around his. âi have,â you admit, heart fluttering against your ribs like itâs been waiting for this moment too. âbut i want to tell everyone at once... i owe them that.â the honesty sits between you, heavy but right, and heeseung nods slowly, the corners of his lips lifting into a small, knowing smile. âthen let me help,â he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple with quiet resolve. âcome with meâiâll take care of everything,â he adds, already pulling you gently to your feet as your stomach flips in anticipation.
you follow him to the front door, slipping on your shoes as he keeps a steady hand on your lower back, his presence steadying and grounding. the sunlight outside has softened into a golden wash, casting long shadows as the two of you step out into the cool air and head toward his car. his fingers stay laced with yours the entire walk to the passenger side, his thumb tracing calm, thoughtless circles that make your chest tighten with quiet affection. once inside, the engine hums to life, and the low volume of the radio blends into the comforting silence between youâone filled with unspoken meaning rather than awkwardness. you glance at him as he drives, taking in the quiet confidence in his profile, the way his jaw tightens slightly like heâs focused on making this go right. âwhere are we going?â you ask softly, eyes flicking to the road ahead as he turns onto a familiar street. âmy place,â he answers, flashing you a quick glance thatâs both reassuring and something deeper. âi told the rest to meet me there around six. itâs time.â
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you thought this moment would come with more clarity, more poise, maybe even peaceâbut instead your nerves are coiling inside you like tightly wound string, every eye in the room weighing down on your chest. theyâre all here, seated or standing in the living room, each gaze fixed squarely on you, some soft and unsure, others unreadable, but more than a few linger a second too long on your lips. the silence presses in as you shift your weight between your feet, fingers nervously twisting around each other, heart hammering like itâs being wrung out with every second you wait. âbefore i say anything else, i just have one thing i need to ask,â you begin, your voice quiet but unwavering as your eyes stay rooted to the floorboards. âwhy didnât any of you tell me you all knew each other? was i not someone worth being honest with?â your voice wavers slightly, the first crack blooming beneath your ribs as your eyes rise slowly to meet theirs, glassy with heat you refuse to let spill. âi was naive enough to not put the pieces together, but stillâthere were no signs, no indication, and now i just feel... stupid.â
he confession sits heavy in your throat, your chest tightening as their silence grows denser around you, no one moving to speak just yet. âa part of me felt like i was being played,â you continue, voice just above a whisper now, âlike maybe it was a joke to you all, something funny you could talk about behind closed doors.â you shake your head gently, a bitter laugh escaping under your breath as you draw in a shaky inhale. âand i hate thinking like thatâi really doâbecause none of you made me feel that way when we were together. each of you showed me a side of yourselves that i let myself believe was real, something intimate i gave myself up to without hesitation.â your gaze flicks up again, landing on familiar faces youâve memorized in far different settings, now unreadable and complicated. âi didnât want to be seen as a game or some experiment, some anonymous figure who you all could just try out to see what the hype was.â the words taste like guilt and doubt and something rawer, something closer to heartbreak.
âi know i agreed to all of it,â you admit, quieter now, âand i know this was supposed to be just contentâbut somewhere along the way, i let my guard down, and i canât help but feel foolish for it.â your eyes sting, but you blink quickly, refusing to let your vulnerability show any more than it already has. âmy mind kept spiraling⊠thinking maybe it was for clout, or worseâa bet.â your voice tightens on the last word, the pressure mounting behind your sternum like a dam about to split. âi mean, why else would seven peopleâall so successful in their own rightâend up so tangled in one girlâs content?â your arms cross instinctively over your chest as your gaze drops again, a protective reflex you didnât know you still had left. âi just didnât think iâd become so attached,â you finish, barely above a whisper now, ânot when i promised myself i wouldnât.â
the room remains still for a moment until finally, someone speaksâsunghoon. he leans forward slightly from his seat, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly together like heâs been holding them still for hours. âi did it to understand,â he says, voice calm but honest, eyes trained directly on yours. âheeseung and jayâiâve never seen them so... different. they wouldnât stop talking about you, about how filming with you felt like something else entirely.â he lets out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck. âi got curious, nosy even, and maybe that was selfishâbut it wasnât for a laugh. i wanted to know what they meant when they said you made them feel something.â his voice softens further. âand when i met you⊠when we actually filmed together⊠it wasnât about curiosity anymore. it was about you.â
âyou made me feel something that night that i havenât been able to shake since,â sunghoon confesses, leaning in just enough to make your breath catch. âyou were gentle and confident and so goddamn sincere, and it hit me all at once that this wasnât just content. not for me. not for any of us.â he sits back, gaze still locked to yours with something so open and raw it makes your chest ache. âi want to know more about you, y/n. not just the version iâve seen in front of the camera, but all of youâthe real parts you havenât let anyone else see yet.â you canât move. canât speak. can only stare, your entire world tipped sideways again as the weight of his words settles into the silence. and somehow, deep down, you know he isnât the only one who feels this way.
you donât expect heeseung to speak next, not when heâs sitting so still, elbows on his knees, fingers woven together like heâs trying to physically hold himself back, but the moment sunghoonâs voice fades into silence, he lifts his head and locks eyes with youâand itâs like the air changes. âdo you want to know why i never told you?â he asks quietly, and the sharp edge in his tone startles you. âbecause i didnât want this to happen.â his voice is raw now, thick with something deeper than just frustrationâitâs laced with regret, with something so heavy it nearly takes your breath away. âi didnât want you to look at us like this. like we were playing you, like we were some fucking group project you didnât sign up for. because thatâs not what this ever was for me.â he shifts forward, closer than before, and you can feel the warmth of his stareâburning, sincere, full of tension heâs tried too hard to contain. âyou were the first one. you were the one who made all of this real in the first place. i didnât go into it thinking anything would happen, didnât think iâd care beyond a good collab and moving onâbut then you looked at me, touched me like i was more than a body in a video, and iâve been fucked ever since.â he runs a hand through his hair, jaw tightening. âand then jay, then jake, then everyone else started acting different. like they were seeing the same thing i saw in you. and i hated itâhated how much it made me feel like i was losing something that was never even mine to begin with.â his gaze hardens for just a second before softening again, dropping momentarily to your lips, and then right back to your eyes. âbut you were mine first. and maybe that doesnât mean anything now, maybe i donât have the right to claim you, but it means something to me. you were the start of all this, and if i had known where it would lead, i swear to god i wouldâve stopped it. i wouldâve kept you all to myself. because the way you made me feel that nightâlike i was the only one in the world who matteredâit hasnât gone away. and i donât think it ever will.â
the tension in the room thickens like a storm front, heavy and static as niki shifts forward in his seat, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable but brimming with heat. his eyes donât leave heeseung as he speaks, low and firm, the weight of his words making the air feel colder. âyou donât get to claim her just because you were the first,â he says, each syllable slow and deliberate, cutting through the silence like a blade. âwe all feel something for her, heeseungâwe all gave a part of ourselves, even if it was just once. you think that just because you had her first, that gives you some kind of head start?â his voice cracks slightly with frustration, his throat tight with everything heâs been holding back. âyou think the rest of us donât lie awake at night replaying every moment we shared with her?â he exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head as he finally looks away, trying to compose himself. âyou mightâve met her before us, but donât you dare act like our feelings are any less real.â
heeseungâs gaze flickers, the smugness gone from his face, replaced by something harder to nameâguilt, maybe, or the realization that this isnât as simple as he thought. his fingers curl into fists at his sides, and for a moment, he doesnât speak, like the airâs been knocked out of him by the sheer honesty of nikiâs words. niki, still staring ahead, continues, his tone softer now but no less intense, the vulnerability beneath his confidence slipping through. âwe all watched her change us, one by one. we all wanted to be enough.â the truth hangs there, raw and exposed, something none of them dared to voice until now. the room stills again, no one daring to move as the weight of what niki said settles across them like a shadow. you sit there in the center of it all, your heart thudding against your ribs, overwhelmed by the way each of them keeps proving that this isnât just about lustâitâs about longing. and now, with no more room to pretend, you realize you have a choice to makeâbut youâre not the only one trembling at the thought of what comes next.
you sit frozen for a moment, eyes flicking between them all as the tension coils tighter, like a thread pulled taut. your heart aches at the way their voices shake, the way niki's honesty echoes in the room, the way heeseung swallows down words that almost seem too heavy to say. they're all hurting, you realizeâcaught in a war that none of you asked for but all of you helped build. your hands clasp together tightly in your lap as you inhale slowly, grounding yourself in the weight of this decision, in the pounding of your pulse. âokay,â you breathe out, voice quiet but steady, the softness of it enough to draw their attention. âthatâs enough. i didnât bring you all here to tear each other apart or fight for some title.â your eyes lift, watery and raw, as you meet each gaze in turn. âi brought you here because iâve already made my choice.â
theyâre still now, completely still, like the whole room is holding its breath with you. the words sit heavy on your tongue, but once they start spilling, they donât stop. âi want all of you,â you confess, voice trembling just enough to show how deeply you mean it. âi want every single one of you, because i canât choose. i wonât.â your throat tightens as you shake your head, fingers loosening as you let your hands fall into your lap. âi fell for different parts of youâfor heeseungâs quiet tenderness, for jayâs intensity, for jakeâs gentleness, for sunghoonâs fire, for sunooâs light, for jungwonâs sincerity, and for nikiâs depth.â the silence after your words is thick and warm, the kind that lingers after truth is laid bare. âhow could i ever ask myself to only want one, when loving each of you felt just as real?â
you watch their faces shiftâeyes widening, jaws slack, mouths parting slightly as they take in your confession. âit would destroy me to choose,â you whisper, eyes flicking downward before rising again. âbecause no matter who iâd pick, i'd lose the rest. and i already know i canât handle that. not when youâve each carved out places inside me that i canât just ignore.â you look toward the ground again as your heart pounds louder in your chest, afraid of the silence that follows, but determined not to take the words back. âi know this might not make sense. maybe itâs selfish of me,â you admit, biting the inside of your cheek. âbut if any of you are willing to set your jealousy aside... if youâre open to seeing where this can really go with me... together... i want that.â
thereâs a crack in your voice by the end, a thread of fear that still lives there, but itâs softened by the truth. youâre scaredâof being rejected, of being seen differently, of being too muchâbut your heart has never been this certain. you watch them, one by one, as they absorb every word, their expressions unreadable at first, slowly melting into something more complicated than anger or longing. you feel vulnerable, standing in front of them with your soul laid bare, but thereâs something freeing in it tooâlike finally stepping into your own truth. âiâm not asking for easy,â you add softly. âbut i am asking you to try. because i know what i feel, and i know itâs real. i just need to know if you feel it too.â
thereâs a pauseâa soft breath in the room, almost like the air itself is waiting for someone to move first. itâs jake who does. he steps forward slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, wide and warm and glassy with emotion. your heart jumps into your throat as he comes closer, the tension in your shoulders locking into place before he lifts a hand gently to the side of your face. his palm is warm, thumb brushing along your cheek, and for a moment, he just looks at youâreally looks at youâlike heâs memorizing every inch. and then, before you can even react, his lips are on yours in a kiss so full of longing that your knees nearly give out.
his mouth moves slowly against yours at first, reverent, like heâs worshipping the very moment. âiâll do it,â he breathes against your lips, the words brushing into your skin like a promise. âiâll do anything⊠anything that involves you in it.â another kiss, deeper this time, as he tilts your head just enough to make it last longer. âif it means sharing this with them,â he murmurs between kisses, âiâll do it in a heartbeat.â your fingers instinctively clutch at the fabric of his shirt, overwhelmed by the honesty spilling from his mouth and the way he kisses you like heâs been holding back for years. âbecause at the end of the day,â he whispers, his forehead resting against yours, âiâll have the girl thatâs been living in my head since the first time i touched her.â
he doesnât say it in a rush or in a way that demands a response. itâs gentle, unwavering, and raw. you can feel the truth of it in the way he holds you, in the way his hands donât wander but stay groundedâone at your jaw, one steady at your waist. thereâs something grounding about jake, even in a room full of shifting feelings and emotional chaos. the others donât interrupt, not yet, watching in a stillness that holds no bitterness. maybe because they feel it tooâthat this is jakeâs moment, and yours. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face before dipping down again, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips like punctuation.
âi want this,â he says quietly, so only you can hear. âyou⊠all of this. whatever it looks like, however messy it gets. if itâs with you, iâm in.â his arms come around you gently, not caging you in, but welcoming you in fully. and for a brief, shimmering moment, everything in you softensâlike your heart finally knows what safety tastes like. the room is still again, but itâs different now. the tone has shifted, charged not with tension, but with choice. jake chose youâfully, freely, and with everything he has.
the moment jake finally steps back from you, the air feels heavier, charged with anticipation as your gaze slowly shifts to sunoo. he stands a little apart from the others, eyes glassy, his fingers knotted together in front of him like heâs holding himself back from somethingâlike heâs terrified to move forward and even more terrified to be left behind. âare you really sure about this?â he asks, voice feather-soft but laced with something raw, something cracked. âyou can reject me if thatâs whatâs in your heart,â he continues, not meeting your eyes now, lashes lowered as his throat bobs with a swallow that nearly breaks your own heart, âi just⊠i donât want you to choose this out of guilt. not for me. not for any of us.â your breath catches in your throat at the trembling in his tone, at how small he suddenly looks despite the strength heâs shown in every other setting, and itâs that lookâthat aching vulnerabilityâthat makes your feet move before you can think. your hands rise gently to cup his face, thumbs brushing softly against the warm streaks of tears trailing down his cheeks, and his lips part on a quiet gasp as he finally looks at you. âsunoo,â you whisper, your voice just as shaky now, but steady in its conviction, âyou donât understand. this isnât something iâm doing to protect anyone⊠itâs what i want.â
your forehead leans against his as his breath hitches, his hands slowly coming up to hold your wrists, gentle like heâs afraid youâll disappear. âi want you,â you whisper again, your eyes falling shut as the tears burn behind your lids, âi want all of you, because each of you mean something to me that i canât ignore.â your voice grows steadier as you go on, your words pouring out like a confession youâve waited days to finally admit. âiâve thought about it over and overâwhat it would feel like to choose just one of you, to let the others go, and it doesnât feel right. it never did. i care for each of you so deeply, in ways i never expected to, and the idea of losing any of you justâŠâ your breath shakes as you pull back slightly, enough to look at him fully, your eyes glossy but unwavering. âi wouldnât survive it. and if youâll let meâif you all willâi want to try. all of us⊠together.â
thereâs a silence that settles over the room again, but this time, it feels entirely differentâcharged, pulsing, expectant. your lips are still tingling from the soft pressure of sunooâs breath, your hands trembling slightly at your sides now that youâve said everything out loud. and then, from the left, you feel movementâslow, assured footsteps that draw closer with every second until jay stands before you, his expression unreadable but his eyes burning with something deep and golden. âyou have no idea what this means to us,â he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion and want, his fingers lifting gently to brush a strand of hair away from your face. and then heâs kissing youânot rushed or ravenous, but like heâs waited far too long and doesnât want to scare the moment away, his lips fitting over yours with practiced heat, with reverence, with something deeper than desire. your breath catches in your throat as his hand curls around your waist, holding you steady while your body begins to lean into his instinctively, already craving more. and when he pulls back, barely, just far enough for his mouth to brush against your cheekbone, he whispers, âyouâre all iâve wanted since that first night, and i wouldâve followed you anywhere, even if you didnât choose me.â you barely have time to recover before another warmth presses behind you, and a mouth finds your shoulder.
itâs sunghoon, his presence unmistakable from the soft drag of his lips over the skin between your neck and your collarbone, his arm coiling loosely around your waist from behind as if to ground you there. âweâre not going to let you go now,â he murmurs between slow, featherlight kisses, his nose nuzzling the slope of your throat like heâs already addicted to the way you smell. âyou made your choice,â he continues, his voice husky now, deeper than before, âand weâre going to show you how happy we are that you did.â heeseung comes next, his hand sliding up to gently cradle your jaw, tipping your chin toward him with such tenderness that your eyes flutter open just in time to see the raw adoration written across his face. he doesnât kiss you right awayâhe just stares, long enough to let the moment bloom between you, then dips down slowly, reverently, until his lips meet yours in a kiss that feels like everything youâve both been holding back. and while your lips mold together, you feel jakeâs hands at your hips, guiding your body just slightly toward his so he can lean in and press his mouth to the curve of your neck. âi donât care what this looks like to the rest of the world,â he breathes, his fingers tightening on your waist as he speaks. âiâll take whatever this is if it means i get to have you.â
sunooâs back at your side now, his arms wrapping around you in a way that feels both delicate and possessive, his lips brushing over the top of your shoulder while he whispers, âyouâre everything to us now⊠just tell us what you need.â and last comes jungwon, standing before you with a gaze that could melt stone, his mouth parting slightly as he leans in and presses the softest, slowest kiss to your temple. âweâre yours,â he says simply, his thumb brushing under your eye like heâs memorizing you, like heâs afraid this will vanish into smoke if he doesnât touch you one more time. their hands are on you nowâlight, worshipful, lingering touches to your arms, your waist, your back, your hipsâas if theyâve all silently agreed that this is the beginning of something sacred, something not just born from lust, but the kind of devotion that simmers underneath every word, every glance, every video that ever led to this moment. your head is swimming, not from confusion, but from the weight of being seen and wanted this wholly, this completely, this truthfullyâand youâre ready now. ready for whatever comes next.
niki doesnât waitâdoesnât ask, doesnât hesitateâhis hands grip your waist suddenly and pull you effortlessly down into his lap, your knees straddling his thighs before your mind can catch up to the motion. the air rushes from your lungs at the feel of him beneath you, hard and warm, as his lips crash into yours like heâs been starving for them, like every second of restraint from earlier has finally broken free. he kisses you hungrily, teeth grazing your lower lip as his tongue licks into your mouth with a sense of urgency that makes your head spin and your fingers clutch at his shoulders. behind you, you feel hands ghosting along your backâsofter, steadierâand when you glance over your shoulder, itâs jungwon whoâs there, his expression serious but his hands reverent as they slide up your blouse. âlet me take this off,â he murmurs, and the words are so gentle, so respectful, that you nod before he even finishes, letting your arms lift as he pulls the fabric over your head and exposes your bare skin to the cool air. you feel eyes on you immediatelyâheat radiating not just from niki beneath you, but from the way the rest of the boys have now seated themselves along the couch beside him, each of them watching intently as if hypnotized. jayâs jaw is tense but his gaze is soft, while sunghoon leans forward, arms resting on his knees like heâs holding himself back from moving toward you right then. heeseungâs eyes are dark and unreadable, but his hand has flexed into a fist on his thigh, and jakeâs already licking his bottom lip slowly, like heâs imagining what itâd taste like to kiss you again.
your breath shudders as niki mouths at your neck now, his teeth scraping lightly along your collarbone before his hands come around to slide up your spine, holding you closer, firmer against him. âfuck,â he mutters against your skin, almost like a prayer, âyouâre so goddamn perfect like this.â jungwonâs fingertips trail down your sides, caressing every inch like heâs cataloging you by touch alone, but he stays close, not wanting to take overâjust wanting to be near you, to feel your skin under his palms while niki devours your mouth again. thereâs a tension building in the room now, not the kind that burns quickly, but the kind that simmersâslow, aching, anticipatoryâas if each of them is waiting for their turn, watching carefully, memorizing the way your body moves and responds. and in the center of it all, you feel itâthe control, the attention, the heatâyour pulse hammering under your skin as you sit there on nikiâs lap with your blouse gone, your breath shared between kisses and the knowledge that this is only the beginning.
nikiâs hands slide under your skirt like theyâve been waiting their whole life to do it, his touch so warm and certain as his fingers trace the soft inside of your thigh. heâs teasing at first, ghosting over where you need him most, while his other hand anchors you to him with a possessive grip on your hip. behind you, jungwon presses closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear before lowering to your neck, kissing slow and tender as if to soothe the ache building inside of you. he starts to suck at the skin just below your jaw, soft at first, then deeper, like he wants to leave his mark thereâwants everyone else to see where heâs been. sunoo moves in next, his expression unreadable but his hands delicate as they help slide the remaining straps from your bra down your shoulders, careful with every touch. you feel him press a kiss just above your heart before his mouth finds your breast, sucking gently, then with growing intensity, his tongue swirling over your nipple until it hardens under his attention. your body arches against all of themânikiâs fingers edging closer, jungwonâs lips dragging fire down your skin, sunooâs mouth wrapped around youâand the sensation of it all has you moaning helplessly, the sound slipping out like a secret you canât contain. the others are still seated but watching, their eyes dark, their jaws tight, and every time you glance at one of themâheeseungâs lips parting slightly, jayâs brow twitching with restraint, sunghoonâs leg bouncing, jakeâs tongue dragging over his bottom lipâyou feel their words melt into your ears, murmured filth that makes your thighs tremble and your body cry out for more.
you feel like youâre floating, surrounded by heat and hands and mouths, and every time your eyes flutter open, youâre met with the dark, starved gazes of the others watching from the couch, eyes low, hands twitching, jaws clenched in restraint. they whisper to you from where they sit, each voice distinctâjakeâs low and velvety, heeseungâs rougher, jayâs dripping with praise, sunghoonâs smooth and tauntingâand their words wrap around you like a silk ribbon, reminding you who you belong to now.
you hear jakeâs voice first, quiet and close, a little cracked around the edges like heâs barely holding himself together. âlook at you, baby⊠so good for them already,â he murmurs, and your head turns weakly toward him, lips parted in a gasp as niki presses harder against your clothed clit. âiâll have you moaning louder than that soon. just wait.â jay chuckles lowly beside him, eyes dragging down your body like heâs committing every detail to memory. âour perfect little girl,â he hums, âso responsive. so fucking pretty when sheâs falling apart like this.â sunghoon leans forward slightly, his hand gripping the edge of the cushion like heâs resisting the urge to lunge. âcanât believe weâve all been holding back like this,â he mutters, âfuckâi need to hear her say my name.â you tilt your head back as another breathless moan slips from your lips, and heeseungâs gaze snaps to your face, his eyes dark and wide, throat working as he swallows hard. âjust like that, baby,â he encourages you, voice tight. âyou look so good like this, fuck, i canât wait to taste you again.â
niki finally slides the fabric aside, two fingers slipping between your folds, and the room fades around you for a secondâall you can feel is him, slowly curling up inside of you as his lips stay locked to yours. you moan so loudly into his mouth that even sunoo pauses, glancing up at your face with a blown-out look of awe. your walls clench around nikiâs fingers, your legs trembling, hips jerking forward as he strokes you from the inside like heâs trying to memorize every texture.
the contrast of cool air on your skin and their warm hands makes your spine arch and your lips part again, another moan slipping past as you instinctively roll your hips into nikiâs palm. sunooâs mouth is back on your breasts, hungrier now, his tongue flicking fast while his teeth graze softly over your skin and his hands hold you in place. jungwon trails open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone, whispering things you canât fully hearâsomething about how beautiful you are, how soft, how perfect this moment is. you canât respond, too lost in sensation, too wrapped up in the way all three of them are touching you at once while the others look on, voices overlapping like a filthy chorus of praise.
jake stands from the couch finally, unable to keep still, his hands running through his hair as he makes his way toward you, biting down on his lip to suppress a groan. he kneels next to niki, close enough for your thighs to brush his arm, and you canât help but reach for him, your fingers curling around the front of his shirt. he leans in, tilts your chin up, and kisses you like heâs been aching for itâslow, deep, greedy. he tastes like longing and devotion and a touch of desperation, like heâs afraid if he doesnât kiss you now, he might never get the chance again. heeseungâs next, walking around behind you with a look in his eyes thatâs equal parts reverence and hunger, fingers gently threading through your hair before leaning down to kiss the spot on your neck that jungwon had left behind. jay follows, his hand slipping around your side to hold your waist as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering a moment too long like heâs savoring your taste. sunghoon brushes his knuckles over your thigh, gaze focused and lips parted as he slowly drops to his knees, his head close to jakeâs, his breath ghosting over your skin. theyâre surrounding you nowâtouching, kissing, whispering, hungry.
you feel like the air has changedâthicker, sweeter, laced with something electric that crackles over your skin and makes you whimper as niki pumps his fingers deeper inside you. your head falls back again, your breath catching in your throat as sunoo takes your breast between his lips, tugging and sucking with more force as if he knows youâre getting close. âso fucking pretty,â he mutters, tongue flicking fast as you cry out. âyouâre gonna come just from this, huh?â jungwon kisses along your jawline, whispering praise so soft it makes your eyes flutter shut. âlet go, baby. youâre safe. weâve got you.â jakeâs hand slides up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as he watches every flicker of pleasure across your face. âyouâre everything, you know that?â he whispers. âour everything.â heeseungâs voice joins next, low and gritty near your ear, his arms around your waist as he steadies you. âweâll take care of you. all of us. just say the word.â
the words blend into touches, kisses, filthy promises spoken against your skin as your climax builds with every stroke, every kiss, every groan breathed against your throat. your body trembles, thighs clenching around nikiâs wrist, your nails digging into jakeâs shoulder as your hips stutter against his hand. theyâre all watching you nowâholding you, whispering to you, grounding youâas your orgasm hits like a wave, crashing through you so hard you cry out with no shame. niki groans with you, fucking you through it with his fingers, his eyes locked to your face like he never wants to forget how you look when you come. sunoo bites down gently on your breast before licking over it apologetically, while jungwon kisses your temple, arms sliding around you protectively. your body slumps slightly, chest heaving, but they donât move away. instead, they hold you tighterâpressing kisses to your skin, whispering how beautiful you looked, how good you did for them, how much more they still want to give you.
you step away from niki slowly, the heat of his presence still lingering behind you as you turn your attention to heeseung and jay. your fingers trail up their torsos, teasing along the hem of their shirts before you press both of them back toward the couch. they let you guide them with ease, their bodies already responding, hips twitching slightly as your palms drag over the firm outlines of their bulges. the soft, barely-there pressure has them exhaling in sharp, shaky breaths, and you can hear the hiss of surprise slip from heeseungâs lips when your thumbs press just a little harder against the straining fabric of his jeans.
"take these off..." you purr, voice low and syrupy as your gaze flickers up at them with heavy intent. they donât hesitate. in a few quick motions, denim and boxers are pushed down and kicked aside, their thick cocks springing freeâalready hard, the tips flushed and glistening with precum under the low, amber glow of the living room light. your mouth waters at the sight, and you waste no time wrapping a hand around each shaft, your fingers curling snug around their lengths, your thumbs brushing against the slick heads as you begin to stroke them slowly, teasingly.
your face inches forward, tongue flicking out to catch the drip that escapes jay first. heeseung watches with wide, desperate eyes as your lips wrap around the tip of jayâs cock, the wet heat of your mouth sinking down just enough to have him curse through clenched teeth. "oh fuck, princess..." heeseung groans, voice rough, chest rising as his hand twitches like he doesnât know whether to grip the couch or your hair. your left hand tightens around him in response, giving him a slow pump as you swirl your tongue over jayâs slit.
jayâs head falls back with a low groan, his mouth parted and slack as he tries to keep his composure. his fingers clench into fists at his sides, unsure of where to touch, how to ground himself, overwhelmed by the feel of your warm lips wrapped so sweetly around just his tip. his abs tense beneath his shirt, and when your gaze flicks up to catch the way he bites down on his bottom lip, the needy sound that escapes you makes both of them shudder in anticipation.
you pull back with a soft pop, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to jayâs swollen tip before breaking as you turn your head to face heeseung. the way he looks at youâeyes dark and hooded, jaw tight with restraintâmakes your core clench. heâs barely holding it together, hips twitching upward when you lean in and lick a slow, deliberate stripe up the underside of his cock. his head tilts back, an almost growl-like moan rumbling from his chest as you swirl your tongue around the head, collecting the salty beads of precum gathered there.
âfuck, babyâŠâ heeseung rasps, his voice wrecked, a hand reaching down to cradle your cheek for just a second before retreating, afraid to disrupt the rhythm of your mouth. you smile against his tip before sinking down a little further, your lips stretching around him while your hand continues pumping jay beside youâslow, steady strokes that make his thighs tense and his chest rise and fall like heâs on the edge. the dual sensation of having both of them twitching in your hands and mouth sends a rush of power through you, addictive and heady.
jay canât stop watching you, his eyes locked on the way your throat works around heeseung, the soft wet sounds of your mouth filling the room. âjesus christ,â he murmurs under his breath, hips shifting like he wants more, like heâs barely keeping himself from pushing into your grip. his hands finally rise, hovering awkwardly before settling on the edge of the couch, his fingers digging into the cushions for something to hold on to. you can feel how badly they both want to let goâhow close they are to losing themselves in the way you look between them, lips swollen and glistening, eyes fluttering closed with every slow bob of your head.
you switch again, pulling off heeseung with a slick gasp, your hand immediately stroking him as you turn your mouth back to jay. he lets out a breathless curse the moment your tongue touches him again, your lips wrapping around his flushed head while you squeeze the base with a teasing twist of your wrist. âfuckâkeep doing that,â jay breathes, his voice shaking, his eyes screwed shut as your mouth moves just a little deeper. you moan around him on purpose, the vibrations shooting through his shaft and making his hips buck slightly despite himself.
heeseung watches, completely wrecked by the sightâhis cock throbbing in your grip, your fingers gliding through the mess of precum smeared across his skin. âyouâre so fucking pretty like this,â he whispers, barely audible, as if the words were dragged from him without permission. his thumb brushes your jawline when you pause again, a sweet, messy breath leaving you as you look up through your lashes, spit shining your lips, your hands working both of them in tandem like itâs second nature.
âyou like that?â you ask softly, voice soaked in wicked innocence, your breath fanning over their cocks as you stroke them. âyou like watching me get messy just for you?â
they nod in syncâsilent, breathless, entirely at your mercy. and you smile, slow and sultry, before leaning in once more. this time, you donât choose between them. instead, you let your tongue flick from one tip to the other, teasing them both at once until their hips stutter and their mouths fall open in matching moans that echo off the walls of heeseungâs dimly lit apartment.
you giggle softly at the way they reactâso sensitive, so eager, so fucking close to unraveling just from your mouth and hands alone. their hips twitch toward you, needy and instinctual, and you donât deny them. instead, you lean in further, letting your tongue glide between their tips again before you wrap your lips around both heads at once, sucking softly, your cheeks hollowing just enough to make them both groan in unison. the sound is filthyâwet and warm and low and brokenâand it vibrates straight through your core, slick pooling between your thighs as you drink in every strained breath they let out.
âfuck, fuckâjust like that,â jay gasps, his voice barely a whisper, strained and breathless as his hand finally finds the back of your head. he doesnât push, doesnât gripâjust holds, trembling fingers threaded through your hair like he needs the anchor to keep from falling apart. your left hand continues to stroke heeseung, twisting just right as your lips slide between them again, alternating slow sucks and flicks of your tongue over their tips until precum coats your mouth, sticky and warm and addictive.
heeseungâs voice cracks when he speaks, desperate and low. âyouâre driving me insane,â he groans, eyes glazed as he watches you take turns between them, completely entranced by the sight of your lips wrapped around jayâs cock while your hand keeps his own throbbing, aching for more. he looks like heâs seconds from snappingâshoulders tense, abs flexing, mouth parted in stunned awe. âfuck, baby⊠i canâtâiâm gonna lose it if you keep doing that.â
you pull back just enough to breathe, lips swollen and glossy, spit and precum smeared across your chin as you look up at them with that innocent little smile that only makes it worse. âbut iâm not even halfway done with you,â you murmur, voice teasing and sweet, almost mocking with how calm you sound compared to their unraveling. âdonât tell me youâre already gonna come?â
jay curses under his breath, chest rising with a shaky inhale as you lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the head and then do the same to heeseung. both of them watch in complete silence, lips parted, eyes wide as your mouth moves between them like you were made for thisâmeant to tease them side by side, meant to be on your knees with their cocks in your hands, taking your time as if you werenât driving them both mad with every second that passed.
you press a kiss to heeseungâs tip and then another to jayâs, slow and wet, before you begin to stroke them harderâtighter, faster, your wrists moving in tandem with practiced rhythm as your mouth returns to suckle at the head of whichever one twitches first. their moans grow louder, more ragged, filling the apartment with breathless desperation and the lewd sound of your hands and mouth working them over.
âgonna come,â jay finally groans, his voice cracking as his fingers tighten in your hair, his hips twitching despite how hard heâs trying to stay still. âfuckâfuck, please donât stopâŠâ
you donât. you keep going, keep stroking, keep sucking, your mouth switching between them in messy, hungry little laps of attention, until both of them are right at the edgeâhips stuttering, thighs trembling, eyes rolling back as they lose themselves completely in the feeling of you using them like your personal toys. and youâre loving every second of it.
heeseungâs the first to lose it. his breath catches in his throat, sharp and ragged, as his cock twitches hard in your fist. âshitâfuck, iâm coming,â he grits out, hips jerking as the first thick spurt paints across your knuckles and wrist. you keep stroking him through it, slow and firm, watching every tremble of his abdomen, every flutter of his lashes as his head tips back against the couch, mouth parted in a silent moan. cum spills freely, dripping from your hand as you squeeze the last drops from him, the mess trailing down onto his thighs and soaking into the fabric beneath him.
you donât pauseânot for a second. the moment heeseung falls limp in your grip, youâre already sinking your mouth back onto jayâs cock, hungry and unrelenting. your hand is still pumping him, tight and fast, but now your lips wrap around his flushed head, your tongue circling the slit with desperate, greedy pressure. jay lets out a strangled sound, his thighs spreading wider as he gives in fully, no longer trying to hold back or hide how close he is. âoh my god, babyâfuckâi canât,â he chokes out, his hand gripping your shoulder as his whole body tenses beneath your touch.
he comes hard, his hips stuttering against your mouth, cock pulsing between your lips as warm, salty spurts coat your tongue. you hum softly as he spills, swallowing around him, letting his release flood your throat with a satisfied moan that only makes his grip on you tighten. you donât move, not until he finishes twitching, not until his chest deflates and his grip loosens and he slumps back into the couch like heâs been completely drained of breath and thought and sanity.
you finally pull back, slow and messy, a string of saliva and cum connecting your mouth to the softening tip of his cock before it snaps and drips down your chin. both of them are staring at youâfucked out, wide-eyed, wrecked. your cheeks are flushed, your lips swollen, your chest rising with shallow breaths as you wipe the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, your fingers still sticky from heeseungâs release.
you slowly rise to your feet, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, your hands moving to the hem of your skirt. it slips off easily, pooling around your ankles in a soft heap. your panties cling to your soaked cunt as you peel them down, the damp fabric sliding along your thighs before joining the skirt on the floor. your bare skin prickles in the cool air, arousal glistening between your legs, but before you can move any further, sunghoonâs hands are on you.
he pulls you down gently but firmly, laying you flat on the floor beneath him like youâre something fragile and precious, something he wants to worship. his palms glide down the curve of your back, the touch warm and slow and greedy. when they reach the swell of your ass, he squeezes onceâthen pulls back and delivers a soft, open-palmed smack. the recoil of your flesh has his eyes fluttering shut for a brief second, a low groan spilling from his lips like heâs trying not to fall apart too soon.
âfuck, youâre so fucking beautiful, princessâŠâ he murmurs, voice trembling with reverence as his eyes trail over every inch of your body. he leans back just enough to fist his cock in one hand, already hard and leaking, the tip flushed and angry. he strokes it lazily, precum spilling down the shaft as he brings it to your center, dragging the head slowly through your slick folds. the sound aloneâwet, sticky, obsceneâhas your breath hitching. his cock catches against your clit on each pass, and you canât stop the way your hips roll forward, needy and shameless.
your eyes drift past him, taking in the rest of the room. nikiâs still exactly where you left himâleaning back against the wall, one hand stroking himself in slow, tight motions as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. his lips are parted, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, his focus unblinking. beside him, sunoo sits with a flush high on his cheeks, gaze locked between your legs. his thighs are squeezed together, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth like heâs trying not to moan aloud.
just beyond them, jungwon sits close to jake, both of them eerily still. jungwonâs eyes are impossibly dark, the kind of stare that pins you in place, makes your pulse race with how intense it is. jake leans slightly forward, his elbows resting on his knees, tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he watches sunghoon line himself up. both of their hands rest in their laps, but you know it wonât stay that way for long. their hunger is palpableâthick in the air, swirling around you, coating your skin like a second layer.
youâre spread open beneath them, slick and aching, sunghoonâs cock sliding through your folds like it belongs there. and you can feel every pair of eyes on youâwatching, waiting, wanting.
sunghoon breathes out a shaky curse, his hand tightening around the base of his cock as he guides it to your entrance. he pauses just long enough to look at youâreally look at youâhis other hand resting on your hip like heâs steadying himself. the tip nudges against your soaked hole, parting you slowly, the stretch enough to make your thighs twitch, your back arching slightly off the floor in anticipation.
âjust like that,â he whispers, almost to himself, like heâs in a trance. and then he pushes in.
inch by inch, his cock sinks into you, the burn delicious, your walls fluttering and clenching down around him as you gasp beneath the weight of it. heâs thickâlongâand the slow, unhurried pace he sets feels agonizing in the best way. your pussy draws him in greedily, wet and welcoming, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing softly off the walls. he buries himself to the hilt with a deep groan, his fingers pressing hard into your hips as he holds himself there, just breathing, just feeling you wrapped around him.
you whimper softly, the stretch making your thighs tremble, your fingers curling against the floor as your walls pulse around his cock. sunghoon stays still for a beat, his head tipping forward, hair falling into his eyes as he exhales slowly like heâs trying not to fall apart too soon. âso fucking tight,â he murmurs, hips twitching as he begins to draw back, slow and steady, only to sink into you again with a little more force.
your eyes flutter open and shift toward the othersânikiâs hand is moving faster now, his gaze locked on the way sunghoonâs cock disappears inside you, the way your back arches and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. sunooâs legs are spread, fingers tracing along his own cock through his pants as he watches with wide, fascinated eyes. jakeâs leaned closer, jaw clenched tight, and jungwonâjungwonâs expression is unreadable, but his eyes havenât left your face for even a second.
sunghoon sets a slow, grinding pace, each thrust purposeful, deep, like heâs trying to reach parts of you untouched. your breath comes in soft, desperate gasps, your hands sliding up his arms, nails dragging lightly down the muscle as he fucks into you with smooth, rolling thrusts. the pleasure builds slow and thick, coiling deep in your belly as your body trembles beneath his, your walls fluttering with every deep drag of his cock.
âfeel so good around me,â sunghoon groans, one hand sliding under your thigh to hitch your leg higher, angling you just right to hit that spot that makes your breath catch and your head fall back. âyou were made for this. made for me.â
and the way you whimperâneedy and desperateâhas all the others inching forward, unable to help themselves.Â
sunghoonâs thrusts grow deeper, slower but heavier, grinding into you like he wants to leave an imprintâlike he wants you to feel him there long after he pulls out. your hands slide up his back, nails raking lightly over his skin as his forehead presses to yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips. his cock fills you so perfectly, the curve of it dragging against that sensitive spot inside you with every motion.
âlook at you,â he breathes, voice soft and fucked-out, like heâs marveling at you, completely lost in the way your pussy clenches around him. âtaking me so fucking well, baby⊠like you were made to be underneath me.â
you whimper in response, hips tilting to meet his rhythm, the friction building faster nowâdeeper. his thumb comes to press against your clit, slow circles drawing a gasp from your throat as your back arches. the pleasure crawls up your spine like fire, and he watches every twitch, every tremble, like heâs memorizing it.
behind him, you hear the shift of movement, the sound of someone rising from the couch, and you donât have to look to know itâs jake. his presence always lingers before he even speaksâa quiet heat that brushes over your skin. sunghoon notices too, his eyes flicking up just enough to catch jake standing over the two of you, his cock already out and in his hand, flushed and leaking, thick veins pulsing with anticipation.
âyou gonna help her out?â sunghoon murmurs without stopping his pace, his voice low and teasing as he looks up at jake. âsheâs being so good for me. think she deserves more.â
jake chuckles softly, stepping closer until heâs right by your head. âalways knew she could take both,â he says with a little grin, eyes flicking down to meet yours as his fingers brush your cheek. âyou want me too, baby?â
you donât even hesitateâyou nod, mouth falling open with a quiet, breathless âplease.â
thatâs all the encouragement jake needs. he drops to his knees beside you, cock in hand, and shifts just enough to guide the tip toward your lips. you open for him instinctively, tongue flicking out to taste him as sunghoon thrusts deeper into you from below. jake groans at the feeling, his head tipping back slightly as your mouth wraps around him, warm and wet and perfect.
âfuckâjust like that,â he breathes, one hand settling gently at the back of your head, not pushing, just holding, guiding. âyouâre so fucking pretty with your mouth full.â
your body is completely surroundedâsunghoon buried deep inside your dripping cunt, fucking you with smooth, rolling thrusts that make your thighs shake, and jake sliding into your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue. your moans are muffled, swallowed by jakeâs length, but they vibrate all the way through your body, making sunghoon groan as your pussy tightens around him.
âsheâs so fucking tight,â sunghoon grits out, sweat beading at his temple as he fucks into you harder now, faster, the slap of his hips echoing through the room. âand still greedy enough to suck you off at the same time. fuck, princess... you're unreal.â
jakeâs hand slides down your throat, feeling the way you swallow him with every slow bob of your head. his eyes darken as he watches the tears gather at the corners of your eyes, the stretch just enough to make your jaw acheâbut you donât stop. you donât want to.
jakeâs fingers curl at the base of your skull, holding you steady as his hips roll forward in gentle, shallow thrusts, easing his cock deeper onto your tongue with every pass. your throat tightens around him, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, but you moan anywayâlow and needyâbecause the pressure of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth only amplifies the way sunghoon is pounding into you from below.
âjesus, fuck,â jake groans, watching your lips stretch around him, your throat bulging just slightly with every slow thrust. âyou were fucking made for this. so filthy, baby.â
sunghoonâs pace grows rougher now, his rhythm less measured and more desperate, driven by the sight of you completely split open between them. his cock slams into you harder, his pelvis grinding against your clit on every thrust, making you whimper around jakeâs length. your hands are restless, fingers digging into sunghoonâs arms, your thighs trembling with the intensity of the pleasure ripping through you.
âsheâs shaking,â sunghoon hisses, his voice strained, sweat dripping from his jaw as he presses his forehead to your chest. âfuckâsheâs close.â
jake grins down at you, wiping away a trail of spit from your chin with his thumb before dragging it across your bottom lip. âyou gonna come with your mouth full, sweetheart?â he teases, thrusting just a little deeper, your eyes fluttering as you gag around him. âgonna let hoon fuck it out of you while i use this pretty mouth?â
you try to answer, but itâs all muffled, wet, messy sounds and eager moans around his cock. your walls clamp down on sunghoon so tight it nearly knocks the breath out of him, his hips slamming forward one final time as he groans your name like a prayer. his cock hits that sweet spot again, over and over, and you breakâloud and helpless, body spasming as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.
your moan is stifled by jakeâs cock, tears slipping from your eyes as your body goes rigid, cunt fluttering wildly around sunghoon as he fucks you through it. heâs growling now, a string of curses tumbling from his lips as he chases his own release, thrusting harder, deeper, until he canât hold it anymore.
âfuck, fuck, babyâiâm coming,â he grits, his hips jerking forward as he spills inside you, hot and deep, his cum painting your walls in thick, pulsing waves. he collapses above you, still buried to the hilt, panting into your neck as your body trembles beneath his.
jake doesnât let up. even as sunghoon comes down, he keeps thrusting gently into your mouth, watching the way your lashes flutter, the way your lips stay parted and willing despite how spent you are.
âyouâre doing so good for us,â he whispers, pulling back just enough to let you breathe before sliding back in with a slow grind. âso perfect, baby. think you can take a little more?â
and the look you give him, eyes glassy, mouth swollen, body wrecked but still hungryâtells him everything he needs to know.
jake groans low in his throat at the sight of youâyour lips red and glistening, spit and precum dripping down your chin, your thighs still twitching from the aftershocks of sunghoonâs release. you look ruined. ruined and so fucking willing. and he canât help but fuck into your mouth a little deeper, a little rougher, the warmth of your throat driving him insane.
âgod, you look so pretty like this,â he mutters, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as his cock slides past your lips again. âall fucked out⊠still letting me use your mouth like itâs mine.â
you moan in response, tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft as your hands reach for his thighs, trying to keep yourself steady. your lips seal around him tighter, your cheeks hollowing with each pass. heâs panting now, hips stuttering slightly as the heat in his stomach coils tight, ready to snap.
sunghoon slowly pulls out from between your legs, his cock softening, coated in both your slick and his cum. he leans back on his heels beside you, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand as he watches you work your mouth on jake. âfuck,â he says breathlessly, eyes trailing the mess between your thighs. âsheâs dripping all over the floor.â
âyeah?â jake chuckles darkly, his voice strained. âand sheâs about to be dripping down her throat too.â
you gag slightly as he pushes deeper, your throat flexing around him, and thatâs what finally tips him over the edge. his hips still, his cock buried deep in your mouth as he groans your name through gritted teeth, ropes of cum spilling down your throat in thick, hot waves. your eyes flutter shut as you swallow around him, greedily taking everything he gives you until heâs twitching and gasping above you.
âfuck, baby⊠just like that,â he whispers, pulling out slowly, watching a line of spit and cum stretch from your lips to his tip. âsuch a good fucking girl.â
you collapse back onto the floor, panting, throat sore, pussy aching, your body limp and glistening in the dim light. sunghoonâs hand finds your thigh again, stroking you gently, his fingers brushing over your soaked skin. jakeâs still kneeling beside your head, fingers combing through your damp hair, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
you barely have time to catch your breath before nikiâs fingers curl around your wrist, firm but careful as he helps pull you upright. his gaze is dark, unreadable, lips parted, chest rising with slow anticipation. youâre still trembling, sore and soaked, but when he tugs you gently toward him and settles down against the couch, spreading his legs wide and patting his thigh, you donât hesitate.
you climb into his lap facing away, your knees bracketing his hips as your back arches and your hands brace against his thighs. his cock twitches beneath you, thick and hard, already dripping precum as he drags the head through your folds. you moan at the contact, body still oversensitive, but the burn of anticipation has your hips pushing down anyway, your cunt stretching wide to take him in.
niki groans behind you, his head falling back against the couch as your pussy swallows him inch by inch. âfuck⊠always knew youâd ride me like this,â he mutters, his voice low and tight. âlook at that⊠fuckinâ perfect.â
you brace yourself as you sink fully onto his cock, the stretch making your thighs tremble, your walls clenching around him. heâs deeper like this, angled just right to hit that sweet spot with every shift of your hips. but before you can start moving, he wraps an arm around your waist and leans in to murmur against your shoulder.
âopen your mouth, baby,â he says, and when you glance forward, your breath catches, sunoo and jungwon are kneeling on the floor in front of you now, their cocks hard and flushed, already in their fists.
you donât even need to ask.
you lean forward, letting your hands find their hips for balance, and wrap your lips around sunooâs cock first, your tongue licking up the underside as your hips start to move, bouncing slowly on nikiâs cock. he moans beneath you, both hands gripping your ass as he helps you grind down on him, fucking you from below while your mouth works sunooâs length.
sunoo whimpers the moment your lips close around him, his hands hovering uselessly at his sides before he finally gives in and threads his fingers through your hair. âshitâsheâs so good,â he breathes, his cock twitching against your tongue as your head bobs in slow rhythm, matching the motion of your hips as you ride niki.
nikiâs cock drags perfectly along your walls, his thrusts pushing up into you each time you sink down. your ass bounces against his thighs, the sound loud and wet, skin slapping against skin as he fucks you harder, growling behind you every time your pussy squeezes around him.
you switch to jungwon next, licking a stripe up his shaft before wrapping your lips around the head, your moans vibrating through his cock as he lets out a low, broken groan. his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw as he guides himself deeper into your mouth.
âsheâs so fucking messy,â he mutters under his breath, his voice tight as his abs tense. âtaking all of us like she was meant for this.â
nikiâs pace quickens beneath you, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks up harder, cock slamming into you over and over while your mouth drools around jungwonâs length. your body is overstimulated, raw and aching, but the sight of the boys above youâsunoo with flushed cheeks and parted lips, jungwon with that focused, dark stareâonly drives you wilder.
youâre stuffed from every angle, lips stretched, cunt throbbing, your body reduced to nothing but pleasure, nothing but sensation.
sunooâs cock slips from your lips with a soft, wet pop, strings of saliva connecting you to his tip as you gasp for breath, eyes glassy and mouth swollen. but you donât stopâdonât even slow down. you let your head drop forward again, this time taking jungwon deeper, your lips wrapping around his shaft with eager hunger. his breath catches instantly, a strangled moan spilling from his throat as your tongue swirls around the head and you moan low, sending vibrations straight through him.
behind you, niki groans, his cock pulsing inside you as your pussy clamps down with every bounce. your ass smacks against his thighs, the rhythm loud and filthy, his hands spreading your cheeks wide to watch how wet you are, how you suck him in like you never want him to leave. âfuckâride me just like that, baby,â he growls, thrusting up harder to meet every drop of your hips. âyou feel so fucking good. so tight around me while youâve got your mouth full of him.â
your thighs are shaking, slick dripping down the backs of them, your body overwhelmed but insatiable, every nerve ending lit up with pleasure. jungwon curses above you, voice breathless and strained as his hand fists in your hair. he doesnât force youâjust guides, just watches, eyes fluttering each time your lips slide further down his shaft.
âsheâs choking on it,â he murmurs, almost in awe. âand still moving her hips like thatâŠâ
sunoo canât take it anymoreâhe leans in, fingers ghosting along your jaw as he brings the head of his cock to your cheek. âopen up for me again, baby,â he whispers, breath hitching. âwanna feel your tongue too.â
you tilt your head just enough to let him slide in beside jungwon, your lips stretching wide, spit pooling as you suck both of them, mouth working between their tips, switching back and forth. they both moan at the same timeâlow, desperate soundsâand itâs filthy, obscene, the sight of you spit-slicked and bouncing on nikiâs cock while your mouth is full of two others, making their legs tremble.
niki canât hold back anymoreâhe starts thrusting up harder, deeper, his grip on your hips bruising as he slams into you, cock dragging against your walls with each powerful snap. âfuck, iâm close,â he growls, watching your body ripple with every thrust, your back arched, head bobbing between sunoo and jungwonâs cocks. âyouâre gonna make me fucking lose it.â
your moans are wet and muffled, drool spilling from your lips as you take them both, every part of you shaking with the force of nikiâs thrusts. your walls squeeze around him like a vice, the angle hitting that perfect spot over and over, and before you can even warn him, your orgasm hits.
your body seizes, back arching, a choked cry escaping around their cocks as your pussy clenches hard around niki, milking him through your climax.
âfuckâfuckâiâm coming,â niki groans, hips jerking up one last time before he spills inside you, hot ropes of cum painting your insides, his body trembling beneath you.
your mouth doesnât stop. you keep sucking, switching from jungwon to sunoo, moaning through the aftershocks as you chase their pleasure next. their cocks throb in your mouth, and you know theyâre closeâso fucking closeâjust waiting for your final push to unravel completely.
jungwonâs hand tightens in your hair, not to control you but because heâs barely hanging on. his breath is shaky, chest rising fast, abs flexing each time your mouth sucks him back in with that wet, eager sound thatâs driven him crazy since the moment he first felt it. sunooâs no better, his hand sliding down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your spit-slicked skin like he canât believe how good you feel.
âbaby⊠please,â sunoo whimpers, his voice soft and desperate, like heâs begging for permission to let go. âfuckâjust like that, donât stop, donât stopââ
you donât. you bob your head faster, letting your tongue flick between both of their tips, your lips shiny and stretched, jaw aching as drool drips freely down your chin. their cocks bump together each time you move, the mess only turning them on more, and you feel both of them twitchâone in your mouth, the other pressed against your tongue, as they edge closer to release.
niki groans beneath you, still buried deep, his hands smoothing over your thighs now, coaxing gentle little rolls of your hips as you ride out the last of your orgasm. heâs sensitiveâoverstimulatedâbut he wonât move. wonât pull out. just watches, eyes locked on the way your body takes everything so willingly.
âtheyâre gonna come,â he murmurs behind you, voice low and hoarse with pride. âand youâre gonna let them. arenât you, baby?â
you moan around jungwonâs cock in response, the sound vibrating through him, making his entire body shudder. his other hand finds your face, guiding you to take moreâjust a little moreâuntil your lips reach the base and your nose brushes his skin.
âfuckâfuck iâm gonnaââ jungwon chokes out, hips stuttering. he pulls back just in time, cock slipping from your mouth as thick, hot ropes of cum paint your tongue, your lips, your chin. he groans low, fucking into his fist as the last spurts drip onto your chest, his eyes half-lidded, ruined.
before you can swallow, sunooâs already taking his place, his cock sliding back past your lips with a desperate thrust. âme too, babyâme too,â he gasps, and then heâs spilling into your mouth, cum hitting your tongue fast and heavy, his hips twitching as he moans your name through clenched teeth.
you stay there, perfectly still, your mouth full, your chest rising with shallow breaths, cum dripping from your lips and chin as you slowly swallow around sunooâs softening cock. his hand strokes your hair gently now, thumbing away the mess from your cheeks, his face flushed and dazed.
you finally pull back, panting, lips puffy, every inch of your skin glistening with sweat and spit and cum. niki kisses your spine softly from behind, still seated deep inside you, his hands resting on your hips like he canât bear to let you go just yet.
sunoo and jungwon stare at you like youâre divineâmouth still parted, body trembling, hair messy and eyes glazed with the kind of satisfaction that only comes after being thoroughly, completely fucked.
your body finally slumps forward, the adrenaline fading into something slow and heavy, every muscle limp, every nerve buzzing. your thighs tremble with the lingering aftershocks, chest heaving, lips swollen and still tasting them. you're so thoroughly used, so blissfully spent, but not once do you feel empty because the moment your body starts to give, theyâre all there.
niki wraps both arms around your waist from behind, gently pulling you off his softening cock, kissing along your spine as he lays you down across the couch like youâre made of glass. his palms run over your sides, grounding and slow. âyou did so good, baby,â he whispers, brushing your damp hair away from your face. âso fucking perfect.â
sunoo is already at your side with a warm towel, carefully wiping away the mess from your cheeks and chest, taking his time like itâs an act of worship. âyou didnât even hesitate,â he murmurs, his voice soft with awe. âyou took care of us⊠weâre so lucky to have you.â
jungwon kneels beside the couch, reaching up to intertwine his fingers with yours. his thumb strokes across your knuckles slowly, his gaze warm and tender. âyou okay?â he asks gently. âneed water? something sweet?â
you nod faintly, lips parting, but before you even speak, jake is already returning with a water bottle and a hoodie. âhere,â he says, helping you sit up just enough to sip. âyou were amazing, baby. really.â
sunghoonâs on the other side now, tucking the hoodie over your head carefully, letting it drape over your bare skin. âyouâre so good to us,â he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. âthe way you handled all of us⊠fuck. iâve never seen anything like it.â
heeseung settles at your feet, rubbing slow circles into your calf with his thumb, watching the way your lashes flutter as you start to come back to yourself. âyouâre our angel,â he says softly. âand weâll take care of you, always.â
you feel a kiss on your cheek. another on your shoulder. fingers brushing through your hair. your body might be aching, worn thin in the most delicious way but your heart is full. loved. cherished. safe.
they donât rush you. they donât pull away. they stay close, hands soft, touches gentle, every movement wrapped in care.
and as you curl into the warmth of their arms, a lazy smile on your lips, the last thing you hear before sleep begins to tug at your edges is a chorus of murmured praiseâsweet, soft, and meant only for you.
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warningsá°.á unprotected sex, grinding, praise kink, teasing, hand cuffs, etc.
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the thoughts from yesterday still cling to jungwonâs mind like static, every glance, every breath, every tremble between you two etched into the quiet spaces of his morning. it was his first time doing anything like thatâso exposed, so far outside of the lines heâs used to coloring withinâand he knows now, without a doubt, that choosing you made it unforgettable. the way you handled him with such ease, soft-spoken and sweet, every word dipped in warmth like he mattered beyond the camera, beyond the performance. your touch still lingers on his skin, ghostlike and reverent, the kind that made him feel treasured, not just desired, and thatâs a feeling he hasnât been able to let go of since. he understands now, finally, why the others orbit you the way they doâhow you carry yourself when the red light flicks on, how your voice turns velvet, how even the smallest gesture becomes a promise of something deeper. youâre intoxicating in a way that doesnât just settle in his body but digs into his heart, and he finds himself wanting moreânot just of your touch, but of your time, your gaze, your attention. but buried beneath that hunger is a sinking weight, a fear that heâs already too late, that the place heâs hoping for is already taken by the ones who got to you first. the situation is messy, tangled with unspoken feelings and quiet rivalries, and jungwon knows that if the others find out about what happened with you, things will only get worseâbut god, if risking that means he gets to feel you again, heâs more than willing to take the fall.
he rubs at his eyes as he sits up slowly, the blanket slipping down his bare chest as the soft light of morning creeps in through the blinds, bathing the room in quiet gold. it still feels like you're on his skin, like your hands had left heat behind that even the cool air couldnât take away, and for a second, jungwon just sits there, breathing it in, letting the weight of everything settle into his chest. his fingers brush over the curve of his throat, remembering how your lips felt there, how your voice dipped low with praise as if he deserved every bit of it, and it makes something twist deep in his stomach. it wasnât just the way you kissed him or the way you touched himâit was how you looked at him, like he was more than a one-night clip, like he was something worth coming back to, and thatâs what fucks him up the most. he should feel proud, maybe even smug, but instead all he feels is the dull ache of knowing what it means to want something he might never get again. thereâs too much at stake, too many names wrapped around yours already, and as badly as he wants to keep you to himself, he knows the rest are circling like moths to a flame. when he finally drags himself out of bed and shuffles into the kitchen, he finds ni-ki already thereâhair tousled, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, lazily chewing on a granola bar as he scrolls through his phone. ni-ki looks up with a raised brow, mouth curving around the edge of a question before he even speaks. âso?â he asks simply, voice low, amused. âhowâd it go?â
jungwon hesitates for only a second before the words pour out, thick with everything he didnât say last night. âit was⊠unreal,â he says quietly, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and leaning against the counter like his knees might give out otherwise. âi didnât expect it to be like thatâlike she knew exactly what i needed without even asking, like she could feel how nervous i was and just⊠made it disappear.â his voice softens, faraway, lost in the memory. âshe kissed me like she meant it. touched me like i mattered. like i wasnât just another collab but someone she wanted to understand.â ni-ki stays quiet, eyes fixed, listening, the flicker of surprise hidden behind his usual calm. jungwon lets out a breath, fingers tightening around the bottle. âit wasnât just good, ni-ki. it was⊠i donât know. it felt important.â he doesn't say your name, doesnât need to. because even without saying it, both of them know exactly who he's talking aboutâand exactly how deep heâs in.
jungwonâs eyes linger on ni-ki for a beat too long, uncertainty clinging to his ribs like something thick and heavy, and for a moment, he debates whether to say anything at all. but the words push out of him anyway, quiet and shaky, his voice betraying the way his stomach twists. âa-are you going to go for it?â he asks, barely above a whisper, his gaze flickering away as soon as it lands, like heâs scared of the answer. thereâs a pause, a weighted silence that stretches between them, and when ni-ki finally responds, itâs without hesitation. âwell, yes,â he says plainly, the words falling flat but firm, his posture shifting as he pushes off the counter and stands up fully. his eyes find jungwonâs again, darker this time, unreadable. âiâm going to be here,â he adds, and his voice carries something final, something that leaves no room for question. jungwonâs breath hitches in his chest. âso donât be here at six.â the words land hard, and jungwon nods, but something in his chest pulls taut like a wire ready to snap.
the moment jungwon disappears down the hallway, ni-ki stays frozen for a second, thumb hovering over the edge of his phone like heâs weighing something. he already knew what he was going to do, the second jungwon hesitatedâthat hesitation was all the confirmation he needed. so he pulls out his phone, opens the app, and types the username slowly, deliberately, like tasting each letter. @babydollxo. itâs not new to himâbut seeing it for himself feels different now. your page loads, and he pauses. not just because of the preview clips, not because of the way the lighting kisses the curves of your body or the soft cadence of your voice in the introâbut because you donât look like youâre trying. itâs just⊠effortless. and thatâs what hooks him.
he opens the message tab, watches the cursor blink for a second, then types slowly, deliberately.
@nikiuncensored: youâve had them all watching. let me be the one you watch.
itâs simple, but it cuts. smooth, suggestive, a reversal of roles he knows will stand out. and he doesnât wait for a replyâhe just walks over to the couch, sets his phone down on the coffee table, and leans back into the couch with a calm expression, and lets the weight of the message speak for itself. because ni-kiâs not here to chase.
heâs here to be chosen.
â
you sit curled up on the couch, a half-eaten bowl of cereal in your lap, the morning sun casting thin golden stripes across the rug through the blinds. nari sits cross-legged at the other end, hair twisted in a loose bun, her eyes trained on your face like sheâs trying to read your thoughts before you speak them aloud. âso,â she says carefully, not looking away, âhave you decided whoâs next?â you swallow, slow and tight, then nod once. âi think so. thereâs this page i found this morningâi donât know how i missed it before.â your voice is barely above a whisper as you slide your phone over and let her take a look. her brows lift almost immediately, eyes widening just a little before a grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. â@nikiuncensored? damn. if this is your last one, you better make it count.â
you let out a shaky laugh, but it doesnât quite reach your chest. your fingers toy with the fraying hem of your shorts as nari sets the phone back down, her expression softening as she leans closer. âyouâve gotten so much support with this y/n, are you sure youâre really gonna stop after this?â she asks, voice quiet, like she doesnât want to push too hard. you nod again, slower this time, eyes dropping to the screen lighting up with a faint reflection of the both of you. âi need to,â you murmur. âitâs getting too heavy.â nari doesnât pressâjust watches you for a beat longer before whispering, âhow do you feel about them?â at the sound of their names, something tugs deep in your chest, but you push it down with a forced shrug. âi donât wanna talk about it.â
the silence that follows is thick with everything unsaid, the kind of quiet that fills your lungs with something that isnât air. nari doesnât fight you on it, just nods once, respectful of the way your fingers clench a little tighter in your lap, the way your gaze stays locked on the light slipping across the floor. you exhale slowly, a heavy weight pressing behind your ribs as you lean your head back and stare at the ceiling. your thoughts drift toward the new page againâhis preview clips still burned into your mind, the rawness of them, the restraint. there was something about the way he looked into the lens, like he wasnât just performing, like he meant it. it made your stomach twist, your chest flutter, and for once, you wanted to be the one watching him unravel. just as youâre about to say something to nari, your phone buzzes softly beside you, and when you glance at the screen, your heart skips.
a new message. from @nikiuncensored.
â-
nikiâs always been the type to leave an impression without tryingâhe doesnât need to speak loudly or dress a certain way; itâs just something in the way he moves, like he knows exactly who he is. but tonight, that confidence is sharpened into something more intentional. youâve already been with the othersâheeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo and even jungwonâand though no one said it out loud, he can feel the quiet pressure in their lingering glances and sudden silences when your name is mentioned. niki doesnât want to just follow in their footstepsâhe wants to stand out. to leave a mark. his room is spotless now, every sock, hoodie, and tangled charger tucked out of sight. the cameraâs positioned carefully in the corner of his room, angled just enough to catch everything without feeling invasive, the lighting adjusted to cast soft shadows against the sheets. itâs not just preparationâitâs anticipation.
after sending the message, niki had spent more time than heâd like to admit watching your videosâpausing, rewinding, studying. thereâs a rhythm to the way you move, the way you let your fingers skim your skin, how your lips part when the pleasure builds, even though your face never appears. thatâs what gets him most. you keep that part of yourself hidden, a mystery tucked behind sultry moans and trembling whimpers, and it makes him wonder what youâd look like falling apart in person. his throat tightens at the thought, a nervous breath catching behind his teeth as he smooths a hand over his black shirt for the third time. it terrifies him, how willing he is to let someone heâs never even seen in person into this part of himself, how badly he wants to impress you. the clock blinks 5:55pm in pale green light, and every second after feels slower, heavier. his palms are slightly clammy as he paces once, twice, through the living room before freezing at the sound. the doorbell ringsâsharp, clearâand his breath catches, chest rising like something electric is about to begin.
you hear the muffled shuffle of movement before the door opens, the soft creak of hinges followed by the unmistakable scent of something clean and faintly masculineâlinen sheets and faint cologne. he stands in the doorway, a little taller than you remember from his videos, dressed in a fitted black tee and gray sweatpants, one hand still clutching the edge of the doorframe like he needed a moment to steady himself. his lips part to say something, but the words donât come right awayâjust a soft breath, like heâs seeing something he didnât expect, and your throat tightens slightly at the intensity of his stare. âyouâre⊠really here,â he says, like the words are meant more for himself than for you.
you step inside slowly, your gaze sweeping across the open living room as you take in the spaceâwarm-toned lighting glowing faintly above, soft music playing low from a speaker tucked into the corner, and the faintest scent of something citrusy lingering in the air like heâd lit a candle just minutes before. ni-ki stands a few feet away, watching you with a look you canât quite name yetâitâs not nervous, not confident either, just⊠waiting. you shift on your feet, suddenly aware of the silence between you two, but itâs broken when he clears his throat gently and gestures toward the couch. âyou can sit if you want,â he says, voice quieter than you expected, not shy but calmâmeasured. you nod and make your way over, fingers brushing along the soft fabric of the cushions before settling into the seat, and he follows soon after, sitting at a careful distance but not too far, like heâs still deciding how close heâs allowed to be. âi wasnât sure what to expect,â he admits, eyes flickering toward you before glancing away again, and itâs almost charming how he doesnât try to hide the slight flush on his cheeks. âbut iâm glad you came.â you smile softly, the tension loosening just a little in your chest, and when you look at him again, his lips part as if he wants to say moreâbut nothing comes out. itâs not awkward though; itâs electric in a quiet kind of way, like a spark waiting for you to decide if it should catch fire.
"what are some boundaries i should know before we begin?" ni-ki asks, voice low and velvet-smooth, like heâs testing how far his curiosity can stretch without crossing a line. you shift slightly on the couch, your knee brushing his for a second too long, and when you meet his gaze, itâs already waitingâbold, unwavering, and intense in a way that steals the breath right from your lungs. he studies you like a painting with a secret tucked in the brushstrokes, his head tilted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if heâs both intrigued and impressed. the living room is quiet except for the dull hum of the air conditioning, and yet the silence feels thick, stretched tight between you two like a pulled thread. ni-ki's fingers rest against the seam of his sweats, tapping idly, but you catch the flicker in his eyes when they drag slowly down the length of your body and back up again, taking his time like heâs cataloging everything. "iâm fine with a lot of things," you murmur, keeping your voice even despite the flush rising up your neck, "just want to keep my face either off-angle or blurredâsomething discreet, as always." your hands sit neatly folded in your lap, but inside, your heart beats uneven, thudding against your ribs with each second he holds your stare. he nods like he understands, but then leans in a little, his voice dropping a few octaves as a sly smile ghosts across his lips. "so you're fine with handcuffs?" he asks, one brow arched, his tone equal parts teasing and serious, like heâs daring you to surprise him.
you blink, pulse stuttering at the suggestion, though you donât let it show on your face. thereâs something about the way he says itâso casual, yet chargedâthat makes your thighs tense, a slow heat building in the pit of your stomach. âdepends,â you reply, tone light but your eyes holding his, refusing to let him have the upper hand so easily. âare you any good with them?â the question slips out before you can second guess it, and you swear you catch the way his breath falters, just slightly, like he wasnât expecting you to volley back. ni-kiâs smirk deepens, eyes narrowing as he exhales a soft chuckle under his breath, head tilting again as he watches you with a flicker of newfound interest. âguess weâll have to find out,â he murmurs, voice like warm honey, and for a moment, itâs impossible to tell if heâs playing around or making a promise. the air thickens again, heavy with anticipation, and when his knee nudges yours this time, it lingers there deliberately, grounding the moment. "anything else i should know?" he asks, not breaking eye contact, voice softer nowâalmost reverentâas if he already knows this is going to be different from anything heâs done before.
he doesn't say anything at first, just lets his gaze drag slowly down your face, then lingers at your lips like heâs weighing the danger of kissing you too soon. his hand shifts behind you, fingers brushing the couch cushion just inches from your back, and thereâs a stillness in his posture that says heâs holding himself backâbut only barely. âyou make it hard not to break the rules,â he finally murmurs, voice low and just the slightest bit breathless, like the thought of touching you is starting to override his usual calm. you meet his eyes, your breath catching as you feel his hand finally graze the edge of your shoulder, featherlight but enough to ground the moment into something real, something dangerous. âthen break one,â you whisper, eyes never leaving his, watching the way his pupils darken with something that looks a lot like surrender. and it happens in a blinkâthe space between you disappears as he leans in, lips brushing yours in a slow, testing kiss, his mouth so warm and sweet you nearly forget how to breathe. but it doesnât stay gentle for long; he deepens the kiss like heâs been craving it, his hand sliding to your waist as he pulls you closer into his lap, the soft fabric of his sweats bunching under your thighs as your body melts against his. he groans into the kiss, a low, almost embarrassed sound that slips from his throat when your hips shift and press down just slightly, just enough for him to feel the way youâre already starting to want him too.
 âif we werenât about to film,â he continues, letting his thumb brush against your palm, âiâd spend the whole night just looking at you like this.â the compliment catches you off guard, but it sinks into your skin like warmth, makes you shift slightly in your seat, thighs clenching. âyou could still look,â you whisper, barely meaning to say it out loud, and his smirk deepens like heâs won something. he lets go of your hand only to rest his palm on your knee, fingers spreading slowly as he leans in againâcloser nowâuntil his breath fans across your lips and you can feel how badly he wants to kiss you.
you donât hesitateâjust lean in, letting your lips press softly against his, the kiss unfolding with an aching slowness that makes your chest tighten. niki stiffens for only a second before melting into it, his mouth parting beneath yours as his hands move instinctively, one settling on your hip and the other curling around the back of your neck. his breath catches in his throat when you start to move, slow drags of your hips against the bulge growing beneath his sweats, and you can feel every twitch and shift as he tries to keep himself from bucking up too fast. âyouâreâfuck, youâre driving me insane,â he whispers against your lips, the words broken by a moan as your hands slide into his hair and tug gently. your tongue slips against his, coaxing him into something hotter, messier, and he groans deep in his chest like itâs the only thing keeping him tethered. you kiss your way down to his jaw, to the sensitive spot beneath his ear, and the way he shudders makes pride curl in your stomach. âif this is what youâre like before the cameraâs even on,â he pants, his voice barely steady, âi donât think iâll survive the actual shoot.â
his hands grip your hips tighter, guiding the motion of your grind now, and every drag of your core over his lap pulls another shaky breath from him, his eyes glazed as they flicker open to watch you. you pull back just enough to look at him, lips swollen, breath short, your fingers resting on the collar of his shirt as you tilt your head slightly. âwe havenât even started yet,â you murmur, your voice low and teasing, and his brows pinch like heâs both desperate for more and terrified of how quickly heâs unraveling. he leans forward to kiss you again, this time rougher, more frantic, and the way he moves beneath youâhips stuttering, thighs tensingâtells you heâs closer than he wants to admit. your hands trail down between you, palming him over the fabric of his sweats just once, and the broken moan he lets out has you clenching around nothing, the heat between you threatening to boil over. âshitâdonât,â he whines, his hands grabbing at your wrists even as he keeps kissing you, the kind of kiss that says heâs drowning and doesnât want to be saved. his lips pull away only long enough to whisper, voice cracking with need, âyouâre gonna make me cum like this.â
he pulls away from your mouth slowly, breath hot and uneven against your cheek, and you catch the faint tremble in his hands as they linger at your waist. âcome with me,â he murmurs, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper as he presses a final kiss to the corner of your lips. you feel the tension radiating off him like a current as he guides you up gently, his fingers intertwined with yours as he leads you down the short hallway. the apartment is quiet except for the sound of your footsteps on the floor, and when he pushes open his bedroom door, youâre hit with the faint scent of cologne and fresh linen. everything inside is carefully arrangedâthe camera already set on its tripod, soft lighting casting a warm glow over the room, the bed made with black sheets that contrast sharply with the pale wood floor. he closes the door behind you slowly, turning to look at you with something caught between awe and hunger, his lips parted like heâs still reeling from how easily you almost got him to come undone in the living room.Â
his eyes search yours for any hesitation, any flicker of doubt, but when all he sees is heat and trust staring back at him, he leans in and kisses you slowâlike a promise, like a warning. his hand reaches into the drawer beside the bed, fingers curling around the soft velvet cuffs he had tucked away earlier, and you feel your breath hitch as he pulls them out and lifts your wrist. âtell me if you want me to stop,â he says softly, securing cuff around your wrist, kissing the inside of it before fastening them to the headboard. your arms stretch just enough above you that you feel restrained but not uncomfortable, and the thrill of being held like thisâopen, waiting, watchedâsettles warm between your legs. niki stands up at the foot of the bed, gaze sweeping down your body like heâs seeing a dream in real time, and then slowly, he starts with himself, peeling off his shirt inch by inch to reveal the toned lines of his chest and a tattoo that sits perfectly by his ribs. âyouâre not allowed to look away,â he says with a sly smile, running one hand through his hair while the other dips to undo the laces from his sweats, the soft action making your stomach tighten. âi want your eyes on me the whole time, baby,â he adds, voice darkening slightly as he shoves his sweats down and kicks them away, standing there in front of you in nothing but black briefs and confidence. he slips a hand beneath the waistband, fingers curling slowly as his head tips back, a soft groan falling from his lipsâand you watch, wide-eyed and breathless, as he touches himself, the sight alone enough to leave your thighs pressing together in desperation.
niki doesnât take his eyes off you, not even for a second, as his hand works slow and deliberate around the base of his cock, the motion steady but far from merciful. you can see how hard he is already, tip flushed a deep red and glistening, veins prominent beneath the skin as he strokes up and twists his wrist just slightly at the head. âyou really donât get it, do you?â he mutters, breath hitching as he drags his palm over his slit, collecting the mess there and spreading it down in one slick motion. âthis is exactly what i wanted⊠you, just like this. tied down, watching me, begging without even saying a word.â your breath catches at the accusation, throat tightening as your legs shift restlessly against the sheets, already so wet you can feel it soaking into the fabric beneath you. he notices instantly, his eyes flicking downward, mouth twitching into a grin like heâs proud of how undone you already are. âyouâre dripping,â he teases, voice thick with amusement, your panties fully wet as your skirt rides up your thighs, âand i havenât even touched you yet. what would the others say if they knew how easy you are for me?â
he steps closer to the bed, just enough for you to see the slight tension in his thighs, the way heâs trying to keep his composure while putting on this show for you. his pace falters for just a second when your tongue darts out to wet your lips, your eyes dragging down his body like you could devour him whole. âfuck,â he groans softly, squeezing his cock at the base and angling it toward you as if to taunt you more, letting it hover just close enough for you to feel the heat of him. âi bet youâd take it so well,â he murmurs, almost to himself, his tone softer now but no less intense. âi could shove it all the way down your throat and you wouldnât even gag, huh?â the way he speaks makes your cheeks burn, but you donât dare look awayâif anything, you stare harder, lips parted and breath shallow, silently begging for him to snap. âdonât worry, baby,â he says with a tilt of his head, stroking himself faster now, precum spilling down over his knuckles, âweâre just getting started.â
his eyes darken the longer he watches youâtied down, panting, writhing, all because he hasnât even touched you yet. âyou like this too much,â he whispers, fisting himself faster now, his other hand braced against the headboard just beside your shoulder. âno oneâs ever had you like this, have they?â his voice is low, teasing, but thereâs a possessive edge to it that makes your stomach tighten. your wrists flex against the cuffs as your thighs press together, desperate for relief, but niki only chuckles at your struggle and leans in closer, breath warm against your cheek. âyouâre gonna be so fucking ruined for anyone else,â he says, words curling like smoke around your ear as he jerks himself harder, the slick sounds of it echoing in the quiet room. his head tips back slightly as he groans, the muscles in his stomach twitching with effort, his jaw clenched and lips parted. âlook at me,â he demands suddenly, and when your eyes snap back to his, theyâre glassy and helpless, just how he wants them.
âyouâre so pretty like this,â he murmurs, breath shaking as he edges closer, the tip of his cock nearly brushing your lips before he pulls back at the last second. âbut i want to see your face when i finish,â he says, licking his lips as he pumps himself faster, rougher now, like heâs finally starting to lose the battle with his own control. âgonna let me make a mess of you, baby? gonna wear it for me like the good girl you are?â you nod as best as you can, back arching slightly with need, your thighs trembling from the tension coiling there with nowhere to go. âmmâfuck, just like that⊠keep watching,â he grits out, his pace ruthless now, spit-slick and dirty as his fingers twist at the head, his cock leaking and flushed deep pink. the moment stretches impossibly long, his body jerking with each stroke as he stares at you like youâre the most intoxicating thing heâs ever seen. âgonna give it to you,â he groans, his voice breaking around the edges, âyou better fucking take it.â
he climbs onto the bed just enough to hover over you, knees sinking into the mattress as his hips jerk forward one final timeâand then heâs cumming, spilling across your lips and cheek and chin in thick, hot ropes that land messily across your skin. a strangled moan breaks from his throat as he watches it drip down your mouth, your lashes fluttering as you try to hold still beneath the weight of it all. âgod,â he breathes, his hand slowing on his cock as the last few spurts spill out, his chest rising and falling with shallow, erratic breaths. âfuck, look at you.â his thumb drags along your jaw, collecting a bit of the mess he left there and swiping it across your lower lip, eyes locked on the way your mouth parts from the contact. âprettiest thing iâve ever seen,â he whispers, almost reverent, like he canât believe this is real. your cheeks burn as your eyes flutter up to meet his, his expression so soft now that it nearly breaks you.
his breathing is still unsteady, chest rising and falling as he gazes down at youâlips messy, cheeks streaked, wrists bound above your head. you look absolutely ruined, and yet somehow still insatiable, still aching, your hips shifting in small desperate rolls like youâre begging without words. âyouâve been good,â he murmurs, dragging his thumb along your jaw, tilting your head gently toward him. âso, so good for me.â his voice is softer now but still heavy with intent, eyes flickering down your body like heâs already plotting every way to make you come undone again. you donât even try to answerâyouâre too far gone, too worked up to form anything coherent. your thighs press together with a whimper, and that alone makes him smirk, makes him trail his fingers down your bare body until he reaches your knees.
he spreads them apart slowly, deliberately, ignoring the way your legs shake at the motion. âdonât close them,â he mutters, eyes flashing up at you with warning, though thereâs a hint of affection in his tone that makes your chest flutter. he settles between your legs like heâs done it a thousand times, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you open as his mouth lowers to your core after discarding your skirt and wet underwear. the first lick is slow, just the flat of his tongue dragging up your slitâand your whole body arches, a broken gasp slipping past your lips. âfuck, youâre soaked,â he groans against you, tongue flicking gently at your clit before retreating again. âyou liked watching me that much?â you nod helplessly, wrists pulling against the cuffs with each pulse of pleasure that jolts through you.
he doesnât tease you longânot this time. maybe itâs because youâve been good. maybe itâs because heâs wanted to taste you since the second you walked through his door. his mouth dives back in, hungrier this time, tongue swirling slow circles around your clit before flattening again, sucking with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed. you sob his name, legs shaking as he grips your thighs tighter, holding you in place while he devours you like a man starved. âthatâs it,â he whispers, voice hoarse between licks. âgive it to me, baby. i want it.â your hips jerk upward, and he groans low at the desperation, at the way youâre already so close for him.
he dips lower, licking through your folds before fucking his tongue into you, slow and deep, letting you ride the rhythm of his mouth while your head falls back into the sheets. the cuffs bite slightly into your wrists as you pull against them, needing to grab something, anything, but thereâs only the overwhelming heat of his tongue and the maddening flicks of pressure against your clit. âplease, nikiââ you choke, voice high and pleading, but he only hums against you, the vibration making your vision spark. his tongue circles tighter, faster, lips dragging against your swollen clit as your legs start to tremble beneath his hold. youâre closeâso close your whole body tightens, the orgasm coiling low in your stomach like itâs waiting to detonate.
he knows. he doesnât stop, doesnât slow, even when youâre sobbing his name and gasping for air, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from how overwhelming it feels. âcum for me,â he growls, voice wrecked as his mouth stays locked on you. âwant to feel you fall apart on my tongue.â your body obeys before your mind can catch up, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as the orgasm crashes over you in a wave so intense your vision goes white. your wrists go limp in the cuffs, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he licks you through every pulse, dragging out your high until youâre whimpering from the overstimulation.
he finally pulls back, lips glossy with your release, panting slightly as he looks up at you. the sight alone makes you moan againâhis swollen mouth, those dark eyes, the mess of hair that falls over his forehead. âso fucking good for me,â he breathes, crawling back up your body and kissing the edge of your jaw, then your cheek, then your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. âyou taste unreal, baby. could live between your thighs.â your breath stutters, heart pounding so loud it echoes in your ears as he reaches up to slowly undo the cuffs.
your wrists fall slack against the sheets as the metal cuffs unclip, the slight sting of release making your arms ache in the best way. before you can even move, nikiâs hands are already on your waist, flipping you over effortlessly, the mattress dipping under his weight as he presses his chest to your back. âgonna make you take it now,â he growls low in your ear, voice rough and heavy with want, fingers trailing up your spine before tangling in your hair and gently tugging your head back. âno restraints, no distractionsâjust me inside you.â your breath catches as he pushes your thighs apart with his knees, lining himself up behind you with a sharp inhale. you feel the blunt head of his cock drag between your folds, teasing your entrance, making your entire body twitch with anticipation. âso ready for me already,â he mutters, his voice pure sin, and with one slow, steady thrust, he slides all the way inâdeep and thick and stretching you perfectly.
your moan breaks open the room, raw and needy, your hands fisting in the sheets as he bottoms out and holds himself there, letting you feel every inch. he leans over you, one hand gripping your hip tight enough to bruise while the other slides under your stomach to lift you just enough so he can angle even deeper. âfuck,â he groans, dragging his hips back before slamming forward, the sound of skin against skin echoing as you gasp for breath beneath him. âyou feel unreal,â he says through clenched teeth, hips snapping forward again with more force, more hunger, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure straight through your core. your nails dig into the mattress, legs trembling as he sets a punishing pace, like heâs been holding this in for far too long. âthis what you wanted, huh?â he pants, voice laced with heat. âto be ruined like this?â
you canât answerâyour mind is a haze of sensation, overwhelmed by how deep he hits, by the stretch, the rhythm, the way your body already clenches around him so tight heâs groaning into your shoulder. his hand slips up to wrap around your throat from behind, not tight, just there, grounding you as he fucks into you with everything he has. âlook at you,â he murmurs, breath hot against your ear. âtaking it so well, letting me fuck you like youâre mine.â your body arches back into him, the angle making your legs shake violently, and he growls at the way you moan his name, wrecked and shameless. every thrust makes the bed creak, makes your skin burn, makes the tension in your stomach coil tighter and tighter like a fuse about to snap.
he leans in more, hand sliding down between your thighs to rub your clit in tight, fast circles, making your cries sharper, needier, as your hips jerk into his every motion. âyou close?â he rasps, his voice breaking slightly as your walls squeeze him so tight he nearly folds. âgonna cum all over my cock?â you nod frantically, tears in your eyes from how good it feels, from how hard itâs building again. âdo it,â he commands, voice hoarse. âcum for meâright fucking now.â and you doâyour vision whites out as your second orgasm crashes over you like fire, your whole body shaking as you clamp around him, pulsing and soaking him, crying out his name like itâs the only thing you know.
he curses loudly, grip on your hips tightening as he slams into you one last time and spills deep inside, hot and heavy, his moan low and guttural against your ear. his hips jerk with every wave of pleasure until he finally stills, chest pressed to your back, both of you breathless and trembling. âfuck,â he exhales, hand sliding up your side, slow and soothing now. âyouâre⊠addictive.â your body sinks into the sheets, skin flushed and still sensitive, your heart pounding in your throat as he slips out of you carefully and collapses beside you. he doesnât say anything at firstâjust pulls you close, one hand brushing your hair back while the other strokes gently along your thigh.
you donât realize how sore your limbs are until your body fully relaxes into the mattress, every nerve ending buzzing as the comedown washes over you like a slow, sticky tide. your breath is still uneven, your chest rising and falling as your body tries to catch up, and nikiâstill warm beside youâmoves instantly, like your smallest shift is a silent call. âhey, baby,â he whispers, voice gentler now, the edge completely gone, replaced with something soft and glowing. his hand smooths down your back, fingertips barely grazing your skin, so careful it makes your throat tighten. âyou did so good for me, angel⊠so, so good,â he murmurs, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face, already having a damp drag to clean you up as he turns you gently onto your side to face him. his eyes are big and kind now, full of quiet concern as he searches your face. âwas i too much?â he asks, thumb stroking under your eye. you shake your head slowly, lips parting to speak, but he kisses your forehead before you can, just holding you like he doesnât want to let go.
he sits up just enough to reach for the blanket at the foot of the bed, pulling it up over your shoulders, tucking it around you with such delicate care that it makes your chest ache. âmy sweet girl,â he breathes against your skin, pressing a kiss to your temple, then another one to your cheek. âyouâre everything,â he says, almost too softly to hear, like the words are meant more for him than for you. his hand cradles your jaw, thumb ghosting over your lips, and he watches you with that same wonder in his eyes that he walked in withâlike he still canât believe youâre real. âyou alright?â he asks again, and when you nod, he finally lets his eyes drop, resting his forehead against yours. the silence between you feels sacred now, the kind that doesnât need filling. your fingers find his chest, right over his heart, and his arm comes around you in an instant, pulling you flush to his body, like youâre something precious heâs scared to lose.
you feel his lips on your shoulder, soft and lingering, and he whispers into your skin, âyouâre mine for the night, yeah?â itâs playful but carries that thread of something heavier, something unspoken. âmy pretty thing,â he adds, lips brushing against your collarbone, âso perfect for me, all the time.â you hum softly, eyelids fluttering closed as his warmth envelops you, his thumb rubbing lazy circles into the small of your back. he shifts again, just slightly, to lay flat on his back, pulling you with him until your head rests on his chest, the steady beat of his heart thumping beneath your ear. his hand drifts up and down your spine, the motion lulling, hypnotic, as you melt deeper into the safety of his arms. âdonât go just yet,â he whispers, his words melting into the quiet like a promise. âwanna keep you like this⊠wanna take care of you.â
âyou were so good for me,â he whispers again, the words grazing your skin as his fingers trace lazy patterns along your spine. âso fucking good, angel⊠i donât think iâll ever get over it.â his voice is heavy with something deeper than lust now, something more vulnerable, like heâs still trying to understand what just happened between you. your body stays curled against his for a moment longer, cheek pressed to his chest, heart still thudding from the aftershocks. he keeps praising you, murmuring sweet, reverent thingsâhow perfect you were, how beautiful you looked cuffed to his bed, how good you tasted, how lucky he feels. his fingers stroke your hair, and for a moment, it feels like time has slowed down, caught in the lull between pleasure and reality. ânobodyâs ever made me feel like that,â he says, barely audible. ânobody but you.â
the creak of the front door is faint, distantâbarely thereâbut enough to flick his gaze up toward his bedroom door. he doesnât move, doesnât say anything, assuming itâs just jungwon returning early or forgetting something, but the moment shifts. he feels it before he sees itâthe way your breath catches, the way your body pulls ever so slightly away from him. his arms stay around you for a heartbeat longer, hesitant, like maybe youâll settle back into him, but you donât. instead, you begin to slip from his hold, soft and slow, reaching for your clothing at the foot of the bed. âwhere are you going?â he asks, voice low, thick with confusion and something close to panic, even though he tries to hide it. your back is turned, fingers clumsy as you tug the fabric into place, and it makes something twist in his chest. âheyâŠâ he sits up slightly, the blanket falling from his shoulders, eyes scanning you with something fragile behind them.
you donât answer right awayâjust focus on smoothing the hem of your skirt, swallowing down whatever tangled feeling is tightening in your throat. he watches you like heâs afraid to speak too loud, like one wrong word might break whatever thread is holding you here. âyou donât have to go,â he says softly, reaching out to brush your wrist, but his hand falls away when you flinch, just barely. his brows pull together, concern etched across his face as he shifts to the edge of the bed. âdid i do something wrong?â the question lands heavy in the air between you, sincere and wounded. you shake your head, eyes still not meeting his, voice caught somewhere deep in your chest. âno⊠you were perfect,â you whisper, and itâs the truthâbut it doesnât make this any easier. âi just⊠i need a minute.â
you donât even realize youâre holding your breath until the door clicks shut behind you. the cool air from the hallway brushes against your skin as you step into the dim light of the living room, arms wrapped around yourself like a shield. your pulse is still racing, chest tight, head swimming from the whiplash of pleasure and confusion. you donât know what youâre looking forâair, clarity, escapeâbut you donât get far before you hear nikiâs soft footsteps behind you. âwaitâplease,â he says gently, voice not demanding, but laced with concern, the same kind he wore in bed when he held your face and kissed you like you were breakable. you turn halfway, but before either of you can speak, a shuffle of movement catches your attention in the far corner of the room. your eyes liftâand freeze. six familiar faces stare back at you.
heeseung is standing near the kitchen island, brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted as if heâd just started to speak but forgot what he was going to say. jay leans forward in the arm of the couch, confusion hardening the lines of his jaw, while jake stands behind him, arms crossed but expression unreadable. sunghoonâs gaze is sharp, flicking from your face to nikiâs like heâs trying to piece together something unspoken. sunooâs lips part in shock, his posture rigid, and jungwon⊠jungwonâs eyes stay on you longer than the rest, wide and searching, like heâs seeing a ghost. no one says anything at firstânot even you. your throat tightens again as you scan the room, heart thudding like a drumbeat too loud in your ears, the weight of seven gazes pressing down on your skin.
nikiâs hand touches your lower back instinctively, but even he looks stunned, like he hadnât expected them to be here. âi⊠didnât know anyone else was home,â he mumbles under his breath, but itâs too late. the silence is suffocating, thick with implications none of you are ready to voice. you open your mouth to speak, to explain something, anythingâbut you donât even know what youâd say. and before you can form a single word, jay finally breaks the silence. âwhat the fuckâŠâ he asks quietly, not angry⊠but something close. you swallow hard, lips parting, but nothing comes outâbecause you donât know either. not what to say, not how to feel, not what this moment even means.Â
you blink, trying to form words, trying to make sense of what youâre seeingâof how theyâre all here. you had known something was off, sure, but not this. not like this. you glance at jungwon again, his expression softer than the rest, but thereâs something guarded in it now too. niki says nothing, just stands there, unreadable as ever. your hands tremble at your sides, the reality crashing into you like a tidal wave. they know. they all know. and whatâs worseâyou didnât. âyou all⊠know each other?â you manage to ask, voice barely above a whisper, and no one answers.
your throat tightens. your feet move before your mind catches up. you push past them, and out the front door. the door clicks behind you, a final exhale, and the cold air outside slaps you in the face like a wake-up call. for a second, you just stand there, stunned, arms wrapped around yourself as your heart spirals. you were supposed to be in control. this was supposed to be just content. just fun. but youâre not sure anymoreânot with how heavy your chest feels, how badly your eyes sting, how every one of their faces is etched into your memory. you didnât plan on catching feelings.
and now, you donât know who youâre walking away from because youâre not just tangled in something complicated.Â
youâre the thread thatâs pulling everything apart and theyâre not going to let you go so easily.
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