hi! i was the anon who sent the ask about ai. thank you answering my ask with so much kindness. i would like to apologize if i caused you any emotional distress in any way.
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Keeho & Jiung: Two Three can play at that game (18+ MDNI)
Summary: After a petty argument you take part in a challenge. The rules are simple: whoever comes first, gets punished.
Pairing: Sub!Jiung x Dom!reader x Dom!Keeho
Genre: smut
Warnings: mutual masturbation, m/f/m (but they all watch eachother so...) humiliation/ embarrassment, dirty talk (like a lot), Keehos kinda an ass, light degradation, light bdsm (rope and gag), dacryphilia, exhibitionism, oral (fem receiving), doggy, penetration, slight nipple stim, a lot of coming, jealousy if you squint, kissing, whiny Jiung... I think that's everything but who's to say
Word count: 5.4k
Authors note: guys this is archie's fault she takes responsibility for this she needs to be fed too... also i know I said no more keeho but this doesn't count it's lowkey mostly about Jiung (if this ends up being a load of crap forget I wrote this I have so much respect for archie writing poly is so hard) also this is edited but any mistakes you encounter are non of my business atp okay enjoy
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“All I’m saying is, I could definitely last longer than both of you.” You said matter-of-factly, looking Jiung dead in the eye.
Your shoulder shook where Keeho chuckled against it, his head slotted lazily in the crook of your neck, where you were lounging on the couch in your apartment.
“Yeah, Ji, sorry but… You definitely can’t last longer than me.” Keeho chimed in, voice lazy and warm.
Jiung’s ears burned a bright scarlet as he sat across from you both on the opposite couch. His fingers curled into fists, his voice even and low when he spoke in an attempt to maintain at least a shred of his dignity. “That’s not my point—”
You cut him off sharply before he could continue, “Well, your point was wrong.”
It was hard to remember why the disagreement started in the first place. One second you were watching a random show on the T.V., the next you were arguing about whether women or men come quicker.
You argued that it was men. Point, blank, period. Your proof? All the past hookups you’ve had that left you unsatisfied because the man would come too early.
Jiung wasn't exactly happy about your assessment. You could tell by the slight strain in his voice and the crease that appeared between his brows as he tried to defend his own point: that women come just as quickly as men, but there was more stigma surrounding a man finishing earlier. And that brought you to the present.
“How was my point wrong?!” Jiung protested. “I’ve made plenty of girls come first and—”
“Well, if you weren’t aware, women fake their orgasms a lot just to save men the embarrassment—” Before your words could get too heated, Keeho cut you off.
“Why don't we test it?”
You and Jiung both paused the intense stare-down to turn and face him as he sat up fully on the couch beside you.
“What?”
He smirked when you both spoke at the same time. You were more alike than you realized, no doubt the reason you were always bickering.
“I said, why don't we test it?”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah, dipshit, we heard you the first time. Elaborate?”
Jiung shook his head when you even entertained the idea, already turning away and mumbling, “Don't be ridiculous.”
You, however, were intrigued by the proposition. “Come on, Kee, how would we do it?”
Jiung whipped back around to find you leaning forward curiously as you beckoned Keeho to continue, but he spoke before Keeho had the chance.
“You can’t be serious?”
You paid Jiung no mind, only nodding for Keeho to speak, and his smile widened.
“Hmm, we could just masturbate and whoever comes first, loses?”
Your heart began to beat faster at his suggestion, a shrill of excitement raking through you when both boys’ gazes dragged over your body, your legs pressing tighter together when your heat began to throb.
Jiung closed his mouth that had dropped open in shock, a look of bewilderment clouding his eyes when he realized just how serious you were being. He stood up with a huff and made his way over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, needing to put as much distance between himself and you as the idea simmered.
He listened to you and Keeho discuss what the challenge would entail as he unscrewed the cap from the bottle, gulping down the cold liquid to cool his warming body.
“Let’s make it more interesting; the loser has to suffer a punishment.” Keeho hummed thoughtfully at your idea as he began thinking of other rules to put in place.
Jiung couldn’t believe his ears. It was absurd. Even just thinking about you, sitting across from him, touching yourself in the most intimate way, was overwhelming. But the more he listened to you discuss it, the tighter he felt his pants stretching, his growing erection straining in the fabric.
The room felt unbearably hot. He gulped down more of the water until barely any was left. His hair had begun to stick to his sweat-slicked forehead, his cheeks flaming red when he heard you say, “—and we're not allowed to stop. We have to keep going until one of us comes, and if anyone pulls their hand away, they lose.”
“You guys are crazy,” he mumbled, already collecting his belongings to head home. “Have fun.”
You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms, your earlier irritation returning. “We’re all friends here, Jiung. What's the harm? Unless it’s because you know you’ll lose.”
He paused, his hand on the door, and turned back around to face you. “T-thats not the point,” he repeated weakly, his eyes shutting tight when his voice came out shaky, your frown lifting into a smug smile.
“That’s exactly the point,” you stood and made your way over to him, his breath hitching when you were close enough for him to smell your perfume. You placed your hand on the jacket in his arms, tugging slightly as his grip on it loosened. You reached for his hand next, your fingers brushing his as you took his keys from him as well, finally whispering just loud enough for him to hear, “Come on, Ji… prove us wrong.”
You could see the resolve crumbling in his dilated eyes as they stared back at you, flicking to Keeho over your shoulder. His hand slowly slipped off the door, falling back to his side, and you smiled so wide your cheeks began to ache.
“Lovely,” you turned back to find Keeho watching the exchange intently on the edge of his seat. You smirked at him with a nod, already walking away from the living room. “Both of you, follow me.”
The next thing you knew, you were sitting with your back pressed against the headboard of your bed, legs spread and bare, Keeho and Jiung sat opposite you.
You’d been going at it for five minutes already, one leg bent at the knee, the other splayed to the side to make sure they could see every inch of your dripping cunt. You tried to focus your fingers on your soaked folds, spreading them wide open to circle and rub at your hole, then back up, avoiding your clit at all costs to last as long as possible.
There had to be some strategy behind this, because you wanted to win, first and foremost. You had a point to prove. But with your two very attractive friends spread in front of you, it was becoming harder to avoid the throbbing bundle of nerves that ached to be touched as your eyes darted between them.
Keeho jerked himself with long, slow strokes, twisting his hand down his thick cock all the way to the base, then back up again to brush over his tip. His bottom lip was pulled tight between his teeth as he watched you carefully, his sharp eyes holding an intensity you hadn't seen before.
Jiung was the complete opposite. His hand moved with quick, shallow strokes, focusing on his shaft right below the bright red tip already dripping precum. His face mirrored a similar color, his cheeks flushed red, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. A delighted smirk grew on your lips at the sight of him already so flustered and worked up. No wonder he’d been so defensive earlier—he clearly didn’t have the self-control to prolong his orgasm.
When Jiung shut his eyes and stretched his head back to force the moan threatening to escape him away, you cast your eyes back to Keeho, nudging your head subtly in Jiung’s direction with a questioning look. When Keeho’s own smirk deepened and he nodded, you knew he understood what you were asking.
Teaming up on him wasn’t fair—you knew that. But he’d been arguing with you a lot lately, and you wanted nothing more than to finally put him in his place and teach him a lesson. And Keeho, well, you were sure he just wanted to see Jiung suffer.
When his eyes opened again, they looked hazy and clouded with lust. They landed on your face, tracing the slope of your nose down to your slightly parted lips, but never lower than that. You could see the concentration etched on his face as he fought against every urge to look down.
Oh—so he had his own strategy. It didn’t matter, though, because if there was one thing you knew about him, it was that he easily gave in to temptation.
Keeho’s gravely moan drew your attention back to him, “Fuck, look at her, Ji, she’s so wet for us. Likes to talk a big game, but she’s just as desperate.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to gauge how this was helping Jiung lose faster, but when his cocky smirk deepened, you decided to put your faith in him. Especially when Jiung’s eyes snapped down to your parted legs, right where your fingers had formed a V shape to spread your folds wide open. His eyes quickly returned to yours, but it was too late. You saw the way his hand faltered on his cock, squeezing hard and slipping to the base to physically hold his orgasm back. A thick bead of precum welled at his slit and dribbled over and down his length for good measure.
Keeho let out a low, amused chuckle from your left, his own fist still moving in those long, controlled strokes. “Stop teasing yourself, baby. Slide two fingers inside that pretty pussy. It’s only fair.”
Your breath hitched, the command sending goosebumps across your arms and legs even as your irritation grew. If forcing you closer to your own orgasm would make Jiung come first, then so be it. You lowered your fingers to your clenched hole, applying pressure until they slipped in, your head falling back against the headboard with a shaky exhale at the stretch.
“Nice and deep. Let us hear how wet you are.”
You followed his instructions, sinking your fingers knuckle deep, then back out with an audible squelch.
“Good fucking girl,” Keeho praised, voice dropping lower as his own fist tightened around his cock, stroking even slower to savor the sight. “Now curl them up. Feel how tight you are? Fuck I bet you’re clenching already. Imagine how much better it would feel if it were one of us stretching you open instead. Wouldn’t you like that, Jiung?”
You were so distracted by Keeho’s velvety voice that you almost forgot that Jiung was the real target here. A helpless whimper escaped him, his hips jerking, thighs trembling as he tried to keep his pace steady. But he couldn’t help it—his eyes dropped.
They locked onto your cunt, watching how your fingers disappeared inside yourself, the pool of arousal growing every time you pumped them in and out. The flush on his cheeks had spread down his neck, blooming softly against his chest. He looked so devastating like this, so flustered and so obviously aching.
You moaned, the sound louder than you intended. The combination of Keeho’s filthy words and Jiung’s wrecked expression was making your clit throb painfully. You wanted to rub it so badly, wanted to relieve yourself of the pressure, but you held back, focusing instead on the drag of your fingers against your walls.
But then Keeho spoke again, “Don’t forget about your clit, baby. I can see how needy it is from here.”
“Keeho—” you warned, voice shaky because you were right there, teetering, his voice threatening to send you over before Jiung. But he only smirked wider, clearly enjoying how strained you sounded.
He ignored you, eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. “Do it. Press two fingers right on that swollen little clit and rub.”
You pushed your annoyance aside to obey. With your fingers still fucking yourself, you moved your other hand to your clit, the first slow circle drawing a sharp cry from you. Your legs trembled as you focused on keeping them from closing.
Keeho groaned loudly, his hand moving faster now, his free hand gripping his thigh tightly, nails digging into the skin as he tried to force himself to slow down. That’s when you realized that he was also doing this for himself—he wanted to watch you fall apart on his words just as badly as he wanted to ruin Jiung.
“That’s it… You’re doing so well. But you can go faster than that, right? We can see how needy and desperate you are. Can’t we, Jiung?”
You kept your eyes on Jiung as your fingers worked faster. Every little sound he made, every low whine and whimper, made the coil in your belly pull tighter until you felt dangerously close to losing.
His strokes had lost their rhythm, his hips bucking into his hand instead. He looked so utterly mesmerized by you, his eyes wide and worshipful, fixed on your cunt with a raw hunger. He had to be close. But you were too; you needed to change directions.
“Fuck Ji,” You said his name with a breathy sigh, smiling when he reached a hand out to grip the sheets in front of him to steady himself as his body shook from the stimulation, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek. “Look at you shaking. You’re not even trying to hide how badly you need to come. Does it ache? Does it hurt, baby?”
His head snapped up at the pet name, eyes glassy and barely there. “S-shut up—”
“But you’re so pretty like this,” you taunted. “All red and desperate, trying so hard to hold back. But you’re losing, Ji. I can see it. Your cock is twitching so pathetically—just look at how much you’re dripping for me. Bet it would feel so good twitching inside me right now.”
You could smell the three of you now in the room—the scent of sex thickening the air. It made your head spin. The pressure was building fast. You tried to slow your fingers, but the way both of them watched you made it impossible.
Keeho groaned beside you, his pace quickening as he drank in the scene. “You hear that? She’s thinking about you. Bet you’d last three strokes before you filled her up like a loser.”
Jiung’s hand sped up, the wet slap of his skin growing faster and more erratic. His eyes screwed shut tightly as you quickly followed Keeho’s words.
“Jiung,” you cooed, pulling your fingers from your stretched pussy as you continued rubbing your clit. “Look at my pussy. Watch how it flutters every time you make those desperate little sounds. You want to come so bad, don’t you? It’s okay… You can let go. We all know you’re going to lose.”
Keeho’s voice encouraged him further. “Come on, Ji. Stop fighting it. You’re right there, just let it happen. Be a good boy and come.”
Those two words seemed to blaze through whatever was left of his pride.
“It hurts—” he finally gasped, voice cracking. His hand faltered at his tip, squeezing it so tightly his whole body convulsed. “It fucking hurts—please, I can’t—can’t hold it—”
“There’s no shame in it. It’s okay,” you were desperate now, wanting to reach your own release just as badly. “Come for me.”
His body jerked forward with a strangled cry, hips bucking wildly in his hand as thick ropes of cum painted the sheets in front of him. His hand kept moving through it, milking every pulse while his whole body shuddered and his eyes fluttered half-shut in overwhelmed bliss.
The sight of him—flushed, trembling, completely ruined—ripped your own orgasm from you before you could stop it. Your fingers pressed hard against your clit as you plunged your fingers back into your cunt.
Pleasure crashed over you in blinding waves, your head slamming back against the headboard as you cried out. Your thighs shook, cunt gushing slick around your fingers while white-hot ecstasy flooded every nerve. You rode it helplessly, hips grinding into your hand, moans spilling unrestrained as the pleasure consumed you.
You were so lost in it—so deep in the pulsing, shuddering bliss—that you didn’t even notice Keeho’s low, guttural groan beside you, or the way his fist stuttered, and his own release painted his toned stomach in heavy streaks.
The wet sound of his climax was drowned beneath the roar of your own heartbeat in your ears, your body too wracked with aftershocks to register anything beyond the overwhelming heat still coursing through you.
The room was silent, filled only with your ragged breaths as you dragged your fingers away from your oversensitive clit, thighs still twitching. Your glare landed on Keeho, chest heaving. “You asshole. You were trying to make me lose, too.”
Keeho’s lips curved into that lazy, satisfied smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in your flushed, irritated expression. He tilted his head, biting his bottom lip like your annoyance was the cutest thing he’d ever seen
“Yeah?” he murmured, voice still rough. “And you still held out until he came first. Such a good girl.”
“Asshole,” You mumbled, throwing a pillow at his head and cringing when it landed on his cum streaked stomach. “Whatever, Jiung still lost, just as expected.”
You looked over at Jiung, who was still trying to catch his breath, cheeks still red with embarrassment at having come first. Yet his gaze remained helplessly locked between your spread thighs, transfixed on the way your release dripped slowly from your cunt, slick trails glistening as they slid down your skin.
You couldn't believe him. “Pathetic,” you murmured, voice still airy from your orgasm. “Can’t even pretend to be mad when you’re staring at my dripping pussy like you want to lick up every drop. Look at you, Jiung. Already getting hard again.”
His eyes widened further, face flushing an even deeper shade of red as he finally tore his gaze away and down to his twitching cock. He looked mortified, lips parting but no words coming out, just a shaky exhale that made your skin tingle.
Keeho chuckled lowly from his side of the bed. “Round two? Don’t we get to punish him?”
Jiung’s eyes snapped wide with fear, his whole body tensing. Yours, meanwhile, lit up with excitement, a fresh pulse of heat curling low in your belly at the prospect.
“N-no, please—I can’t— right now?” Jiung stuttered, voice cracking as he tried to sit up straighter, hands fumbling uselessly to cover his spent cock.
You shook your head, still smiling. “That was the deal, Jiung. You lost. Fair and square.”
Keeho turned to you, one brow arched in curious amusement, his own spent cock twitching slightly against his thigh. “Have anything in mind?”
You paused, tapping a finger against your lips as you thought. A slow smirk curved your mouth. You nodded once, then slid off the bed, feeling both their eyes follow you curiously across the room. Opening your closet, you pulled out a plain box from the top shelf, lifted the lid, and drew out a length of soft black rope and a sleek gag.
Both their eyes widened—Jiung’s in fear, while Keeho’s filled with happy shock, a delighted grin breaking across his face.
“Wow, you’re a freak,” Keeho said, clearly impressed.
You felt heat bloom across your cheeks but met his gaze without flinching. “I know you’re not talking.”
You made your way back over to them, the rope and gag in your hands, the weight of both men’s stares sending a comforting flush spread across your skin. “Don’t think of it as a punishment, Ji,” you said softly, voice laced with mock tenderness. “I’m actually trying to help you.”
You leaned in, settling one knee on the mattress so you could rest a hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle jump beneath your palm. “I’m going to tie you up so you can’t touch yourself, and you’re going to watch Keeho and me. Maybe that will teach you to last longer.”
Jiung looked hesitant, eyes darting between the rope and your face. He didn’t want to back out now—not when you already thought he was so easy—so he gave a small, shaky nod. You smirked, satisfied, then cupped his jaw and pressed a gentle kiss to his burning cheek.
“You can take it,” you whispered against his skin, breath warm.
You instructed him to sit back against the headboard. Keeho watched in silence, cock already half-hard again as you followed Jiung onto the bed, swinging your thighs on either side of his lap. Your dripping cunt hovered just above his twitching length, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from you but never touching. The proximity alone made his chest heave, cock jerking visibly in the air between you, a fresh bead of precum welling at the tip.
You reached for his wrists, guiding them up above his head and securing them to the headboard with the rope.
His cock twitched harder in anticipation, brushing almost accidentally against the inside of your thigh and drawing a choked sound from behind his clenched teeth.
You tested the rope with a firm pull, making sure it held without digging too deeply into his skin. Then you looked down at him, cupping his flushed cheek with one hand. “Is it too tight?”
His heart swooned at the careful way you checked on him, eyes softening despite the gag still waiting in your other hand. He shook his head, swallowing hard, and you nodded, pleased.
Finally, you held up the gag. “Open up for me.”
Jiung obeyed with a trembling breath. You slipped the gag between his lips, buckling it behind his head, then rubbed your thumb soothingly over his cheek with a small smile. Satisfied with your work—the sight of him bound, gagged, and helplessly hard—you crawled to the edge of the bed beside Keeho to admire him fully.
His hand reached out to settle warm and heavy on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles into the sensitive skin there. The casual possessiveness of it sent a fresh shiver racing up your spine.
“Look at him,” you murmured, voice low and teasing as you let your gaze drift back to Jiung. “So pathetic like this. Already so worked up just from being tied and gagged. Poor thing can’t even hide how much he loves it.”
Keeho nodded, eyes gleaming with dark amusement as his fingers tightened slightly on your thigh. “This is torture enough. Let’s not make him wait.” He turned toward you, lips finding the curve of your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your throat.
You rolled your eyes even as you tilted your head to give him better access, the scrape of his teeth drawing a quiet sigh from your lips. “You’re just as impatient,” you breathed.
He hummed against your skin. “'Cause I’ve thought about fucking you a lot.”
Your cheeks heated instantly, a flush spreading down your neck. “Keeho,” you scolded, though the protest lacked any real bite.
“Don’t act like you haven’t,” he countered, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You made eye contact with Jiung across the small distance, holding his wide, desperate gaze. “Once or twice,” you admitted softly, the corner of your mouth curving.
Keeho smiled against your neck, then pulled back just enough to look at Jiung. The moment their eyes met, Jiung knew exactly what was coming; he shook his head frantically, muffled protests rising behind the gag, panic flashing bright in his eyes.
“I’ve actually thought about asking you to do this,” Keeho continued, voice smooth and merciless, “but that one over there would never let me.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing between them as Jiung’s desperate eyes begged Keeho to stop. “What do you mean?”
Keeho smirked, dragging his hand higher up your thigh. “He has a little crush on you. Never let me make a move. That’s why he was so embarrassed earlier.”
Jiung whimpered around the gag, the sound broken and humiliated, his bound wrists flexing uselessly against the rope. You smiled, slow and delighted at the new information, a warm spark of satisfaction filling your chest as you watched him struggle against the restraints.
“Oh… is that why you were so passionate about our argument earlier?” you asked, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You didn’t want me to think you come fast. Didn’t want me to know how much of a pathetic slut you are cause you have a crush on me?”
His cock twitched again at your words, another helpless sound muffled behind the gag. You leaned back against Keeho’s chest, letting the revelation settle between the three of you.
“Well,” you said softly, eyes locked on Jiung’s flushed, wrecked face, “I guess this really is a punishment then.”
You pulled Keeho up with you so you were both on your knees in front of Jiung, giving him one last slow smile before turning to Keeho. Your hands cupped his face, thumbs brushing along his jawline as you pulled him in.
The kiss was instantly messy—lips sliding wet and urgent, tongues pushing past teeth in slick strokes. Your noses bumped as you shifted the angle of the kiss, trying to taste him deeper, desperate for more. Your fingers pulled at his shirt, yanking it upward as he mirrored you without breaking the kiss, palms skimming under your hem and dragging the fabric off in one rough tug.
Keeho pulled back just enough to look down, eyes widening at the sight of your bare breasts, nipples already hard and drawing him in. He pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, the sudden heat of skin on skin making your back arch. He leaned down, mouth closing hot and wet around one nipple, tongue swirling before his lips sucked hard enough to send sparks racing straight between your legs.
“I knew you’d be good with your tongue,” you gasped.
Jiung strained against the rope, wrists flexing hard enough that the headboard creaked. His cock hardened fully, rising to press flushed and heavy against his own stomach, the tip glistening.
Keeho pulled away from your chest with a cocky smile, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, lifting and wrapping them around his waist with strength. He lowered you onto the bed, hovering over you, hips nestled between your spread legs as his gaze flicked sideways, locking onto Jiung’s as he began trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, ribs, the soft plane of your belly, until his shoulders settled between your thighs.
He didn't waste time as his tongue slid through your folds, lapping slowly at the slick remnants of your earlier orgasm.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, loud enough for Jiung to hear every word. “Bet you wish you could taste her right now.”
Jiung’s eyes glistened, tears clinging to his lashes as he whimpered behind the gag.
Your back arched clean off the mattress when Keeho’s tongue flicked perfectly over your clit, pleasure spiking hot and bright. Your head twisted against the sheets so you could look straight at Jiung. He was falling apart, his own back arched away from the headboard, knees folded inward, hips twitching uselessly in the air as he tried to find any friction, any relief from the aching pressure.
“Ji,” you moaned, never breaking his eye contact, “fuck—you look so pretty.”
You clamped your thighs around Keeho’s head, the overstimulation from your earlier orgasm making your puffy pussy flutter and ache against his tongue. Your hands flew to your breasts, squeezing your nipples between trembling fingers as the next climax built fast. Just as your stomach clenched, Keeho pulled away, laughing against your inner thigh. You whined his name, hips chasing his mouth in desperation.
“Annoying,” you gasped, scowling.
He only surged up to kiss you, messy and deep, tongue still coated in your taste. “When are you gonna realize that you calling me names only turns me on more?” He tapped your cheek lightly, the playful slap making your scowl deepen. “Come on. On your hands and knees. Let’s really give him something to watch.”
You rolled your eyes but obeyed, turning over so you faced Jiung directly. He looked like he was on his last breath—chest heaving, chin slick with drool, his stomach bowing in on itself. You reached for his knees, parting them wider so you could settle between his legs on all fours, close enough to touch him if need be.
You liked this angle; you could stare straight into his wide, watery eyes while Keeho fucked you for the first time.
Keeho’s hands gripped your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he lined himself up. The first slow push of his cock into your soaked heat drew a shared moan from both of you—tight, velvet walls clenching around him as your bodies learned each other.
"K-kyo... fuck—I think you're too big."
You regretted the words as soon as you said them, not wanting to boost his ego even more, but he was only halfway in, and you already felt incredibly full.
He rubbed your ass as you adjusted to his size, pushing forward once he knew you were okay. "Don't worry, I'll make it fit."
Jiung whimpered behind the gag, eyes fixed on the way Keeho’s cock disappeared fully inside you, his own hips jerking involuntarily, aching to feel just a fraction of the heat Keeho was feeling.
You stayed on your hands, your tits bouncing each time Keeho thrusted into you. Then you lowered your chest to the mattress, pressing your cheek near Jiung’s knee and curving your spine deeply so he could watch every punishing slap of Keeho’s hips against your ass, the wet sound of your cunt taking him filling the room.
“Look at you, Jiung,” you cooed condescendingly. “Poor baby. Look how pathetic you are, all tied up and dripping while your friend fuck. Such a good, messy boy, taking your punishment without even being allowed to touch.”
Jiung writhed harder, back arching away from the headboard, legs squirming as fresh tears slipped down his cheeks. He looked so overwhelmed, sobs muffled behind the gag, every muscle straining uselessly. The tip of his cock dragged against his stomach with each desperate buck, and suddenly his hips lifted upward.
A weak, pathetic orgasm spilled from him—thin, watery ropes that barely pulsed, soaking his still-hard cock and dripping to his lap. His eyes rolled back, a broken cry leaving him as the unsatisfying release left him shaking.
You moaned louder as Keeho drove deeper, the sight of Jiung coming untouched pushing you over.
“Oh—Keeho, right there, y-yes—” Your orgasm crashed through you, walls pulsing tight around his cock. Keeho groaned, thrusting a few more times before he pulled out and stroked himself, finishing across your ass and lower back, hips jerking with each spurt.
He sat back on his knees, one hand rubbing slow circles over your cum-smeared ass as you came down, breath ragged. “Shit… look at that. Jiung came untouched just from watching.”
You turned your head, eyes dropping back to Jiung’s cock. “Can that even be considered an orgasm?” you murmured, voice sweet and cruel.
Crawling forward on shaky limbs, you reached up and unbuckled the gag, pulling it free. Drool coated his swollen lips as he sobbed openly, tears flowing freely. You cupped his cheek, thumb brushing away the moisture.
“You still need to come right? Properly.”
He sniffled hard and nodded, his pupils dilated so wide you could only see black. You kissed one of his salty tears away and nodded. “It’s okay, I'll take care of you. You deserve that much.”
Your hand wrapped slowly around his sensitive tip, stroking him with care. It took only a few firm jerks before he was crying out, thicker spurts coating your fingers—still nowhere near the force of his first orgasm, but enough to leave him more satisfied than the last. You giggled softly at how quickly he fell apart, glancing over at Keeho, who watched the two of you with a raised brow.
Jiung leaned forward, forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder, body trembling with fatigue. You reached up, carefully untying his wrists and bringing his arms down. Your fingers rubbed gently at the faint red marks the rope had left, then you pressed soft kisses to each one. “You’re okay, Jiung. You took the punishment so well, such a good boy.”
Keeho scoffed from behind you. “He literally came untouched—”
You shushed him sharply, "He's sensitive."
Jiung only shuddered harder, pressing his tear-streaked face into your chest with a broken sniffle.
Keeho rolled his eyes, getting up to clean himself off while mumbling, "He's a loser."
Jiung barely heard him, too focused on the way you rubbed the nape of his neck, smoothing his messy hair down with care, smiling at the words you spoke next.
sypnosis ; jiung takes you to a nice hotel for your birthday, the room he rented also comes with a nice view of the city.
warnings : p in v smut, lingerie, praise, jiung is a bit subby, unprotected sex, and slight profanity, NOT PROOFREAD AND PROBABLY VERY CRINGE. anyway happy 4mil! 🥳
you knew jiung went all out for this trip, but you really weren’t expecting this. the hotel jiung rented was perfect, a queen sized bed with huge fluffy white sheets you could only imagine felt like you were laying on a cloud. the counters were marble that complimented the matching tiles in the bathroom, that even though it was small, you could tell it cost a fortune to build.
but the best thing of all had to be the window view looking over seoul. everyone from the gorgeous view looked so small, and that wasnt your favorite thing about it, instead it was how romantic it felt.
you could imagine you and jiung in bed, looking over the city, a glass of wine in your hand, the industrial fireplace lit and some slow music playing in the background. you felt like the main character of one of your favorite romance novels.
“happy birthday love,” a calm familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
jiung planted a quick kiss on your cheek and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
“do you enjoy the view?” his lips barely brushed your ear and you shivered. something about him right now was really throwing you off.
instead, you brushed it off. you didnt want any awkward feelings getting in the way of your perfect night with the man you love most.
“i love it ung, thank you so so much!”
you really did love it, and you could not wait for it to be dark out so you could see the lively city buzzing at some of its livliest hours. cars honking, tourists stumbling down the streets with awe, couples taking the alleyways home, and foodtrucks being packedz
“i actually have another present for you.” jiung said, pulling away from you, jiung walked over to his bag and started to dig for something. “awe, ji you didnt have to!”
you placed a hand on his shoulder and peered into his bag. “its actually a bit of a present for me too.”
considering his words, you thought about all the possible items it could be. for him too..? you genuinely had no idea what it could.
eventually, jiung found what he was looking for. clearing his throat, he handed you a baby pink box decorated with a satin pink bow that was a shade darker than the the box.
you carefully undid the bow, unwrapping it with grace. you looked up at jiung who was standing before you with a smile on his face, the same one you would put a bucket on your head and go to war for.
he glanced down at the box, then back up at you before nodding at the box again. his silent way of telling you to continue. so you did. you pulled the top right off the box, revealing a beautiful pink lace babydoll lingerie set, made from the finest silk.
jiung wasnt lying when he said the gift was for you and him. his big calloused hands took the box from your smaller ones and set it directly onto the bed.
“so do you like it?” jiung brought his hand up to brush a stray hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.
you nodded and felt your cheeks start to heat up.
“well how about you try it go try it on f’me okay, love?” he asked. “wanna see you in it.”
you picked the box up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom to try the set on. around 4 minutes later you emerged from the bathroom, the set actually fit you perfectly like it was custom made for you. it wasnt too itchy, or too big, it fit every right curve perfectly and you didnt look half bad in it.
as soon as jiung saw you he stopped what he was doing, he just stared at you with what only could be described as awe. it was so quiet you could only hear the two of your guys’ synchronised breathing.
“wow you look breathtaking.” jiung murmured. you giggled. what a dork. you were in skimpy lingerie and thats all he could say??
your thoughts were shut down once again by him when he cut you off with a kiss. you kissed back, deepening the kiss, jiung tilted his head back. your arms wrapped around his neck, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you pulled him closer.
you stumbled back onto the bed and broke the kiss to unbutton his shirt. “fuck.” he whimpered, “i cant. i need to be inside you.”
you slipped the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders with ease then reached for his belt. which you had to admit was a bit of a struggle. after struggling with it for a few minutes you groaned. “why is this so difficult!”
he chuckled and nudged your hands away from his belt to undo it himself. unlike you, he was quick to unbuckle it and threw it onto the floor next to his shirt.
“lay on the bed.” instead of being a brat, you decided to listen to his requests. your back fell onto the cloud sheets and you sighed with ease. you almost forgot about how you had a whole half naked man in front of you.
jiung picked your legs up and spread them, the sight was something he was looking forward to the whole night, the tent in his pants getting tighter.
he reached down and pulled the lingerie bottoms out of the way of your heat, finally exposing you to himself as you writhed beneath him. he shushed you while his fingers caressed your folds.
“shh pretty girl.” jiung murmured. he dropped his head down to your stomach, leaving kisses from your abdomen down to your thighs. your hands instinctively threaded though his hair and you moaned. “been dreaming about this alllll day.”
yeah, the teasing was fun and all but it was getting old. you just wanted him to hurry up. “please ung… please.” you whined and it caught his attention. he looked up from inbetween your legs where he was kissing and smirked at you “use your words precious.”
his ears couldnt be prepared for what was to come out of your mouth next.
“please jiung - just fuck me.”
immediately sitting up, jiung shoved his pants off along with his boxers. your eyes settled on his cock, pale and flush against his tummy stopping right about where his belly button is.
you gulped, jiung had been busy often so you hadnt had much to time to have sex. he was either at the dance studio, the recording room, or on tour. you didnt remember him being this big.
he slapped his dick against your folds making you jump. “just tell me when youre ready, love.” you looked up at him through your eyelashes and nodded. “im ready.”
with a single thrust, jiung entered you with a moan and you rocked your hips against his. his hand found yours and he entertwined your fingers with his, rocking into you with ease.
he was big, yeah, but he fit inside you almost perfectly. there wasnt a single moment you felt too empty or too full.
your eyes fluttered shut with pleasure, and you took it onto yourself to just enjoy it and relax.
“is this okay? or do you want me to speed up?” jiung whispered against your neck before kissing it.
with a airy gasp you nodded. “please… ung need more.” you said, moaning and whining between every few breaths. jiungs hands moved to your waist, propping you up a bit before fucking into your cunt harder than before.
“oh..oh..” you whimpered and gripped his shoulders hard probably leaving marks but you didnt care. you needed him closer.
jiung kissed you, tongue colliding against yours before breaking it. “your getting close arent you?” he huffed out, your legs wrapped around his and you let out a choked sound that kinda sounded like a vocal cry.
he reached his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, his thumb moved swiftly against the nub.
“i cant ungie! im gonna..” your back arched off the bed, and your orgasm washed over you, your chest heaving heavily as jiung continued to pound into you.
“fuck.. me too.” he quickly pulled out of you, stroking himself a few times before cumming all over your pussy and lower tummy.
his body collapsed onto yours immediately after cumming and he let out a sigh.
“that was really nice.” he laughed, the laugh breathy and tired.
he reached over you to grab a box of tissues he pulled a thin piece of tissue out and cleaned you up.
“i think this has to go in the wash.” his fingers toyed with the straps of your lace bralette.
he crawled up next to you and wrapped his arm around you, looking out the window at all the sights. it truly was the romantic night you were wanting it to be, just maybe with a few other little details.
hi on your text message posts, all of them state “this is ai” can you clarify if you are using ai to write or feeding images into ai?
it just rubs me the wrong way and i hope you can stop using it and write your own works.
nono 😭 i am STRICTLY against ai ESPECIALLY in writing and art as an artist and someone who is trying to get better at writing, i genuinely have no idea why it says ai. but the app is called memi message if you want to check it out yourself, you can write your own messages. i hope this clarifies, if not i can post a screen recording of myself typing the chats out!
im thinking he would have a skinnier dick 😭😭 paleish, with a pinkish brown tip. has a slight curve to it.
probably around 4-4.5 inches, also has leaky precum and keeps himself trimmed. probably uncircumcised.
keeho
thick, keeho himself is muscly and more built so it just makes sense. he also has a few prominent veins that are noticeable. keeho is more on the tan side so i would imagine the base would have a darker tint along with the tip, also a fat pair of balls to compliment his dick.
DEFINITELY CIRCUMCISED. also, very much so shaved, likes to keep it neat not only for his partner but also for himself.
jiung
perfect amount of girth and length. not too huge it will hurt, not too small you cant feel anything. just about average. contrary to keeho, jiung is naturally pale so pale dick, pale tip.
i am the jiung bush believer, obviously not wild but not clean shaved or overly trimmed, he just has a nice bush. has a curve to his dick as well, and knows how to use it. maybe about one vein and maybe around 4.5-5 inches.
intak
fat cock. nice size. uncircumcised, and his dick is a honeyish color with a brown tip. not much curve to it though sadly but you can still do wonders on that thing. 🥹
trims a little, mainly his balls for the most part since he doesn’t feel too confident if his nuts are hella hairy lol.
soul
i believe he would be the smallest out of all of them, but not TOO small of course. even though he might be on the smaller side he still can use it like theres no tomorrow.
around 3.5-4 inches, pale and hangs a little when he’s hard. circumcised, and has a nice mushroom tip. doesnt shave, like at all. unless its annoying him he doesnt like to shave.
jongseob
a little tan, skinny, and slightly long. also, circumsised and has that tiny curve. his dick sits pretty against his stomach when he gets hard.
pubic hair wise, jongseob is a little trimmed. doesnt worry TOO much about hair but definitely can tell when its becoming a bit of a problem unlike soul.
also, he has a nice pair of balls simillar to keeho just a bit smaller.
Hi! Lwk scared to request so I’m hiding behind anon :’) But if you could do smut hc’s where the reader did that trend where people were putting photo cards of their bias in their bra pretty please!
bra trend !
sypnosis ; sending your boyfriend a provacative photo of his photocard in your bra!
warnings ; none of the photos used belong to me or have any of the p1harmony members in them 😭 so just imagine it, nudity, horny p1h
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