i’m born ‘01 so i’m a heeseung twin! i’m also black caribbean so that means i use british english, i’ve lived in north america for most of my life!!
i write smut, so i clearly want a minor free space. of course i can’t stop anyone from reading what they wanna read but i really don’t want people under a certain age to be exposed to sexual content for no reason.
as a working professional who won’t share her business—i might take breaks here and there, but i’m never giving this page up. i will always find a way to write when i can, but please have patience with me. work always comes first, i’m not paid to write (though i’d love that).
i used to be sjyfave on this app for a few years and changed my username a few days ago to jaeifi, i have changed everything to match the new username i use and i apologize if you’ve linked things to your posts and had that retweet disappear, i’m sorry about it … trust me.
𝐏. female reader x boyfriends jake & sunghoon 𝐆. smut, mdni 𝐖𝐂. 5.4K 𝐖𝐑. established poly relationship, male on male touching and kissing, protected & unprotected sex, free-use of reader, switch jake, sub reader, dominant sunghoon, verbal praise, overstimulation, crying, very minor degrading, drooling
this can be read as a continuation of dripped in you.
𝐀/𝐍 i love writing about jakehoon dating eachother and their shared girlfriend it's so cute to me
“just do what you’re comfortable with. we can stop whenever you want.”
sunghoon was gentle, a lot better than you would’ve been if you were in this position. all you could do was watch with parted lips and a tilted up chin, barely blinking to watch the way jakes hand slowly inched towards sunghoons lap.
all three of you were fully dressed, sunghoon and jake in hoodies and sweatpants as you wore a favourited oversized t-shirt and one of your partners shorts. sunghoon holds his weight up, both arms on the back of the couch. jake sat upright as you stood before them, still.
you wanted to interrupt; lend a hand. you were antsy as you stood aside, eyes unwavering as you scanned every movement of jakes body. sunghoon usually agreed to let you help—but this time warned against it. he refused to let you help jake move faster.
this was one of the few occasions he didn’t want jakes interactions to seem coerced or assisted. he only asked you to be supportive, only offering help if necessary.
jake didn’t think either of you would be mad if he pulled away. he had been wanting this for months, but was never confident. part of him was screaming to stop—to leave the relationship in its heterosexual orientation. he didn’t know what doing today would entail, and if he was ready for it.
he didn’t want ‘butt stuff’ as he had commented weeks prior. you and sunghoon laughed in response, a soft “trust me, i don’t wanna finger you either,” slipping from sunghoons mouth.
were either of them lying?
more likely than not.
but you weren’t the one to push.
you moved to squat between sunghoons legs, hands on either side of his hips. your right hand lightly moves to jakes upper right thigh, rubbing your thumb back and forth as comfort. jake smiles in response, bringing his left hand to lightly play with one of your nailbeds.
sunghoon had been uncomfortably sitting with a boner for several minutes, pressed hot against his right hip. it was easy to see for everyone in the room—he wasn’t shy. he licks his bottom lip once, looking up into your eyes. he studies your face with parted lips before shifting over to jakes thick bottom lip, admiring.
he was easily the most aroused in the room, stuck on whos lips he wanted to kiss first as he waited.
you want to help, pulling forward enough to lean on your bent left arm. your hand holds your head up, glancing upwards to jake. you’re very close to sunghoons crotch, his print close to your nose. his right hand comes up to lightly mark the many parts of your face. his middle finger runs over your right brow, thumb running over your cheek.
his touch is soft and caring, his eyes looking over at male partners searching eyes. jake shies away from the attention, his left hand coming up to scratch a fake itch on the right side of his face. he hides behind his palm before he goes for it.
jake lays an open right hand down on sunghoons lap, heavy.
a breathy moan leaves sunghoons lips at the pressure. he almost thrusts into it, his head dropping to his left shoulder before lightly rolling his hips. it’s attractive to watch, your bottom lip sucked into your mouth.
you clench around nothing, studying the structure of jakes fingers in this new personal angle.
you want to say something, but you take into consideration what sunghoon said; not wanting to overwhelm him. your presence is enough support, jake peeking down at you with a smile, his left hand still glued to the side of his face.
he presses his palm down again before moving it up sunghoons length, stopping at his tip. sunghoon visibly winces, his mouth opening as both eyes close. his right cheek tenses, his eye squeezed shut.
“ah~!”
it’s deep and light, your thighs tightly pulling together as you look up to watch sunghoons face. sunghoon aggressively bites into his bottom lip, breathing heavily through his nose. another moan almost slips, but it’s trapped behind his pink lips—muffled. you lightly copy sunghoon, letting out your own breath in reaction.
“you’re doing so good,”
you whisper the compliment over sunghoons lap, slipping up at the unspoken rule of staying quiet. sunghoon smiles a little, nodding his head regardless of not knowing who the comment is for.
his eyes don’t open, waiting and patiently praying for more.
jake boldly grabs sunghoon in his hand, feeling him through the fabric. the outline is heavily wrapped in fabric, jakes hand squeezing the girth of it. jakes lips part, eyes hooded like he can feel it himself. he kneads it a little in his grasp, veins poking out of his pale skin as he moves boldly.
he practically zones out the way his hand moves, every squeeze of his hand playing it up for your eyes. he doesn’t ask if it feels good—wonder how his boyfriend reacts.
a groan slips sunghoons lips, scratchy and hoarse. his head pulls up from his left collarbone to hang in the center of his chest, hips grinding into jakes hand. both his legs part as he scoots further up, giving himself up even more to jakes unwavering attention.
the angle is erotic, your eyes scanning jakes structured hand as he manhandles sunghoon. you study the way he moves down, his thumb and index pulling together to rub up and down sunghoons clothed tip.
“wow jae.”
the syllable nickname slips, a loving reference to his korean name.
it’s sensitive, something he left for family; extremely close friends. it adds a layer of intimacy, his kind eyes flashing back to your eyelids as he searches for yours. you don’t look up to connect with him, still staring at sunghoons lap.
you can’t help but gawk at the wave of confidence jake feels, watching how sunghoon submits—something he hadn’t done for so long. jake smiles at the unwavering focus, watching how you rush upwards to grab the sides of sunghoons neck.
you pull him into a kiss, anxious to be involved. his lips steady against your quick pace, forcing you to meet his speed. he drags you into his lap, your legs wrapping around his slim legs. you both breathe into each-others mouths, your hands coming up to hold the sides of his face. he smiles against your lips momentarily, biting his own lip.
when he lets his lip go he’s back to yours, his right hand moving up your outer leg to your ass before circling back, squeezing your thigh.
jake whines at the exclusion, his eyes puppy-like. you smile against sunghoons parted lips, your right hand moving to push both males cheeks together. jake moves to lean on his right knee, getting better height.
you and sunghoon were always better at being left out of couple kisses and touches—but jake didn’t like it, constantly wanting both your undivided attention.
that’s when jake repositions himself, moving his right hand out of sunghoons lap to better angle. his left replaces it, squeezing back and forth on the last two inches of sunghoons length.
jakes right arm wraps around his boyfriends shoulders, hugging him into his chest and face. sunghoon is almost lifeless in his grip, eyes slowly opening to look at you. his right hand slowly reaches up for you, pulling you down softly by your neck. jake pulls himself close enough to kiss the sides of your lips, giggling at the contact.
sunghoons lips smirk against yours at the laugh, his left hand looping over jakes to pull him in closer. you're careful to kiss both their lips, watching the way the other side of their lips connect during each pucker.
its stupid to others, something your friends would constantly laugh about. but it was for you three to understand, not them.
jakes hand doesn't stop its persistent groping, sunghoon dropping his hand to lightly run up jakes knee and outer thigh. both their heads dip, watching the way jakes hand opens to push down against his dick again with another weighted open palm. his hand runs down roughly before pushing back up, the waistband of sunghoons sweats stretching away from his body.
you lift your right knee from sunghoons hip to pull yourself off from hovering. you’re tired of waiting, your hands coming up to sunghoons waistband. jake finally pauses for the first time tonight, your hands stilling as you drop low to look him in his eyes.
the thick pants gave him some level of protection from really holding sunghoon in his hand—a way of shielding himself from the intimate heat and details.
“can i remove these?”
you ask jake—referring to sunghoons lap as if his own body. sunghoons head lifts from his daze—the softness in his eyes are gone but he’s patient. he still wants to reiterate that there’s nothing he’ll push jake into, promising that everything today starts and ends with him.
jake doesn’t verbally answer, his hand slipping under the waistband to grab sunghoon over his briefs. sunghoon caves, his right hand grabbing his wrist as he looks down. “fuck - jake,” he finally speaks, jakes lips moving to lightly peck his ear before leaning his head to look down.
the imagery of jakes hand under the waistband is enough for you to want to leave them on. your hands move to lightly hold sunghoons hips, a smile on his face as he recognizes the way your lips part at your undivided attention.
“you like watching, huh?” sunghoon teases you, your right hand moving to slap his thigh playfully. you slowly play attention to the movement in front of you, a smirk on sunghoons face before licking his bottom lip.
you can make out the way jake—for the first time—maps his erection out in is purest form. he notes how it’s less veiny than his, matching his length almost exactly.
he never realized how sunghoon was thicker than he is, a mental note in his head of his own size in comparison.
you slowly begin to yank sunghoons pants down, his hips shuffling side to side to help you pull them down. you let them drop to his ankles, yanking them off his feet.
his right hand moves from jakes wrist to lean his arm on the back of the couch. he still holds jakes outer left thigh, tensing at each upwards grope. he beckons for you to come closer with his right hand.
sunghoon had this air to him that you couldn’t shake. he was tantalizing, your body moving on its own to sit beside him, wrapping yourself around his shoulders. you kiss his right cheek, your hand moving down to match jakes.
jake smiles at your inclusion, lightly toying with your hand in sunghoons lap.
sunghoon pulls away from jake to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his lap. this forces jakes hand from between his legs, his arm bouncing back to accommodate the space you take up.
sunghoon moves his left hand to jakes outer cheek, pulling him closer for a quick cheek kiss. he’s affectionate, thinking of everyone but himself each step of the way.
“pull your pants down.”
sunghoons voice is soft, watching the way jakes eyes slowly meet his—yours—before falling to his own lap. hes suddenly shy, slowly pulling them down as he uses his shoulder blades to anchor himself in the air with the couch. he yanks his sweats down with his underwear, exposing his freshly shaved groin. sunghoon eyes scan his frame before attending to you, his right hand out.
he pulls you down towards him, gradually moving to attach your lips. his left hand moves without him looking, slowly tilting his head to the right. he motions at jake’s hoodie next, pulling at the neck. jake takes the hint, pulling the hoodie up over his abs and chest to yank it off. hes bare underneath, throwing it over the side of the couch.
sunghoons left hand boldly grabs for jakes tinted purple erection, a cry leaving his lips as he withers. he falls back into the couch, his hands tightly wrapping around sunghoons wrist and forearm. sunghoons hand slowly and tightly moves up the shaft, squeezing at the tip.
the reaction is electric, your boyfriends back arching off the couch as a loud pornographic moan slips from his lips. the moan slowly turns into a whine, his eyes squeezed shut as he bares his teeth softly. he’s sensitive and hot, barely breathing past shirt gasps.
you can’t help but open your eyes and pull away at the explosive reaction. sunghoons eyes lazily pop open to glance at you, missing your presence.
your eyes nearly water the way you barely blink. jake thrashes in his grasp, his face painted in lust. with your attention divided, sunghoons right hand slips between your legs.
he uses the knuckle of his index finger, grabbing your attention by lightly running it up and down your clit through your shorts.
your mouth opens at the sensation, but you refuse to look away. you lightly grind against his hand, mentally searching for a way to touch jake yourself.
you watch sunghoons hand move down jakes length before pausing, slowly opening.
“princess can you get some lube for me?” sunghoon speaks softly into your left ear, your legs moving on their own. you peel off his lap quickly, eyes scanning the room.
you three had gotten pretty comfortable living together; friends who would visit catching toys, gels and sprays in the most absurd of places.
you walk around aimlessly; your eye catching on a near done bottle of lubricant by the television. an unopened condom sits near it, your hand reaching for it before transferring it to your non-dominant hand.
once it’s in your grasp you’re quick to shuffle back, sunghoon holding his left hand up. you squeeze out just enough, making the slide easier without excess slip.
“take your shorts off baby,”
sunghoon lightly refers to your shorts with a lazy right handed point, looking at the way his left hand twists and moves up jakes painful erection.
you’re quick, ridding yourself of everything quickly. sunghoon pulls his back off the couch to pull his hoodie off, jake whining at the way sunghoons hand lets him go temporarily.
the moment you’re bare, sunghoon beckons you with his available hand, his left roughly grabbing jake at his base. he does this to keep him from getting himself off, jake playing with his tip absentmindedly in sunghoons grasp.
you slowly move to straddle sunghoons waist, his right hand coming to your chest. he doesn’t speak, slowly pulling at his briefs. you lightly grab the waist to pull them down, his leaking erection snapping out to stand.
you clench at the imagery, his erection softly tinted pink. the moment they’re at his ankles he kicks them off, reaching for you.
you practically hop into his lap, his legs moving forward to spread as he creates a better angle for you. his right hand comes between your legs just to feel you out, lightly collecting some arousal on his middle finger;
just to taste you.
you rip the condom open quickly, your right hand dipping between your legs after finding the tent. you put the condom on him lazily, sunghoons hand helping as you roll it down. his right hand reaches up to lower your right hip, pushing you to quickly line him up against your entrance.
he only slows his pull when his tip lightly pushing into you. his right hand finally shows your body some attention with a back grip, softly imprinting your skin. he pulls you in by your mid-back, pressing his lips into your breasts.
he sucks your left nipple softly, running his tongue up and around. he puckers his lips to softly pull off before going back to tongue it again.
the stretch of his dick is tight and firm, your mouth dropping open as you slowly sit. sunghoons lips chase your right nipple, sucking and pulling on the sensitive bud between his teeth as you lower.
“fuuuck.”
his voice is soft, eyes hooded as he finally lets your tit free. his eyes scan your frame, taking you in. the moment you’re settled, you look over at jake again. sunghoons hand starts moving again, your hips lightly rocking back and forth on sunghoons lap as you watch.
you use him like a toy—something sunghoon was always attracted to.
you clench around him as you rock, sunghoons lips pressing into any skin he can reach on your chest and boobs with each forward rock of your hips.
“take whatever you need baby from me. anything,”
sunghoon speaks into your skin, referring to himself. he leaves open mouth kisses over your collarbones and chest, hungry for a reaction. your left hand holds the back of the couch as an anchor, sunghoons head lightly acknowledging the arm with a kitten-like brush of his head against it.
“take i-t—bounce on it.”
jake would laugh at the comment if he wasn’t so preoccupied, breathing heavily. you start properly bobbing up and down in sunghoons lap, chasing whoevers orgasm comes first. a small groan leaves sunghoons lips as he looks down, watching the way you lightly coat his dick in arousal.
his right hand comes upwards to strike your ass once, immediately soothing it by softly rubbing his hand down your heated skin. a soft moan leaves jakes saliva coated lips, his bangs falling into his face as he practically humps himself into sunghoons grasp.
he thrashes his head to the right, his cheek pressed into the couch cushion.
“tell me when you’re close, sim.”
the nickname is gentle, something sunghoon usually was when it came to jake. he treated you with the same grace, but your shared male partner needed more; validation his first language.
your right hand snakes between your legs as you watch, rubbing against your clit shamelessly. sunghoons eyes look down at your hand, an open mouthed smirk on his face. he waits for you to look back down at him, tilting his head upwards to demand a brief lip lock.
sunghoons head slips away from yours with a soft groan, lightly tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. he displays his soft dimples, a smile on your face in reaction before moving on. he closes the gap between him and jake, their banged foreheads touching. jakes head slowly lifts, sunghoons head following close behind.
they stare at eachother, sunghoons eyes dipping to look down at his lips before looking back into his eyes. jakes eyes roll closed, his head lolling a little, his first attempt to lift it. he uses his strength to push a messy kiss into sunghoons lips, chasing intimacy.
you moan aloud at this, your head falling forward into the side of sunghoons face. he pulls you in, his right arm firm. your head turns to watch jake through the madness, sunghoons head coming up to lightly kiss at your chest.
there’s one last thrust of jakes hips before he fully tenses, a small amount of drool at the right side of his lips before he bites it back into his mouth with his teeth.
“fuck, sungho—!”
jake barely warns sunghoon when he cums—hands finally letting sunghoons wrist go as his hand grips your right thigh. he whines the moment he starts to slowly spurt out sperm in second intervals, sunghoons hand tirelessly pumping him through it.
the imagery is insane.
you try to match him, bouncing lazily in sunghoons lap. sunghoon whines at your new movement, his hand doing one final upward pump on jakes weakening boner. he squeezes jake empty for everything he has, a crying groan leaving his lips in reaction.
jakes eyes open with tears, huffing loudly as he looks up at you with tired eyes. he looks between your legs longingly, wanting his own turn.
sunghoon brings his left hand up to jakes eye level playfully, his eyes opening as he moves away, disgusted.
“oh you’re disgusted? imagine how i feel,”
sunghoon teases softly, smiling. jakes eyes shift to yours, right hand grabbing sunghoons tired wrist. he holds it towards you, your head finally lifting off sunghoons as you look down at the slimey substance.
“can you clean this up for me?”
he’s polite, his voice velvety. he lets go of sunghoons wrist, scooping the semen off with his fingers and thumb. he holds it to your lips, looking briefly at your chest. the moment your lips part for his hand it drops, moving to rub against your right nipple.
you lean into it, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. jake coats your right nipple with the substance, rolling the bud between his index’s top knuckle and thumb. he tugs it lightly, a soft moan leaving yours and sunghoons mouth alike.
“you’re so sexy.”
he can’t help but compliment you, his eyes eating your body up as you grind down on sunghoons toned thighs. when he brings his hand back, he places his index and middle finger around the bud, moving his fingers up and down alternatively.
sunghoon and jake both eye your face and body, a moan leaving your lips. you’re close, your eyes fluttering closed as your left hand moves to sunghoons throat. he lets you hold the side of his neck in your hand, running your thumb lightly up his adam’s apple and poking vein as he regulates his breathing.
his messy left hand moves to your waist, aiding your bounce.
“are you gonna cum for me, baby?”
sunghoon projects onto you, hoping he doesn’t cum before you’re done. he uses his thighs and calves to lazily meet your hips with each bounce, right hand in the fold of your hip. he was always self critical, trying to prolong himself as best possible.
sunghoon loved being used and needed. he prided himself in being the main factor whenever you three were together. he was aroused at being praised for his resilience—kissed with tired sweaty faces, covered in sweat.
“am i the only one who can fuck you like this?“
sunghoon was always possessive, the sentence making jake smile softly. he slaps the back of his hand down on sunghoons chest, playfully frowning at the unintentional removal of his presence.
“yes.”
your right hand stills from the friction, pulling your hand away. sunghoons right hand snakes between your legs to thumb your clit, experienced. your head leans over sunghoons as he rests on the back of the couch. he watches you with parted lips and a sweaty forehead, your left hand slipping to hold the couch.
“so beautiful. ours. only—ours.”
jake pulls himself off the couch at the second remark, moving to suck on the outer side of your breast to avoid his drying cum.
sunghoon can’t fight his orgasm any further, his eyes closing like earlier on in the day. he bites his bottom lip, looking down at the way you bounce.
“i wish i didn’t have a condom on, i’d stuff you.”
the words are repulsive to some—but it’s what pushes you over the edge, your mouth gaping open.
jake lightly nips at your sensitive skin, moving up to your neck. he sucks on your skin the moment your orgasm hits, your right hand lightly wrapping under jakes chin and jaw.
your moan is loud and whiny, both men cooing in response. jakes dick weakly reacts to the noise, still mentally aroused at the way he watches you move in sunghoons lap.
sunghoon lifts his hips to wiggle them, your breath catching. you grind against sunghoon to ride out the high, unforgiving of the way your sweaty skin rubs against his. sunghoons lips part softly as he cums with you, his eyelids pulled together tight. your hips finally still, jakes lips chasing yours.
you and jake share a lazy kiss as you cockwarm, jakes right hand coming up to your face to aid you in your fatigue. your other partner lifts his head, lightly pulling jakes hand from your face.
he lifts you off his softening erection slowly before sitting you down in his lap again, your lips softly pushing against his softening shaft. sunghoon ignores his sticky length, lightly pulling you towards him.
the moment your lips touch his, the kiss is messy, neither of you caring to follow each others lead. your lips constantly pause to breathe, sunghoon whining between each break.
jake messily kisses the side of sunghoons lips and yours, patiently waiting for anyone to tag him in.
sunghoon doesn’t make him wait long, pulling his lips away from yours to give him another proper kiss.
you pull away to softly watch the contrast in their lip shapes—the way their noses lightly bump as they switch angles for the first time.
the kiss they share ends too soon, both men pulling away from eachother to lock eyes. jakes left hand pulls your face in without breaking eye contact, inviting you.
when jake finally pulls his eyes away from sunghoons, he’s on you. his lips are persistent, sunghoon moving himself down to suck your left nipple into his mouth.
his hands roam your body softly, running over every stretch and curve. jake finally sits again, refusing to move fast, scared of losing your lips.
jakes hands roam your body the same way sunghoons do as he finally pulls his lips off yours. he moves downward to leave open-mouth kisses down your chest to the right side of your breasts.
he’s antsy, sunghoon notices it in the way his right hand moves to your clit, threatening to rub it with his middle finger. you’re too sensitive to cum again, reaching down to softly grab his wrist.
jake whines, sitting back to pout. you laugh a little at the reaction, moving off sunghoons lap to force sunghoons arms off your body.
jake looks up at you in confusion, your right hand pointing for him to move down the couch. sunghoon smiles at the ordering, watching how jake slowly shuffles away like he’s been scolded.
he uses this time to pull the condom off, squeezing as much cum as he can off his erection into the rubber. he ties it quickly as he looks over to his left, watching how you move to lie down.
you don’t instruct jake on anything, your actions enough. you rest the right side of your face on sunghoons thigh, his left hand coming up to make sure your hair doesn’t touch his sticky erection.
you pull yourself to your knees lazily, presenting yourself. jakes reaction is immediate, his hands finding your waist out of your eye sight. he doesn’t bother to prep you with a finger or stimulation, your left hand holding you up on the couch.
jake is barely hard enough, and your body is worn and tried. it’s sensitive for the both of you when his tip slowly pushes in, jakes mouth gaping open. you gasp a little, eyes fluttering shut. he’s unprotected—he usually was.
he wouldn’t label himself as someone with a breeding kink, but he’d be lying if he didn’t like the image of his cum slowly spilling out after asking you to clench.
your breathing is slow and heavy, lethargic. sunghoons left hand moves to your back as he encourages you, massaging.
“you’re so perfect.”
the stretch is comfortable—not much different from sunghoons. remembrance aside, the angle is unrelenting, jakes first full thrust leaving you breathless. sunghoons hand moves down your spine then back up, massaging your back where you tense.
“are you tired baby? wanna lie down?”
jakes thrusts are calm and slow, simply feeling your body out. sunghoon questions if you’re stable enough to balance on your knees, eyes full of worry. jakes hands softly run up your hips and waist, both males eyes meeting.
they mumble around you, but you can’t get over the way your eyes close and lips part. you’re slipping, aroused yet useless. you feel jake pull himself out, sunghoons hands motioning over your back to describe a position to him.
jake softly pulls your right leg towards him, causing you to fall on the couch once it lays flat. your left leg slips, something jake catches before pushing it into a calm bend, keeping your legs parted. your vagina clenches a little as you wait, jake’s eyes catching the motion with a bitten lip.
he holds your leg in its ninety degree angle, lifting your butt-cheek slightly to expose you better. jake inches in, moving to push himself close to you. he holds your hips up enough to comfortably thrust in, his right leg outside of yours.
the angle is better for you, your eyelids still as you comfortably fall into your loopy mental, vulnerably submissive.
you’re awake enough to feel the way jake pushes into you, sunghoons left hand coming to your cheek. his thumb rubs back and forth against your skin, sunghoon spewing words towards you:
“look how well you’re taking it.”
“so cock hungry.”
“i’m hard again—because of you.”
you want to answer, but you can’t, focused on the push of jakes hips against yours. jake can barely focus on anything but thrusting into you, biting his bottom lip to keep from drooling.
“are you already close?”
sunghoon laughs a little, looking up with crescent eyes.
“y-yea.”
he can’t lie, his abs clenched as his eyelids flutter, eyes slightly closing with each thrust. sunghoons eyebrows raise at the way jakes hips snap, his body tight and fit.
“damn sim? already?”
“do you see her?”
he moans his last response, sunghoons head dropping a little as he softly laughs in response, nodding as he agrees calmly.
the men speak over you, unbothered by the way you lightly drool onto sunghoons thigh. jakes hands dance over your frame, sunghoons left hand lightly groping and slapping your ass.
your face is pushed back and forth into sunghoons skin, a laugh leaving his mouth when he finally picks up on the way saliva drips between his thigh and your lips.
sunghoons left hand comes to your mouth, middle and ring finger pushing on your tongue. you suck onto them, teeth lightly brushing his skin.
“aw y/n, you’re filthy.” is all that comes out of sunghoons mouth, light in tone—degrading. he mentions the drooling to jake who moans loudly behind you, a soft chuckle leaving sunghoons lips in response.
he too moans softly at the amount of saliva that collects in your mouth, your body carelessly swallowing in large intervals.
“if you wouldn’t fall asleep i’d make you suck me off.”
you loved when they used and referred to you as sexual property, bonding over all the ways they’d manhandle you. you nearly cry at the comment, trying hard to pay attention to the way they speak above you, sucking on sunghoons fingers whenever you’re alert.
jakes athletic body reigns superior, not a single hitch in the way he thrusts into you. his hands are soft on your body in comparison, rubbing your body wherever sunghoons hands were before.
his right hand holds your left lower back as he slowly speeds up, pushing himself in fast with huffs of air each push. he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he watches his hips snap, noting the way your leak down his length and upper thighs.
his left hand pushes your left thigh further up, forcing you to take him in even deeper. sunghoon pulls his wet fingers out of your mouth to slap down on your ass once, the pain stinging.
jake buries himself in like sunghoon did, leaning himself into your back and sunghoons arm. he ruts himself in, pressing his wet sideburn into your face.
“you’re so—good—to me.” is all he can moan out before stilling, his arms holding you tightly to his chest. your eyes finally flutter open, reaching out for him with your left hand as you feel him lightly spurt, cumming with a final groan.
sunghoons arm pulls from underneath jakes weight to hold his mid-back, massaging him the same way he did with you before. jake slowly pulls himself out of you with a heavy breath, watching the way he trails down your vagina on his exit.
sunghoon and jake pull away to look at you, your body sore as they manipulate you to sit upwards. jake quickly grabs his hoodie to put it under your bum, cautious of the couch.
once you’re sat upright, both men tenderly kiss each of your cheeks, taking turns to kiss your wet lips. sunghoons thumb moves up to wipe your face, gentle.
i know my yn’s boyfriends that kiss fanfics are a fan fav for those who care about my writing but i kinda wanna write about jay and jake as yn’s boyfriends but they’re both submissive? would this work….. who cares……
i knew that engenes—and whatever you wanna call the weird new breed of accounts on weverse—would try and ruin jay’s birthday stream but GOD i didn’t expect him to say something about it and genuinely ask people to not ruin other members birthday lives…
and watch them say he was forced to say it like everything’s a conspiracy theory
evan underground artist fanfic but he’s rented a studio session and it’s past his allotted time so neither of yall are supposed to be there and someone’s walking around
𝐏. voyeur heeseung x exhibitionist camgirl female reader 𝐆. smut, mdni 𝐖𝐂. 1.5K 𝐖𝐑. public sexual acts on university campus, mutual masturbation
𝐀/𝐍 yes classes are over for university kids, BUT i love this type of fic i had to make it..
this wasn't the first time someone has caught you in the act before. it's obvious to anyone who looks long enough who you are and what you're doing. you're out in public with no panties on in a dress just above your knees. the moment your dress pulls up past your mid-thigh, it's easy to know what your motive is.
you've always keep these public displays in adult spaces, like bars and pubs, sometimes even going as far as to record yourself in university libraries and other adult seating areas. today, most of your supporters were suggesting you to go to your local university grounds, men tipping before your livestream even began as money persuasion.
you've always made the most during these types of streams, people walking past constantly, some more aware of their surroundings than others; but usually no one pays you any mind.
today, you didn't get so lucky.
heeseung usually comes to the library whenever he has too much work to do, or too little to do.
so he's usually here all the time.
the one thing he's always loved about his campus library is how easy it is to find a good seating area to work and be comfy, as there were designated quiet areas for people who want to work in silence, and those okay with light chatter and movement.
when he sat down facing you—he sat two tables down, in the second of three table rows.
you picked the first row of tables because of its closeness to the wall, preventing unnecessary traffic around you. he picked the second row to be closer to the sunshine, but not too close to the windows so he could still see his computer screen.
you couldn't help but glance over at him to make sure he couldn't smiff out what you were doing.
he was dressed in a black zip up hoodie with no undershirt, paired with baggy grey sweatpants. he had a big workout bag with him, alongside a backpack, so it was obvious he has came from the gym and didn't have a proper change of clothes.
you tried to not think too much of his presence, but him facing your direction meant he could definitely see your arm moving under the table if he paid enough attention. this section of the library did have pretty comfy seating, but they were still shaped like any regular classroom chair.
there was no chance of making any movement seem like just an illusion.
regardless, you carried on with your livestream, especially because this specific section was so empty, the only movement passing through the building happening behind you. your phone is propped up on one of the chair legs directly across from you, your belongings on the other two tables acting as makeshift privacy screens.
the guy a few tables down doesn't notice the way you move your dresses skirt upwards. he had his entire apple ecosystem out, airpods in his ears, macbook open and iphone constantly buzzing. you weren't worried, spreading your legs bashfully under the table, pointing your toes in your flats for sexual aesthetics. your legs laid open wildly, your right hand playfully teasing yourself for the camera as you looked around one last time, peeking over your right shoulder once.
you scoot back in your chair just a little so the camera can pick up on your face more, your mouth gaped softly for show as you ran your middle finger up and down your clit and labia, pulling your right fold out slightly for show.
in utter boredom with his work, heeseungs eyes wonder slightly, his eyes lightly scanning the room with nothing to look at. his eyes glance over to you once before looking down at his phone screen.
he taps it once, his phone awakening, his wallpaper zooming in with apples new ios mechanics, the time changing.
the clock strikes 1:56 in the afternoon, most of the library empty because of classes. when he looks back up, his eyes catch on the way your legs look strangely far apart, misplaced. he'd be lying if he said he's never watched porn before, so he does notice the way your right arm moves under the table.
he can't help but lean forward, pretending to look at his laptop more intently. his macbooks wallpaper moves in its idle state, his eyes staring at the keys as he pushes it forward slightly with the bottom of his palms. he leans his upper body on the table, his elbows holding him up as he finally finds an opening between the two chairs blocking his view.
he immediately catches a glimpse of your right hand between your legs, your middle and ring finger lightly tapping your clit before before they move lower again, spreading your labia. he sits back down harshly, his right hand coming over his mouth in shock as his left hand hangs off the table near his chest, both his elbows propping him up. his thumb digs into his right cheek, the rest of his fingers curling over his lips, left cheek and chin.
shocked is an understatement.
he had seen you before on his campus, but only from behind. he didn't know if you were a student at all—the way he never saw you bring anything school related—and you weren't.
regardless, he can't help but replay the one second he caught of you in his mind. he usually watches porn of girls by themselves or with girls fingering themselves and each other,
just anything that fell under voyeurism.
he feels hot already, his eyes drifting back over to you, your facial expressions truly giving it away. you're playing it up of course, but heeseung doesn't know that, still breathing heavily on his fingers.
he pulls his face away to slump back in his chair, surprisingly catching a better view than before.
his gaze fits perfectly between both chairs, his right and left hand lazily lying in his lap as his legs sit far apart, mimicking you.
almost like a frame, the two chairs in front of you and the table highlight the precious spot between your legs, the image of your surprisingly wet pussy on full display.
"oh my god." heeseung whispers under his breath, his eyes rolling lightly as he instinctively gropes himself over his grey sweatpants once with his right hand.
he bites a bit of his bottom lip before stopping, his hand still holding the base of his quickly growing erection. you finally look up from seductively looking at the camera and hand to catch the way the once preoccupied student sits back, away from his laptop.
your eyes scan his frame, noticing the way his head is lowered, his eyes glued to something under your table.
he can't hide the arousal in his face, or the heavy print visible in his pants.
once you look back up from his crotch, your eyes meet his.
your right hand halts, your legs closing slightly at the eye contact. your livestream goes ballistic at the fear in your face, your body language tense. they tip continuously, the men who like watching you filled with shame tipping their gas and food money.
heeseung breaks eye contact with you to look back down between your legs again, his right hand returning to groping himself, moving his erection from his right hip down to his upper thigh with the force. your legs split apart again in a teasing reaction, your face confused with this changing dynamic.
the moment heeseung bites his lip for the second time, his natural pink lip now almost bloodless—you're immediately on show mode.
you spread your legs even further than before, the fabric of your dress now pooled at your pelvis. you'd definitely get kicked off this campus if someone ever caught you, your actions so apparent as you shove your middle and ring finger inside your cunt at once.
a light squelch sound escapes once the base of your fingers meet your labia, heeseung throwing his head back once to expose his prominent adams apple.
once his head relifts, you're aroused more than ever, his face flushed, lips parted. your fingers curl in faster, watching how the guy across from you shamelessly gropes himself up and down his length, chest heaving, bottom lip abused.
you can just imagine how heavy it is.
how wet his tip probably is in his underwear. he's probably so thick.
as you continue to play with yourself you wonder how heavy it would sit on your tongue, the warmth radiating off of it. you begin imagining him above you just as aroused as he is now.
his neck probably flushes so red when he's close, softly groaning with each stroke of your hand up and down his heavy cock—
you find yourself gasping out loud once before biting your bottom lip. your legs twitch closer together as you shiver, your eyes fluttering closed, creaming onto your fingers. you ride yourself through it, the pumps of your fingers slow and steady as your teeth finally let go of your lip, leaving your mouth gaping slightly.
"fuck.." you whisper, almost embarrassed at how a fully dressed guy in a campus library was enough to get you off before the usual thirty minute mark—especially on stream.
your eyes open again, shyly looking over at the man across the room. he doesn't disappoint, his left hand now under his sweatpants waistband as he strokes himself confidently.
you open your legs to him again, tilting your hips in his direction to give him a better view. using your right hands middle finger, you forcibly draw some cum out onto your fingers, rubbing it on and around your vagina.
he shutters in response, his eyes shutting closed as he leans forward, as if pained. he bites his bottom lip again, almost drawing blood.
you can tell the moment he begins to ejaculate, his eyebrows frowned together as he continues to pump himself through it. he almost drools on the table thinking about you before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.
he slumps back into his chair uncomfortably, shame washing over him just the same as it washed over you. you quickly hopped up out of your seat to grab your phone, not bothering to say goodbye to your supporters before ending your stream.
once you're up from under the table, you glance over at heeseung once again, going against your better judgement.
"what's your name?" you ask lightly, hoping the awkwardness of everything else you two had just done together would make exchanging names a miniscule action in the grand scheme of things.
"heeseung. but my english name is evan." he answers lightly, barely holding eye contact like before. you almost wouldn't hear him if the library weren't so empty.
"well, evan, do you wanna come to the bathroom with me?"
I'll never understand the concept of boycotting your favourite boy group for ANY reason except for criminalistic ones. Be so fucking for real. Heeseung leaving doesn't give anyone the excuse to stop voting, stop cheering, and stop talking about the other members. They are the ones who need the most support now more than anyone, don't give me your bullshit excuses. You can support and stand with Heeseung, but not at the expense of the others. I'm not having it.
and the criminalistic reason is that we don't want to see the boys being mistreated anymore, for the love of god do your research!
for anyone who's been an engene longer than 5 minutes knows how mistreated they are and if their health isn't a good enough reason to boycott then nothing is.
this stopped being about just bringing heeseung back long ago, a lot of us wanted to boycott during fate because of how bad it was and now we finally have the numbers so please if you want to fight for their health! then boycott.
weverse is still open to give them all the support you want.
