https://www.tumblr.com/hnsgr/800023163825176576/omg-hear-me-out-this-once-pls-jake-missing-yn
can you write a continuation of this one except it’s in person and instead of directly fucking y/n in person, she instructs them what to do as she watches. She makes them ask each other for help to jerk each other off, first her bf Jake has to do it to hee and then hee to Jake. (am I making sense here help😭). She rewards them with her tits when they jerk each other off again, and then they get to fuck her cunt and makes them take turns fucking her pussy but ONLY after they’ve done twice in each others hands.
You’re already perched on the edge of the bed when they walk in.
The room is dimly lit— You’re leaning back on your hands, shoulders relaxed, spine slightly arched so the thin black silk of your sleep gown pulls tight across your chest.
The fabric is delicate, almost sheer where it clings to the curve of your breasts; the hem barely skims the tops of your thighs, riding up just enough to tease the shadow between them.
Jake stops dead in the doorway.
Heeseung bumps into his back, then freezes too.
You tilt your head, lips curving into the smallest, softest smile.
“I’ve missed you so much, Jakey,” you say first, voice low and warm, eyes locked on your boyfriend.
“Baby,” he breathes against your mouth, voice already wrecked. “Fuck, I missed you.”
It’s hungry—lips crashing, tongue sliding in immediately like he’s been starving for it.
Jake’s lips swollen from the kiss, eyes heavy with want, one hand resting possessively high on your thigh.
Heeseung is still standing a couple feet away, frozen mid-step, sweatpants tented obscenely, hands clenched at his sides like he doesn’t trust himself to move.
You tilt your head toward him, voice suddenly softer—almost sweet, almost innocent—like you’re confessing something shy instead of sitting there half-naked and dripping.
“I missed you too, Heeseung…” you say quietly, blinking up at him with those big eyes. “Like… a lot.”
Then you bite your lip, cheeks going just a little pink.
Heeseung makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
His eyes are huge—shocked, pupils blown so wide the black almost.
His mouth parts but nothing comes out at first.
He just stares at you: at the way the silk is barely covering anything anymore, at the obvious wet spot darkening the lace between your legs, at how calm and sweet your face looks thinking about how they ruining a pocket pussy molded from your cunt.
He looks like his brain has short-circuited.
Your eyes drift lazily across the room, landing on the nightstand where the pocket pussy toy sits—still out in the open, shamelessly abandoned from last night.
The silicone is visibly stretched and shiny, streaked with dried lube and cum, the entrance puffy and reddened like it’s been worked over relentlessly.
It looks well-used. Thoroughly wrecked.
A slow, teasing smile curls your lips.
You tilt your head toward it, then back at Jake, voice light and playful, dripping with mock innocence.
“Wow, Jakey… look at that poor thing.” You nod toward the toy. “It looks like it’s been through hell. Did you really go that hard on my little double?”
The second he sees what you’re looking at, his ears turn pink.
He reaches up automatically, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand—the classic guilty tell—while the other stays resting high on your thigh, thumb still stroking absently like he can’t stop touching you.
“Yeah…” he admits, voice low and a little sheepish, a half-embarrassed laugh slipping out. “Me and Hee hyung… we kinda went crazy on it.”
“Wait…” Your voice comes out softer than before, almost disbelieving. You look straight at Heeseung.
“You actually used it too, Hee?Like… both of you together? Inside it at the same time?”
Heeseung’s face flames instantly. He can’t even meet your eyes for a full second—his lashes drop, throat working hard, but he doesn’t deny it. Just gives the tiniest, almost imperceptible nod.
Your breath catches. Loud enough that both of them hear it.
And then your lips part on a slow, stunned exhale.
“…That’s actually really fucking hot.”
The words slip out before you can stop them—quiet, honest, a little awed.
Your thighs press together involuntarily, the damp lace between them suddenly feeling too tight, too much.
Heeseung’s head snaps up. His eyes meet yours—shocked, searching, like he’s waiting for the punchline or the disgust that never comes.
You smile, slow and filthy. “I mean it. Picturing you—quiet, controlled Heeseung—losing it so bad you’re sharing a toy molded from my pussy with your bandmate? Both of you groaning, sliding against each other inside it, coming together while you moan my name?”
You shift forward just enough for the silk to slip further, one nipple peeking out completely. “Yeah. That’s insanely hot.”
Jake lets out a rough laugh beside you, already half-hard again just from watching your reaction. He leans in, lips brushing your shoulder.
“Baby…” His hand slides down, palming himself through his sweats, then reaches over and does the same to Heeseung—casual, bold, cupping the thick outline in Heeseung’s pants and giving one slow squeeze. Heeseung jolts, a choked sound slipping out.
Jake keeps talking, voice low and wrecked. “Real thing’s better though. Way better. That toy’s tight, yeah, but it’s nothing compared to you. Nothing feels like your pussy—hot, wet, squeezing like it’s trying to keep us inside forever.”
He gives Heeseung another lazy stroke through the fabric. “Right, hyung?”
Heeseung’s breathing is ragged now. He nods once, jerky. “Yeah… fuck yeah.”
You bite your lip, eyes flicking between them, then back to the toy.
A wicked little idea lights up your face.
You tilt your head, voice dropping into that sweet-teasing register that always makes them weak.
“So… what if I watched?” you ask, almost innocently.
“Right now. You two use it again. Just like last night. Let me see exactly how you fucked my little double when I wasn’t here.”
Heeseung freezes. His eyes go wide—startled, embarrassed, cheeks burning even darker. “Y-you want to… watch us?”
Jake, on the other hand, grins immediately.
He already knows you too well.
He gives Heeseung’s cock one last firm squeeze before letting go and standing up.
“Fuck yes she does,” Jake says, already hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. “And I’m not saying no to that.”
He shoves his pants and boxers down in one go—cock springing free, flushed dark and leaking at the tip from how worked up he already is.
He kicks the clothes aside and reaches for the toy without hesitation.
Heeseung hesitates a second longer—eyes darting to you, then to Jake, then back to you—like he’s still processing that you actually want this.
That you’re turned on by it.
But when you spread your thighs a little wider and let one hand trail down to trace lazy circles over your soaked lace, he breaks.
Fingers shaking slightly, he pushes his sweats and boxers down, stepping out of them.
His cock slaps up against his abs—thicker than Jake’s, veins standing out, already dripping.
You let out a soft, appreciative hum.
Jake grabs the toy, slicks it quickly with more lube from the bottle on the nightstand—making sure it’s nice and messy—then holds it between them.
They step closer together.
Jake angles the toy first—presses the blunt head of his cock against the entrance, then guides Heeseung’s right beside it.
The silicone stretches immediately, lewdly , hugging both heads as they push in together.
The second they sink in—halfway, then deeper—both of them groan, long and low, heads tipping back in the exact same way.
“Fuck,” Jake hisses. “Still so fucking tight.”
Heeseung’s voice cracks. “God—yeah.”
They bottom out together, hips flush, cocks rubbing hard against each other inside the warm, gripping silicone.
Their abs flex in unison as they start to move—slow at first, testing, then harder, finding a rhythm that makes the toy squelch lewdly with every thrust.
Your hand slips between your legs, pressing against your clit through the lace as you watch them—watch the way their thighs tremble, the way pre-cum leaks out around the stretched entrance, the way their moans start to sync up again, breathy and desperate.
A low, involuntary “fuck” slips from your lips—quiet, reverent, turned on beyond words.
You smirk, eyes glassy, voice thick.
“Look at you two… ruining my toy all over again. So pretty when you’re this desperate for me.”
They keep going—faster now, chasing it—while you lean back on one hand, the other still rubbing slow circles over your clit, watching every filthy second like it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
Jake’s hips snap forward first—sharper, more insistent—setting a rhythm that forces Heeseung to match him or get left behind.
The toy squelches louder now, wet and lewd, the stretched silicone making filthy sucking sounds every time they pull back and slam in together.
Lube and pre-cum start leaking out around the edges, dripping down their knuckles where their hands grip the base to keep it steady between them.
The noises coming out of them get louder too. No more bitten-back groans.
Jake lets out a rough, open-mouthed “fuck—fuck—” on every other thrust, voice cracking higher at the end like he can’t control the pitch anymore.
“Shit—Jake—too much—” Heeseung’s voice trembles, cracking on the last word.
His head tips back, throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows down another whine.
You sit there on the edge of the bed, legs spread, one hand still lazily circling your clit through the soaked lace, the other braced behind you.
Your eyes are glued to them—watching the way their thighs flex and shake, the way their cocks disappear into the toy together, the way their faces twist in identical pleasure-pain.
You can’t help the low, filthy laugh that bubbles up.
“God, listen to you two,” you murmur, voice thick with arousal. “Already so noisy. Can’t even pretend to be quiet when you’re fucking my little double, huh?”
Jake’s eyes snap to you—pupils blown, cheeks flushed dark.
He tries to speak but it comes out as a choked moan instead when Heeseung thrusts harder, forcing both of them deeper.
You tilt your head, smirking.
“Look at Heeseung’s face, Jakey. He’s trying so hard to stay composed… but every time you move, he makes that pretty little whimper. You hear that? That’s the sound he makes when he’s about to lose it.”
Heeseung’s moan turns into something embarrassingly close to a whine at your words.
His hips stutter, cock pulsing hard inside the toy.
You lean forward a little, letting the silk gown slip completely off one shoulder so your breast spills free.
“And you, Hee…” Your voice drops, teasing, sweet.
“You’re so loud tonight. Last night you were probably biting your lip trying to be quiet, right? But now that I’m watching… you can’t help it. You want me to hear how good it feels to share my pussy—even if it’s fake.”
Heeseung’s eyes flutter shut for a second. “Y/n—fuck—don’t—”
“Don’t what?” you coo, fingers pressing harder against your clit now, hips rocking subtly. “Don’t tell you how hot it is that you’re moaning like a slut while your cock rubs against Jake’s inside my toy? Don’t tell you how wet it’s making me?”
You watch them for a few more seconds—hips snapping, moans spilling louder and messier, the toy squelching with every brutal thrust—until the heat in your own core feels unbearable.
Your voice cuts through the room like a whip, soft but firm.
Both of them freeze mid-thrust.
Jake’s hips stutter to a halt first; Heeseung’s follow a heartbeat later.
They’re panting hard, chests heaving, cocks still buried deep in the stretched silicone, flushed dark and leaking.
Their eyes snap to you—wide, glassy, desperate.
“Take it out,” you say calmly. “Slowly.”
They obey—Jake pulls back first with a low groan, then Heeseung, the toy making a wet, lewd pop as both cocks slip free.
They’re glistening with lube and pre-cum, veins throbbing, tips flushed angry red.
The toy is left dripping on the nightstand again, ruined.
You tilt your head toward Jake, voice sweet but commanding.
“Jakey… jerk Heeseung off with your hand. Nice and slow at first. Make him feel it.”
He shifts closer on his knees, wraps his fingers around Heeseung’s thick length—still slick from the toy—and gives one long, deliberate stroke from base to tip.
Heeseung’s whole body jerks like he’s been shocked.
A high, broken “ah—” spills out of him instantly.
His hips push forward on instinct, chasing the fist, shallow little thrusts that make Jake’s hand slide easier.
“Fuck—Jake—” Heeseung’s voice cracks, already whiny, already wrecked. His hands fist the sheets beside him, knuckles white.
Jake smirks, eyes flicking to you for approval before he speeds up just a fraction—twisting at the head the way he knows drives Heeseung insane.
Heeseung’s moans pitch higher, turning into these needy, breathy whimpers that fill the room.
You lean forward, resting your chin in your hand like you’re watching the most entertaining show.
“Look at you, Hee,” you murmur, voice dripping with teasing affection. “Already going crazy just from Jake’s hand. You’re pushing your hips like you can’t help it… so desperate.”
Heeseung’s head tips back, throat exposed, a long whine tearing out of him.
“Y/n—please—” His voice is so whiny now, high and trembling, nothing like his usual calm tone. “Feels—fuck—feels too good—”
You hum, pleased. “Yeah? You like when Jakey touches you like that? When he strokes you all slow and tight while I watch?”
Heeseung nods frantically, hips bucking into Jake’s fist again—small, helpless thrusts. “Yes—shit—yes, I like it—please don’t stop—”
Jake chuckles low, thumb swiping over the slit on every upstroke, smearing pre-cum down the shaft.
“He’s leaking so much, baby,” Jake tells you, voice rough. “Look how hard he is for us.”
You bite your lip, eyes locked on Heeseung’s face—flushed dark, brows pinched, mouth open in a constant stream of whiny moans and pleas.
“Poor Hee,” you coo, reaching out to trace one fingertip lightly down his chest, over a hard nipple.
He shudders violently at the touch. “You’re whining so pretty for me. Begging already and we’ve barely started.”
Heeseung’s hips jerk harder into Jake’s hand. “Y/n—please—need—need to come—please—”
“Not yet,” you say softly, almost gently. “Jake, slow down. Edge him a little. I want to hear more of those sweet little sounds.”
Jake obeys instantly—his strokes turn torturously slow, loose enough to tease but tight enough to keep Heeseung right on the edge.
Heeseung lets out a long, frustrated whine, hips twitching uselessly, chasing the friction.
“Fuck—Jake—y/n—” His voice breaks again, whiny and wrecked. “Please—please let me—can’t—can’t take it—”
You smile, slow and wicked, leaning closer so your breath ghosts over his ear.
“You can take it, baby,” you whisper. “You’re doing so good for us. Keep whining like that… it’s making me so wet.”
Heeseung’s whole body trembles. Another high, desperate whimper spills out, and his hips push weakly into Jake’s fist again.
Suddenly you lean forward, voice sharp and commanding.
Jake’s hand freezes instantly, fingers still wrapped loosely around Heeseung’s throbbing length.
Heeseung lets out a broken, frustrated whimper—his hips jerk forward once more into the now-motionless fist, chasing friction that isn’t there anymore.
“Fuck—wait—” Heeseung gasps, voice high and shaky. “Please—don’t stop—”
But Jake obeys you without question. He lets go completely, hand falling away, leaving Heeseung’s cock bobbing untouched in the air, leaking steadily onto the sheets.
Heeseung’s whine turns almost pathetic, hips twitching uselessly.
You smile—slow, wicked, eyes locked on Heeseung’s flushed, desperate face.
“Now it’s your turn, Hee.”
You tilt your head toward Jake, who’s kneeling there breathing hard, cock flushed dark and dripping, veins standing out from how long he’s been edged by the toy and the sight of everythig.
“Jerk Jake off,” you say, voice sweet but unyielding. “Same way he did to you. Slow at first… make him feel every second. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Heeseung blinks, still dazed and panting, but the command registers. His eyes flick to Jake—then back to you—then to Jake again.
Waves of red creeps up his neck, but he doesn’t hesitate long. He shifts closer on his knees, reaches out with a slightly trembling hand, and wraps his fingers around Jake’s length.
Jake hisses through his teeth the second Heeseung touches him—hips jerking forward instinctively.
Heeseung starts slow, just like you ordered. Long, deliberate strokes from base to tip, thumb circling the slick head on every upstroke. Jake’s abs clench hard, a low groan rumbling out of him immediately.
Heeseung’s breathing is still ragged, voice still a little whiny from his own denied orgasm, but there’s something gentle in the way he handles Jake now—like he’s savoring it.
You lean back on your hands again, legs spread wide, lace completely soaked and clinging to your folds
“That’s it, Hee,” you murmur, voice low and teasing.
“Look how pretty Jakey looks when you touch him. See how his hips are already pushing into your hand? Just like you were doing a minute ago.”
Jake lets out a rough laugh that breaks into a moan when Heeseung twists his wrist just right
“Shit—yeah—feels good, hyung—”
Heeseung’s eyes are glassy, flicking between Jake’s face and where his hand is working him. His own cock is still painfully hard, untouched, twitching every time Jake moans.
You bite your lip, watching the way Heeseung’s strokes get a little bolder, a little faster—still controlled, but hungry.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” you tell him, voice dripping with praise. “Making Jake feel so nice… you love it, don’t you? Getting to touch him like this while I watch. Getting to hear him moan for you.”
Heeseung’s breath hitches. He nods—small, jerky—voice coming out whiny again, soft and wrecked.
“Yeah… fuck—love it… he feels so good in my hand…”
Jake’s head tips back, a string of curses falling from his lips as Heeseung speeds up just a fraction.
“Y/n—baby—he’s—fuck—he’s gonna make me come if he keeps—”
“Not yet,” you say quickly, sharp. “Heeseung, slow down again. Edge him. I want to see Jake whine too.”
Heeseung obeys instantly—his strokes turn torturously slow, loose enough to tease, thumb barely grazing the slit. Jake’s hips buck forward desperately, chasing the touch.
“Hyung—please—” Jake’s voice cracks now, turning high and needy. “Don’t—fuck—don’t tease—”
Heeseung lets out a soft, shaky laugh—still whiny himself—eyes flicking to you for approval.
You smile, pleased, fingers slipping under the lace to circle your clit again.
“Good boy,” you tell Heeseung. “Keep going. Make him beg like you were begging.”
Heeseung’s hand keeps moving—slow, deliberate, torturous—while Jake’s moans turn into these broken, pleading little sounds that match Heeseung’s earlier desperation perfectly.
The room fills with their combined breathing, their whiny pleas, the wet slick of skin on skin.
Jake’s hips twitch forward into Heeseung’s slow fist, his voice cracking on a desperate moan.
“Stop, Hee,” you cut in sharply.
Heeseung’s hand freezes mid-stroke. Jake lets out a broken whine, cock throbbing untouched in the air, leaking steadily.
You slide off the edge of the bed and drop to your knees between them, silk pooling around your thighs.
Without a word you hook your fingers into the top of your lingerie and drag it down, freeing your breasts completely—nipples already hard, flushed, begging.
Both boys stare, breathing ragged. Their hands fly to their own cocks on instinct, pumping fast and sloppy while they watch you.
You lean in, cupping your tits and slowly pressing them together, sliding their leaking tips right into the soft, warm valley between them.
They groan in unison—low, wrecked.
Jake’s head tips back. “Fuck… baby, your tits—better than anything—”
You smirk, squeezing your breasts tighter around them, letting them thrust shallowly into the slick heat.
“Good boys,” you murmur. “Keep going. Come all over them for me.”
You stare up at them from your knees, eyes wide and dark, lips parted as you watch every twitch of their faces, every desperate pump of their fists.
Jake’s breath hitches. “Fuck, baby—don’t stare at us like that,” he groans, voice wrecked, hips stuttering. “You’re gonna make me lose it—”
Heeseung can’t even speak. He’s completely lost—eyes glassy, mouth slack, soft whiny moans spilling out as his hand flies over his cock. He’s staring right back at you like you’re the only thing in the world.
Jake comes first with a choked “Baby—fuck—” thick ropes spilling hot across your tits.
“O-oh shit— Y/n,” Heeseung follows right after, a long, broken whimper tearing from his throat as he unloads too, painting your chest in messy, warm streaks.
You don’t move—just let them cover you, let the heat drip down your skin while you keep looking up at them with that same hungry, teasing gaze.
Jake exhales hard, chest heaving. “He’s not done yet,” he rasps, voice dark.
In one rough motion he hooks his hands under your arms, hauls you up off the floor like you weigh nothing, and tosses you back onto the bed.
You bounce once—gown rucked up around your waist, tits still glistening with their cum—before he’s on you.
He spreads your thighs with his knee, lines up, and slides in deep in one hard thrust. You’re already soaked, walls fluttering around him instantly.
“Fuck—yes—” you gasp, back arching.
Jake snaps his hips forward again, burying himself deep with a rough groan, your walls clenching tight around him. You’re already soaked, slick sounds filling the room every time he bottoms out.
“Fuck—your real pussy,” he pants, voice gravel-rough, “so much better than that toy. Tight, wet, sucking me in like you need it—shit, baby—”
He pounds harder, relentless, making the bed creak. Your moans spill out loud and broken, high-pitched every time he hits that spot.
Heeseung’s kneeling right beside your head, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking fast while he watches Jake ruin you. His breathing is shaky, eyes dark and glassy.
You turn your face toward him, lips parted, voice wrecked between gasps.
“Come here—Hee—want your cock in my mouth—”
Heeseung moans instantly—low, desperate—and shifts closer.
His free hand cups your cheek so gently, thumb brushing your lower lip as he guides himself past your lips.
You take him in eagerly, tongue swirling, sucking hard while Jake keeps slamming into you from behind.
“Fuck—y/n—” Heeseung whimpers, fingers trembling as they thread softly into your hair, holding your face like you’re fragile even as his hips twitch forward. “So good—your mouth—ah—”
Jake laughs breathlessly, pace never slowing. “Look at him, baby—falling apart just from your tongue while I fuck you stupid.”
You moan around Heeseung’s length, the vibration making him whine and buck shallowly, both of them completely lost in you.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he hisses through clenched teeth, voice low and ragged right against your ear. “Every second—couldn’t stop thinking about this tight little pussy—fuck—”
The words break into a groan as your walls flutter around him, sucking him in harder. You’re already a complete mess—whiny, high-pitched moans spilling out nonstop, every thrust punching the air out of your lungs.
“Jake—oh god—please—harder—” Your voice cracks, pathetic and needy, hands scrabbling at the sheets, then at his back, nails leaving red lines.
Tears prick the corners of your eyes from how full he feels, how deep he’s hitting.
He growls low in his throat, hips snapping faster—relentless, punishing. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with your broken cries and his rough breathing.
“Gonna—fuck—gonna come, baby—” he warns, voice strained, hips stuttering. “Right inside you—take it—”
One last brutal thrust and he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing hard as he spills deep, hot and thick, flooding you.
His whole body shakes, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a choked “Y/n—shit—”
Heeseung’s voice comes out soft, almost shy, barely above a whisper.
You turn your face toward him, eyes half-lidded, lips curling into a lazy, satisfied smirk. You give the faintest nod—slow, teasing, permission wrapped in that hazy.
Jake chuckles low against your neck, already pulling out with a wet sound that makes you whimper. “Go on, hyung. She’s waiting.”
They switch—Jake slides to the side, kneeling where Heeseung was, while Heeseung moves behind you. His hands are careful at first, gentle, sliding up your hips as he lines himself up.
Then he pushes in—slow at first, then deeper in one smooth glide.
“Fuck—so tight,” Heeseung groans, voice cracking on the last word. His hips stutter when your walls clamp down around him, still slick and warm from Jake’s cum.
You moan instantly—high and needy, back arching off the bed as he fills you completely. “Hee—oh god—”
Heeseung’s grip tightens, fingers digging into your waist. He pulls back just to thrust in again—harder this time—groaning like he’s losing his mind.
“Been thinking about this—fuck—about being inside you for real—” His voice is wrecked, hips snapping forward in short, desperate strokes. “So much better—so fucking good—”
You’re already a whiny mess again, hands fisting the sheets, moans spilling out every time he bottoms out.
Jake watches, smirking, one hand lazily stroking himself as he leans in to kiss your shoulder.
“Tell him how good he feels, baby,” Jake murmurs against your skin. “He’s dying for it.”
You can barely form words, but you manage a broken, “So good—Hee—don’t stop—”
Heeseung thrusts deeper, slow at first, then harder—steady, relentless—his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. You can’t stay quiet; soft, needy moans spill out with every roll of his hips, voice pitching higher the longer he fucks you.
“Fuck—Hee—yes—” you gasp, head tipping back, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Jake leans in close, lips brushing yours in messy, open-mouthed kisses.
Between each one he whispers against your mouth, voice low and rough,
“Does he feel good, baby? Tell me.”
You nod frantically—eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed—too overwhelmed to form full words. “Mhm—yeah—s-so good—”
Heeseung groans at your sounds, hands sliding up to cup your breasts. He gropes them firmly, thumbs flicking over your nipples, squeezing just hard enough to make you arch and whimper louder into Jake’s kiss.
“God, you’re perfect,” Heeseung mutters, hips snapping forward harder as he kneads you,
Heeseung’s restraint snaps.
His hips pick up speed—sharp, deep, relentless—each thrust slamming home with a wet smack that echoes in the room. The bed creaks under the force; your body jolts forward every time he bottoms out, breasts bouncing in his groping hands.
“Fuck—y/n—” he groans, voice low and wrecked, fingers digging into your tits harder, thumbs flicking your nipples in time with his rhythm.
Control slips away fast. Your moans turn into high, broken cries—raw, desperate, no filter left. “Hee—oh god—too much—fuck—right there—”
Your hands scramble—one clawing at the sheets, the other reaching back to grab his thigh, nails biting skin like you need an anchor.
Your back arches sharply, head thrown back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant stream of whiny, pleading sounds.
“More—please—don’t stop—Heeseung—”
He growls low in his throat, pace turning brutal. One hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you still so he can pound even deeper, hitting that spot over and over until your thighs shake uncontrollably.
“Taking me so well,” he pants, voice trembling with how close he is. “So tight—fuck—gonna make me come again—”
You’re barely coherent anymore—just gasping, whimpering, clenching around him like your body’s trying to pull him in deeper. Tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, every nerve lit up and screaming.
Jake watches from the side, stroking himself lazily, eyes dark and hungry. “Look at her, hyung. She’s gone—completely fucking gone for you.”
Heeseung only groans in response, hips stuttering as he drives you both right to the edge.
Heeseung’s thrusts turn erratic—fast, deep, desperate—his hands squeezing your tits hard as he chases the edge.
You squeal, voice breaking, thighs shaking. “Hee—you’re gonna make me cum—fuck—!”
He groans low and wrecked, hips slamming forward one last time. “Fuck—I’m cumming too—!”
A few more brutal snaps and you both shatter.
Your whole body locks up—walls pulsing around him as you come hard, crying out his name in broken gasps.
Heeseung buries himself deep with a guttural moan, cock throbbing as he spills inside you, hot and endless.
You tremble together, breathless and wrecked.
Jake watches from the side, stroking himself slowly, then lets out a dark, amused chuckle.
“Fuck… look at you two. Completely ruined.”
Heeseung’s hips give one last weak stutter before he collapses forward—unintentionally, boneless—his face landing right between your breasts, hot breath fanning over your skin. He’s panting, sweaty, completely spent.
You let out a soft, breathless chuckle, fingers sliding lazily into his damp hair. “Careful, Hee… you’re heavy when you’re wrecked.”
Jake shifts beside you, still catching his own breath, then gently lays his head on top of yours, cheek pressed to your hair, one arm draping loosely over your waist.
He exhales a tired laugh against your scalp.
You smiled warmly, trapped happily between them as they melt against you, all three of you sticky, sated, and finally still.
