drug dealer ray toro x reader
nsfw. slight dddne. he's kinda your friend. kinda.
tw: drug convo, rough handling. praise and not so nice shit. etc etc etc.
Its 35
fr me? xx
just get outside
Its a fucking nice car, even if it is called an oldmobile. Its confusing how the cops haven’t picked him out yet- patrolling your neighbourhood like a circling hawk. It splutters down the road, loud and clanky. Stinks up the street with gasoline and burnt rubber and shitty weed. But you watch as he pulls up, rolls the window down. You can see his curly hair move out the window like a grass reed in wind. Sunset catches it, and he’s almost ginger. You run downstairs before he pulls away like he did the week before.
The door is open, so you shift yourself in the passenger seat and nod to him. He’s so broad, it’s like he takes up half the car. “We’ll go somewhere n’then we can switch hands okay-are you in your fucking pjs?”. Pastel shorts and a large t-shirt. You laugh as you roll down your window. Poking him once to see him tense up. Its a school night. This is for tomorrow. He huffs once, shakes his head out, and puts the car in drive.
“A school night- you’re not in college-“ its a Wednesday, you think im buying a bag of pills for a fuckin’ Wednesday?- “I dunno what you do for work I was assuming-“ I don’t do pills on a Wednesday, ray-i’ve got standards.
You remember when he first told you his name. His actual name. He picked you up at a drop off point near a club, you got in and he could tell, I mean it was fucking obvious that something was off. He gave you a discount on the bag of e, ruffled your hair and took your phone from your hand. “Look-we’re-we’re friends now okay? Its ray, not fuckin’ jet my name is ray.” He changed his name in your contacts and snapped a picture of him smiling so wide you could see his wisdom teeth. It was so genuine you almost puked. Looking at him now, thats the only name he could be stupid enough to have. You keep driving.
“What’s it for then anyway-“ why do you care? “Cause we’re friends right?”
He brings it up so often, he protests it so much. friends. Friends with your dealer. But you don’t get coffee. You don’t even get shit from him for free, you don’t go shopping, or go to his house and watch movies. You drive around. You call every other night for hours on end. You’ve driven him to hospital. You’ve done a line off his wrist. you’re friends. Its a party club thing- yknow that girl Lisa? We’re going to it-like edm-trace shit I think? I dunno she wanted it-e’s not for like- “you- yeah I know.”
You’re on the motorway now. Lights flicking past the chrome silver of his headlights. The radios quiet, hank williams. Its peaceful, warm. Summers getting hotter. You trace a hand down your arm. It’s tacky with sweat and oil. Ray inhales like he’s trying to smell you. You don’t want to admit that you would let him.
Busy day? “Nah-school night. hah. Just like, meeting up with crash. handover. Yknow-“ and obviously you fucking don’t. But you get snippets. Crash is above ray, someone is above crash. One of those guys punched ray so hard that in ray’s own stupor he called you- like a month ago. Out of it- he asked you to come check him out. Checking him out meant driving him 15 minutes to the emergency room and lying to the poor nurse at the front desk that he fell down a flight of stairs. He slept on your floor that night. He asked if you guys could watch labyrinth. You couldn’t say no to him.
Any practice in? Or- “yeah a bit, my man’s old les Paul. Its good, you know im good.” And you are sure of that. You only really know him cause of music college. One semester where he blew kids out of the fucking water. But he had this job then- he still has this job now. Nothings really changed. He pulls in at a camp site and reaches behind your seat, his shirt rides up and you can see a line of sweat connecting the seam of his t-shirt, armpit to bellybutton. He doesn’t smell bad. You wanna huff him like fucking glue.
“Its 35- you got cash or bank transfer” remind me why I pay so fckinmuch- for this shit- “addictive personality? You like making sure my rent is payed? You’re a people pleaser who wants to see her best friend get drugged out her nut-“ you punch him in the thigh- he grips your wrist before you can even make impact. You forget who he is sometimes.
He’s too soft on you too much. “Don’t fucking do that.” You nod. You let him drop your wrist back at your own side. He’s too strong for his own good. You roll up your t-shirt, a fifty tucked into the seam of your panties. He watches it like you’re a las-vegas strip show. Eyes glued on glory.
“Look- I aint got 15 change- ive got 20,” I don’t know id have to bring my fckin penny’s- “quit fucking- could you shut up? You can get money off just. chill. Listen for fucks sake”
You nod. Unbuckle your belt and look at him again. Really look at him. He’s so much less nervous than he used to be. So much more calm, reserved. He drums his fingertips on the expanse of his thighs where black denim stretches over. It looks comfy.
“You could pay me back later, or you could get to work.” The choice of words is what gets you. Get to work. Do your job. Make my day. Its all the same language you’ve heard 50 times over. You’re friends, But you can get to work. You feel like kicking him. You’re unsure what would happen if you did. You still want to do it anyway- even if he’s saying it like a fucking pig.
Which-uh- “you can choose I don’t mind, you look good. I wanna get off. I couldn’t give a fuck.” flippant. Easy. You want to be the only girl who gets shit like this from him but you’re unsure. Are you his only female customer? Does that even fucking matter. You nod once, then roll your shorts down further. I just went to the dentist- he laughs as he rolls his seat back. “Sure you fucking did”
You let him get comfy. He unzips and untucks and your breath catches. Huge is a bit of an understatement. You laugh and consider making a joke about not needing to be a drug dealer when he could get a quick job in porn- but when you open your mouth, he slots two fingers in the divot of your jaw and tugs you forward so you’re on top of him. “kinda sad- I don’t get to use this fuckin’ mouth, but I knew you wouldn’t say no” his tone is mocking, humiliating.he kisses over his finger tips as he moves to jerk himself stiffer, the head of his cock nudging against your clit. You don’t make a noise. He takes that as a challenge.
“You not gonna speak? Say thanks ray for bein’ so nice to me? M’doing you a favour ykno- getting you off n getting you high-where the fuck is my reward-“ you try and mumble out something- give me the e for free and ill-but you’re unsure if your should try and make him laugh. You know there’s a gun in his centre console. It’s not unlike him to use it. As he circles your clit with his cock- you roll your head back and whine. He smiles like a wolf as he keeps going. “You know-i’ve had girls offer me fuckin’ anything for a cheap price, even-even their fuckin’ hair- but say the word- just fuckin mumble it- n’ill never let another girl on my cock again for you-“ and again. You don’t know if its genuine. You don’t know if anything since my name is ray has been fucking real. But it feels good to be useful, feels good to get a reward. You let the words jus’me slur out of your mouth- and he’s won all over again.
He pushes in quick- snaps his hips up to meet yours and he catches you when you pool into him. Tears lick at the corners of your eyes as he shushes you paternally. “Shhh-goodgood, I know, bigfuckin guy hm? You’re so good-shhh, gotcha birdie-feel good yet?, silly girl-“ you let your hips roll forward so you can nudge your clit into him. And It builds like a tsunami. You let it go- all of it. Moving his hands to cup over your tits, letting him bounce you’re like a toy or gif on reddit. Moaning his name like a mantra as the car heats up.
He scratches his nails into your hips, crescent moons that pinch at your sides. Licks a stripe up your neck as he ruts into you like a dog in heat. He mumbles praise and insults so quick its like whiplash. “Knew you take it like a fuckin whore shitshit/so pretty honey, wanted this forever forever/who knew my lil’ fuckin junkie was such a bimbo hm?/bounce on it c’mon, move bitch-good, fucking good girl hun-“
You let yourself cry as you’re used. You let yourself hold his jaw in your hand and spit insults back. You call him pathetic and he speeds up, you mumble cmon’ and he pushes deeper. You say its too much and he cums so deep inside you you swear you fucking bruise. But as he pants out long ruffled breaths, as he wipes sweat from his brow- he keeps himself buried in and rubs fast circles with the flat of his palm into your cunt- causing you to squirm and mark him back the way he did you. He’s coated in your wetness the same way you are.
You don’t know how long you were both out for. But the suns all the way down, and the forrest looks a lot worse this way. Ray is awake, scrolling on his phone over your shoulder. You can see him blocking numbers, texting people fuck no man in responses for pick ups, hook ups. You bite his shoulder and he knocks the side of your head with enough force that you make an oof noise.
“You gonna stop being a fuckin’ bitch now? You happy dipshit?” You let your headache ring out as you look next to you on the passenger seat. Your shorts are folded up with your $50 note rolled into a perfect tube, and 3 bags of small purple pills are arranged on top. Is this your version of getting me flowers?
He knocks a hand over your ass and laughs hard. “Pretty much.”
Context - 18+ MDNI, masturbation, migraines, hospitals, taking meds for said migraines.
Pairing -stripper!reader x Jack Abbot
Summary- t’s the day after a rememberable night with a stranger named Jack who’s a doctor with a prothetic leg. And there is a very unpredictable moment that changes the future for both.
A/n -I’m making this into a series it’s just too good not to continue it. So here’s part two it’s a bit longer but ends on a cliffhanger 😌🙂↕️ (don’t hate me)
It was a normal day. You woke up around noon staying up until about 2:30 at the club like most nights. You were still on a high from that night from meeting that silly silver haired Doctor Jack. Probably the most fun you’ve had in a long time. He literally made you come twice TWICE! Before he even finished the once. And the fact that he knew how to get you off? And you never even had to fake it like you had to with some other guys..
You let out a breathy laugh looking up at the ceiling the soft afternoon light coming through the blackout shades at the top and bottom. You barely saw his face just the sharp angles of his jaw, the stubble, the sly smirk, the soft silver in his hair not totally grey but turning grey for sure. You wished you could see him during broad daylight. Wish you can see all the facial expressions he made when he was happy, sad, especially the face he made when he was at his high, making you orgasm and the face he made during an orgasm. You think of how it felt to have him stretch your holes in the best way possible. The feeling sending a pulse to your cunt.
You look at your phone it was practically 6:30 am for you even though the clock read 12:30. You let out a breath. You unlock your phone opening a search engine typing “Doctor Jack Pittsburgh” immediately groaning 1500 results. You lock it dropping your phone beside you looking back up at the ceiling. Remembering the smirk on his lips, the angle of his jaw, the feel of his stubble against your neck, the feel of his fingers inside your needy cunt and against your clit sending a sharp pang of want again and the way he said “let me know if you wanna come like that again”.
And fuck did you want to come that hard again. Maybe that was some of the best sex you’ve had in a long time! Maybe ever.. you can feel the need pulsing through your body. You sigh softly as you worm your hand down your body between your legs feeling how soaked you already are through the cotton panties. You move your hand so it’s under them moving your fingers around your aroused clit, moving your finger back and forth over it in a soft motion imagining it being his thick fingers or what his tongue can do “I’m a doctor so I know the female anatomy” you replay his voice in your mind and it pulls a smile to your face of course the motherfucker was confident in his ability. You wonder how many other women he’s gotten off and it stabs at your chest. Deep jealousy growing. So much so it completely ruins your mood you open your eyes again groaning as you get out of bed.
You finally have a day off after what felt like an eternity. So you decide it’s a good day to go shopping. You slip on some leggings and a crop top putting on sunglasses as you step outside of your apartment. “It’s a warm one today” you say more to yourself than anyone else. You lock your apartment before heading down to your car. You pull your list out of your pocket for your groceries going over them to make sure you didn’t miss anything. You nod your head as you drive to one of the nicer stores on the other side of town. It’s a bit more busy on the roads today. School is out for the summer so of course everyone is trying to get out of the city.
You make it to the store grabbing your bags from the back of your car leaving your sunglasses on. And you start to feel a slight migraine coming on. You groan slightly rubbing at your temples stepping inside the cool store heading through the store with practices ease. You see a few costumers that have come in every once in a while with their wives which pulls a smile to your face. You knew you were a getaway for some men but you never deliberately walked up to them or their wives. You just walked through the store. Of course some people looked at you. You always got looks but it never really bothered you. And that’s when you heard it.
“Yeah, that was a crazy night” you heard the deep gravely voice of Jack… you never thought you would hear his voice ever again. You go to turn around wanting to see his face but you think better of it. This would be such an embarrassing place to see him. To see his face. You stand still looking at the selection of what? You inch closer crackers? Fucking hell of course they were crackers. You pretend to study them. Hoping he will pass by.
“‘Scuse me” he says his voice still sounds thick with sleep like he just woke up himself as he reaches for a box of crackers, you don’t look at him you just hum a quick “mhmm” moving out of the way and rolling the cart down the aisle. Your heart is absolutely pounding in your chest. Just about as hard as he pounded your cunt last night. The thought sends a pulse between your legs. You can’t believe you were this close to seeing what his face looked like you wanted to see his whole face not just bits and pieces. But it felt weird. Like it was too public for this moment.
You hope he didn’t see you not like this. Which was weird. He’d seen you practically naked last night…. You finish your shopping and head back out to your car loading up groceries when you see a bigger black truck that looks like someone paid a pretty penny for near the back of the lot. Maybe something a doctor could afford? You shake your head when you hear his voice again.
“Yeah, I work tonight. So I gotta try to get some sleep before heading in Robby. You think you can handle being at work?” He laughs and that laugh sends a pulse between your legs again you almost groan. You would jump that man in a heart beat. You finally look behind you seeing him walk to the same exact truck you were just looking at seeing the curly greying hair and his stature. He was a little bit taller than you. The shirt on him strained slightly from his shoulders and back muscles. Your gaze drifts down to his ass. You were no better than any man. As you bit your knuckle trying to suppress the sounds that wanted to escape your lips.
Someone made a loud crash he turned around and you turned around fast. Hoping he didn’t catch you staring at him. Practically drooling over his shoulders and back muscles. You get in your car and want to look up in the mirror but think better of it. Thankfully there was no one in the parking spot in front of you so you pull forward and drive away. Your heart is pounding in your chest again as you groan. You head pounding just as bad. You decide to cut the rest of the errands you had today short so you could take your meds which practically knocked you out.
You get home and unpack all the groceries and then take one of your migraine pills and then go take a shower and then change into a hoodie and some sleep shorts. Hoping it will calm your head down and take a nap.
You wake up a few hours later your head is still pounding and your vision has doubled slightly. As you blink awake you try to look at the time but it’s so blurry you can’t. Read the time you think it says 3:46 am? You practically slept the whole day. Fuck you groan out trying to unlock your phone this is the worst migraine you’ve had in a while so you call one of the other girls you work with.
“I think I need to go to the ER my head is killing me and I’m feeling super nauseous..” you tell her after she answers the phone.
“Yeah of course sweetie I’ll be there in about 20. I’ll come to your door and help you out.” She says her voice is soft but definitely concerned.
The time passes by slowly or at least it feels like it does. You hear a soft knock on your door. You get up and she helps you out to the car. Your head is just not letting up as she gets you to one of the closest hospitals. The waiting room is practically dead this time of night which makes it faster getting in and back into a room one of the nurses comes to grab you taking you into a closed room. Dimming the lights super low.
“Hello my name is Matteo I’ll be your nurse for tonight what’s been going on?” He asks his voice is so soft and sweet like he actually cares.
“Well I suffer from migraines. But I haven’t had one this bad in a while. It started this morning after I woke up.” You say your voice is hushed so it doesn’t rattle your brain too much. Matteo nods gently as he gets your vitals.
“Did you take anything for it?”
“Yes I took my rescue medication Razitriptan I took two. One at first and then another one an hour later. And I slept for probably a good 8 hours today and when I woke up I started feeling nauseous. And my neurologist said anytime that happens to get into the ER right away.” You watch as he starts the blood pressure cuff
He nods finishing the vitals repeating back what you said to make sure he heard properly and you nod. “Have you had an MRI recently?” You think about it and then shake your head.
“Maybe like 5 years ago.” You recall. Matteo nods jotting it down.
“Well we’re not sure who your doctor will be tonight just yet but hang tight we’ll have a doctor in shortly.” He gives you a small smile. And then shuts the lights off making it easier on your head.
Jack-
“Holy fuck..” he says out loud as him, Robby, Shen, and Ellis walked into a club. “Really a strip club?”
Ellis laughed “hey we thought it would be fun trying to get you out of your house for once or going to the same damn bar you’ve gone to the last 10 years. You deserve a little bit of excitement in your life. Plus I’ve heard the girls here are some of the best.” She elbows Jack. And Jack rolls his eyes.
“You would know the good strip clubs” Jack teased with no real heat behind it.
Shen and Robby just laugh as Robby opens the door.
“Booked out the whole place just for you Jack” Robby teases squeezing his shoulder as Jack walks past him.
“Wow just for me?” He says sarcastically. They walk into and the light is low the only real lights were on the stage and the one singular silver pole in the middle of it. A few of the dancers went and yeah they were good but then this guy kinda looked a little sleazy. But all strip clubs had guys that were sleazy, said “candy princessss.” And his bored gaze flicked up when he say the black silk floral robe as he shifted in his seat and they all watched as Jack shifted like he was trying to hide his now stiff cock. They all chuckled softly.
Robby leaned over “you like her don’t you?” Jack glared at him shoving him away as he brought his arm down in his lap trying to hide his stiffy. The way the song came on reminded him of those porno’s he still from his dad or his dad friends but he’s never heard the song must be a newer one. He was mesmerized by the way you moved so smoothly and elegantly like you have clearly put a lot of practice into this. He could tell and when the silk robe came off? It landed in his lap. His hand reached for it while his gaze never left you feeling the soft silk now wondering if your skin felt that soft under his calloused fingers. His body was thrumming with need. He smelt the robe and it smelt expensive. Like rose and gold if gold had a smell? Ellis and Shen looked at Jack as they elbowed each other letting out noises at you but jacks gaze never left yours, your body, your everything. And then just like that? The song was over he was so close to coming even just from watching you his cock was leaking pre-cum pretty much that whole dance. And he didn’t even touch his hard throbbing cock. You left the stage and he almost stood up wanting to pull you into his lap letting you know how hard you made him just from that.
They all chuckled as they looked at Jack. “Who should tell him?” Ellis spoke up. Jacks eyes shot to them.
“Tell me what?” His eyes furrowed. And Ellis could only smile.
“We figured she was your type. So we bought you a special gift” Shen has a smug look on his face.
“A gift?” Jack still confused.
Robby nodded “when the rest of them finish we’ll tell you.” His smirk just as smug.
And Jack? Couldn’t wait his body thrumming the whole time. He didn’t know how much longer he could last with how hard he was. And it never went away not with the silk robe still in between his fingers.
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The rest of the dancers finished he immediately turned “what? What is the gift?” He sounded a little too eager. All of them looked between each other.
“We bought you an hour with her..” Ellis finally speaks up. Jack almost came right there.
“An—an hour?” He choked out, they nodded and then there was a girl who came over.
“If you could follow me” her voice was smooth he stood up adjusting his jeans the one time he was thankful he didn’t have any clean boxers from laundry day. She opened a door as the light was low. He walked around the room seeing a couch along the long side of the wall. he probably wouldn’t be able to make out your face with how low the light was or you his. Which he was okay with. He was one of the most esteemed doctors in the Pittsburgh area. He liked the idea of anonymity. And then turned seeing a table that had condoms and lube on it. “Smart” he whispered to himself to protect himself and the girls.
He was still holding the robe in his hand he sat down in the arm chair. Antsy. Shaking his leg his cock was getting a little painful from how hard it was and how long he’s been hard from when you were on the stage.
He heard the door open and saw your figure in the low light but it was hard. The soft curves of you body making his dick harder than he’s ever though was possible. His jeans feeling even more tight and uncomfortable. And when you came over rubbing your hands on his thighs? He nearly combusted. He pulled you on his lap wanting you to touch his cock. Again he nearly came from even through the jeans. He nuzzled his nose against your breath and smelt you of course that expensive smell again rose and maybe it was actually something fruity? Strawberries? Whatever it was, was intoxicating. He muttered some words half not knowing what he was saying he was drunk on you and alcohol.
Touch her, touch her pussy, touch her. His brain told him. He needed to feel if you were just as worked up as his and when he asked feeling how soaked you were through that thin thong. Fuck he was done for. And then he pushed it aside feeling your slick folds he was gone. In pure bliss. Feeling how wet you were for him just from the brief moment.
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“Dude you were back there for a good while was it really that good?” Shen asks teasing.
“My lips are sealed man. And don’t even think about trying to go back there or anything.” Jack says a smile on his lips his dick still felt tingly (in a good way) after some of the best sex he’s had an it was with a complete stranger of a woman. Normally he didn’t like things like that. He likes building a connection with someone before they even get close to that but it was thrilling. And the way he casually said to let him know if you wanted to come like that again… like it was promise he would give you another great time.
There was still a night full of bar crawls and other things they planned. But the whole night? Jack couldn’t get the way you felt in his lap, how soft and smooth your skin felt. How that soft pink lace looked on you on stage.
———
“So we have a 28 yo female with known history of migraines. No known cause of migraine today took razitriptan as prescribed and followed doctor’s orders of going to the ER of onset nausea.” Matteo reports to all Ellis, Shen, and Abbot that are all around the desk.
“I already have a chest pain patient.” Ellis says
“I already have that trauma patient.” Shen says.
Abbot lets out a sigh. Grabbing the clip board “bunch of pussies” he says under his breath. Looking over the chart. He reads the name and going over everything else Matteo wrote down. “Go ahead and order an MRI and start a line. So we can get a banana bag going.” He stands up from the chair he was sitting in as he heads into the room.
“Good evening or morning however you wanna look at it. Miss y/l/n so you have a migraine?” His voice is smooth and soft. You hardly register it as your laying on the bed you back towards him you hum softly not trying to rattle your brain too much.
“Any vision changes in the last few hours?” He puts on a pair of gloves and turns the light on ever so slightly so he can see better.
“When I first woke up yes, but it’s getting slightly better” you finally speak up and then sit up when your eyes catch the side of his face. You laugh to yourself. *of course* the sharp of his jaw the way his lips moves as he spoke the greying of his hair.
He finally turns to you. And stops dead in his tracks as he was about to come closer. His brain finally making the connection. He lets out a *you gotta be kidding me* laugh. But of course he keeps it professional. As he shines a small pen light in the corner of your eye making sure pupils are reactive and they are but very slowly. “When did this start?” He begins with his thorough examination slightly pressing on your check bones.
“Yesterday around 1 pm. I went out to do some grocery shopping and ended up having. To cut it short because it was bothering me too much.” You don’t take your eyes off him. You can’t even if you want to. He feels the lymph nodes in your throat.
“Swallow” he says holding them and you do as he says. As he nods listening to you. “So when you got home you…?” He waited for you to answer back.
“I took my first initial dose of razitriptan. And took a shower sometimes that can help. But it didn’t and then an hour later I took another one.” You tell him the story. He pulls his stethoscope off his neck putting it under your hoodie you were still wearing.
“Couple deep breaths” as one hand is holding your shoulder. And once he’s done with that he puts the stethoscope over your heart for a brief moment of course your heart is pounding. He finished his initial examination. “So we’ll order an MRI, and we’ll run some blood tests just some general stuff complete blood counts, a complete chemistry panel make sure all your organs are doing what they should. And a pregnancy” he writes on the clipboard.
You scoff out “pregnancy test?” He looks at you.
“It’s a policy we have to do on every female that comes in and needs any imagining.” He tilts his head slightly “someone will be in shortly to draw your blood” you nod not looking at him. He dims the light walking back out. And Ellis and Shen are just standing there with a shot eating grin on their face.
“You totally saw her didn’t you?” He scoffs out they shrug. “Y’all are on my shit list” he mumbles as he leans over tapping his badge to the computer’s transmitter and it comes to life. He orders the blood work and imagining and pharmacy meds “would you go start an IV for a banana bag? I just put the orders into pharmacy let’s get the IV started before we start fluids though I want to check her chemistries first and that pregnancy.” He orders at Matteo who nods and gets everything prepped.
Summary: What happens when an emotionally unavailable Marc and a date-vise very inexperienced Steven finds out that their badass third alter is hiding a lovely wifey from them?
Warnings: summary is way off, everybody is a slut in this. Sprinkled some daddy kink on Jake oops (it’s like barely there), wife kink with all three of them, other warnings that come with smut fics like p in v, oral etc etc, dirty talk...
Words: ~9500 (i'm so sorry)
A/N: I always wanted to write a fic in which you are with Jake first and the others only meet you later gator 🐊 the hidden gf/wife trope is kinda hot to me 🫣 and once again, this is so not how I originally planned this fic, but it’s funnier so 🤷♀️
You were not normal. Totally nuts probably. You were the silly, naive female lead in the movie where she ignores every major red flag in the guy who started flirting with her, and said yes when he asked her out on a date. Then said yes again. And again. And again.
But Jake Lockley wasn’t like that. Men with red flags don’t point out that they have red flags.
And Jake was honest with you from the beginning. Okay, not exactly from the beginning, but from probably the fourth date.
He said he had two alters. He’s sharing his body with two other men. That’s why sometimes you don’t hear about him for days.
He could be lying. He could have a family and maybe you are just the sidechick.
But you decided to trust him. He was nothing but a gentleman so far. He brought you flowers. He picked you up from work when he was able to. Took you out on dates when he had the body. Held the doors open for you. Who wouldn’t fall for all of this?
You never met a man like him and you thought that there must be a catch. And there was, but you decided that it was worth it.
He said the system that he was a part of was delicate. In time, he will introduce you to his alters, when all of you are ready. But truth be told, you met Jake way before Marc and Steven did.
Jake had insecurities when it came to his existence and he never really knew where he belonged in the big scary world. But you made him feel real, made him feel connected. You were a place he could come home to and your arms were the blanket that shielded him from everything he wasn’t ready to face yet.
You were patient, and caring, you were his friend and his lover. Even when he had doubts about himself he never had doubts about you.
So when he dropped down on one knee in front of you in a fancy restaurant while you celebrated your one year anniversary, it felt right.
Your yes was the most confident answer he ever had to a question.
“We probably won’t be able to go on a long honeymoon.” - Jake admitted in a whisper after he put the ring on your finger and pulled you in for a deep kiss, then a warm hug.
“Everyday with you feels like honeymoon to me.” - you smiled warmly at him and pulled back a little to kiss him again.
“I love you. I love you, carino. I wish I could put it into words how much I love you.”
You smiled slyly and ran your forefinger softly across his jawline.
“Maybe if you’re that bad with words, you could show me after dinner.”
Jake chuckled and buried his face into your neck as he lifted you up to spin you around once.
“I’ll be more than happy to, muneca.”
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Six months later you got married. You didn’t want a big ceremony, and Jake didn’t really have a family, so it was only yours and your closest friends. You celebrated in a very elegant hotel’s restaurant and had an amazing party on the rooftop. Everything was perfect and you never felt happier.
Jake of course didn’t want to rob you of a real honeymoon. He let Marc and Steven have the body for most of the time for weeks after the wedding and he only visited you during the nights when the other two were asleep. He was back in their flat by the morning so his headmates won’t suspect anything.
In the meantime, he mentally prepared himself to take the body for five days straight.
Marc and Steven will be confused as hell once he lets them front again, but Jake deserved this, you deserved this, so it will happen and even you couldn’t change his mind when you asked him if it was a good idea and wanted to convince him that a silly honeymoon wasn’t as important as his mental health.
But it was for his mental health.
He was a husband now and his duty was to make his wife happy and keep her satisfied.
So that’s what he did.
He never took so many pictures in his entire life than when he was on the Canary Islands with you. You were radiating with happiness the entire time and your joy was infectious. When you were happy Jake was happy and taking you here was worth every penny. Even if he was stressing himself out every night, fearing his control of the body would slip out his hands during the nights. But if Marc managed to control Steven during his sleep, Jake will be able to do it too. He practiced it in the past, and he will do everything in his power to keep the reins.
Your pout was cute when you arrived back in New York so he promised you he will take you on a vacation somewhere nice every year. He didn’t miss your grateful, but concerned look as you caressed his cheek with your thumbs, gently brushing them over the dark circles under his eyes.
“Take as much rest as you need, Jake, okay? This was the most wonderful week of my life, so thank you.” - you pulled him in for a kiss. - “You’re taking such good care of me. But I want you to take care of yourself too, alright?”
He nodded then he touched his forehead against yours.
“I just wish I didn’t have to leave you so many times.”
“You are not leaving me, baby. You’re just taking small breaks… from dealing with my ass.” - you joked, even if in reality he was dealing with his alters’.
“Mi amor, your ass is a burden I will gladly carry.” - he murmured against your lips as he squeezed your asscheeks playfully.
-----
Jake knew he had to reveal himself to Marc and Steven now. He was married now and if he wanted to give you a somewhat normal life, his alters had to at least know about your existence.
The boys took his introduction quite well. Better than he expected. They were suspicious of a third alter lurking in the body, so when Jake revealed himself they were more relieved than upset.
But Jake didn't know what he got himself into. If he was afraid of the hierarchy of the system before, that was nothing compared to the way his headmates treated him now.
It was everybody’s worst nightmare.
He technically became the youngest sibling.
“Let’s order a pizza.”
‘We Brits always get bullied for our terrible food choices and here you are Marc, always wanting to eat a bloody pizza.’
‘How about burritos?’ - Jake suggested.
“hOw AbOuT bUrRiToS? How about you let the grown men decide?” - Marc said, grabbing his phone to open a food app.
Jake growled annoyed.
‘I’m technically as old as Steven.’
‘Nah, mate, I’m like 5 minutes older than you.’
‘Me estás bromeando?! You two act like fucking 5 years olds I swear to god.’
“Aww, look at who’s throwing a hissy fit.” - Marc taunted.
‘I’m not!’
‘You are.’
‘Am not!”
“You are.”
Jake had enough and forced himself to the front.
“Ehehehe.”
‘Hey what the fuck? We don’t do that here!’ - Marc yelled.
“Gonna cry?” - Jake asked as he searched for the place that sells the best burritos in town.
‘I don’t get any respect in this body.’
‘Maybe if you wouldn’t act like you’re the boss of this body.’ - Steven said annoyed.
‘I AM the boss of this body! I’m the original!’
“What are you trying to say? We’re just cheap copies of you?”
‘Duh! Lamer and less handsome!’
‘Jake? Order a protein shake for the gymbruv, will you? Maybe he’ll calm down.’
‘You take his side, Steven? You’re teaming up against me? Little shits, both of you.’
“Don’t worry hermano, I order a Hawaiian pizza for you.”
‘EWWW!’
-----
Introducing you next took a little bit more time. Jake was afraid of two things: the boys won’t like you. Or the boys will like you too much.
You were his wife. If Marc and/or Steven don’t like you, Jake of course won’t divorce you. But what if they want to date too? What if you saw his body walking on the street with another person hand in hand?
He didn’t think this through. You should’ve met the others before he proposed to you. But you made him so happy and you said yes so eagerly. It was so perfect. But what if…?
“Talk to me, Lockley.” - you said when you saw him start spiraling.
He shook his head, nervously, but then looked up at you from the couch.
“I love you, you know that right?”
“I know. And I love you too.”
“But what if they don’t? What if they wanna see someone else?”
“Well, that someone else has to get through me first. I was here first. If Marc or Steven wanna date someone else I respect that. But they have to respect that you have someone for yourself too.” - you climbed in Jake’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. - “And you can be sure as hell that I ain’t going nowhere.”
“Muneca…” - Jake growled as he pulled you closer then kissed you. - “You’re hot when you’re possessive.”
“What about you? What if I meet them and they like me?”
“I’m gonna make sure they remember that you were my wife first.” - he kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth greedily then sucking on your lips as he pulled away.
“Papi… you’re hot when you’re possessive.”
-----
“Really?!” - you asked excited, eyes shining brightly.
Jake said that he still wasn’t quite ready for you to meet the guys, but he was ready to compromise. He told you where Steven worked so you could take a look at him, and observe him, so when you meet him officially, you won’t be meeting a total stranger. If you feel positive about the meeting you can do the same with Marc.
But seeing your radiating smile he knew the only thing he had to worry about is his headmates actually wanting you for themselves. If Jake can’t resist you, there’s no way the other two can. They’re gonna be all over you and Jake will have to fight for every second of alone time with you.
This was confirmed after Steven couldn’t shut the fuck about a woman he saw in his group as he was guiding the people through the museum. According to him she is the prettiest girl he had ever seen and her smile brightened his day. Unfortunately, he saw a wedding ring on her finger so he decided against going over to her to talk, before he made a fool out of himself.
‘You should’ve gone for it, buddy. Maybe the ring wouldn’t have stopped her.’
‘Andate a la concha de tu madre!’ - Jake hissed out of reflex.
‘Huh?’
Jake froze. He had to remind himself that while Marc was talking about you, he didn’t know he was talking about you.
‘I mean… maybe you watch too much porn, hombre. Not every married person is out there to cheat.’
‘And how would you know that?’
‘I uh… read it.’
‘Uhuh. Okay. Well, you can never know. Maybe she is for the streets.’
‘Vete a la mierda!’
‘Seriously, Jake, what the fuck?’
-----
After having to endure Steven’s daydreams about you - which Jake should take as a compliment, really, but at the same time he is still having fantasies about doing the dirty with his wife - Jake was a bit more reluctant to tell you where Marc worked as a security guard.
“Ooohhh, are you afraid he can steal me from you?” - you teased.
Jake snorted.
“Yeah, right. Emotionally unavailable is just your type.”
“Maybe I like challenges.”
“Maybe Marc likes to fuck and dip.”
“Maybe he just needs a proper wifey who keeps him satisfied.”
“Maybe my proper wifey should keep me satisfied.” - he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him as you giggled.
“Maybe if my hubby gives me the address I need, I’ll let him do nasty things to me.”
“Maybe if my wife let me do nasty things to her, I’ll give her the address she needs.”
You pouted, but kissed him.
“You’re sexy when you don’t give in so easily.” - you murmured against his lips as your hands slid down his torso to unbuckle his belt.
“You’re sexy when you do.” - he smirked, watching as you sank down to your knees.
-----
“I’m telling you, guys. She was eyeing me the whole time.” - Marc said between bites as he was eating his lunch at their flat.
‘Did you talk to her?’ - Jake asked. He knew his headmate didn’t, you already spoke to him about what happened when you went to the coffee shop near Marc’s workplace.
“Didn’t have the chance. She was in the other line, and there were quite a lot of people between us. But she had a wedding band too, like Steven’s girl.”
‘Maybe she was staring at you, because she thought you were me and she recognized us from the museum.’
“What did she look like?”
Steven gave a description about your appearance.
Marc gulped down the food.
“That’s her.”
Steven smiled brightly and hopefully.
“She’s married, buddy.” - Marc reminded him.
‘And since when do you care about that?’ - Jake asked with an eye roll.
“Steven does.” - he pointed to their headmate in a nearby mirror’s reflection.
Steven had a sad pout on his face. His shoulders sagged and he fiddled with his fingers, a habit he did unconsciously when he was anxious or sad.
‘I don’t know how long I can go like this.’ - he admitted.
Jake and Marc looked at him concerned.
“Like what?”
‘Without a girlfriend.’
Jake looked at Marc and the latter sighed.
“Listen, buddy. I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t think there is someone out there for us. I mean… look at us. We’re a package deal.”
‘We will never know if we don’t try!’ - Steven tried to reason.
“What if I don’t wanna try?”
‘Don’t tell me you don’t want someone here who waits for us when we come home after work. Or don’t want someone to lay down next to in the evenings. Or wake up next to in the mornings. Or hold their hand while we walk? Cuddle while we watch the telly?’
“I never said I don’t want that, Steven. I’m saying there’s a thin chance we ever get to experience that.”
‘Give me the body.’
Marc narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but let Steven have the control.
He pulled out his phone, opened the app store and searched for Tinder.
Jake’s eyes widened.
‘What are you doing?’
“Getting us a date.”
‘Whoah, okay, let’s wait a minute, you didn't even ask me…’
“Why? You don’t want a girlfriend?”
‘I uh… I uh…’
‘Jake is right. We have to talk about this first. You wanna put everything on our profile? Like… everything?’ - Marc asked, gesturing to the three of them.
“Why not? That way only the ones who are really interested will message us.”
‘I’m not sure about this…’ - Marc admitted.
“Well, I am.” - Steven said, hitting download. - “We’re 38 years old. Sorry that I’m trying to be happy. I know being single works for you, but it doesn’t work for me. And you’re not alone in this body.”
‘Steven. Don’t open that app.’ - Jake warned.
Steven opened it.
‘Delete it. I’m serious!’ - Jake said more aggressively.
“Sorry! I can’t hear you! I’m too busy setting up our profile!” - Steven said, typing fast.
Jake growled, and forced himself to the front. Steven’s eyes rolled back and suddenly he was locked inside.
Jake deleted it.
‘What the fuck, mate?!’
“We don’t need a fucking girlfriend!” - Jake yelled, frustrated.
‘WHY?!’
“Because we’re already married!”
The boys froze.
Then Marc shook his head.
‘I’m sorry, can you repeat that? I think I heard you say that we’re married.’
Jake looked at the reflections in the mirror with a serious look.
“I am.”
Marc started laughing in disbelief. Steven was still frozen with a shocked look.
‘And when did this happen?’
“Three months ago. I proposed to her six months before that. On our one year anniversary.”
Marc and Steven’s jaws dropped. That was way before they even met Jake.
“I met her in a restaurant. She owns it. She sometimes helps the staff when it’s a busy shift. That’s how I met her. She waited my table a few times. I was lonely and she was always so nice. Listened to me when I thought I had no one to talk to. And… one day I asked her out. I still don’t know how I got the courage. But… she said yes and the rest is history.”
They boys remained silent for a long time.
‘Wow…’ - was all that Marc could say.
A smile slowly appeared on Steven’s face.
‘A… wife? You’re married? We’re married?’
“I’m married.”
‘We have a wife?’
“I have a wife.”
‘Yeah… until you tell her about us. Good luck with th-’
“She already knows about both of you.” - Jake cut Marc off.
The boys froze again.
“And you both already met her, actually.”
‘We did? WHEN?!’ - Steven asked, trying to remember.
Jake walked to the bedroom, opened his drawer and pulled out a little box. He opened it and Marc and Steven’s eyes widened as Jake put on his wedding ring. When Jake looked up into the mirror with a smirk, they realized.
‘IT’S THE WOMAN FROM THE MUSEUM AND THE COFFEE SHOP?! PLEASE TELL ME WE’RE MARRIED TO THE WOMAN FROM THE MUSEUM?!’ - Steven asked with an excited smile.
Jake chuckled.
“Sí. She’s my one and only.”
‘Wow… no wonder she eyefucked me.’ - Marc said.
“She didn't.” - Jake narrowed his eyes.
‘She licked her lips when she looked at the curve of my ass.’
Jake winced a bit.
“Well, yeah, okay, she does that.”
‘Wifey was hungry.’
“Don’t call her that.”
‘Why? She’s married to us.’
“To me. She’s married to me. She didn’t even talk to any of you.”
‘But she knows about us. Knows about the package deal. Meaning when she said yes to you, she also said yes to us.’ - Marc smirked.
‘He’s right Jake. Let us meet her.’
“Now wait a minute-”
‘No! I can’t believe you managed to hide her from us for so long!’ - Steven pointed a finger at him.
Jake huffed as he crossed his arms.
‘Orrr, you’re full of shit.’ - Marc accused.
“Que?”
‘Prove it that she’s our wife.’
Jake lifted his hand and pointed at his wedding ring with the other.
‘That’s just a ring. Show us a picture of her. Where she’s with you.’
Jake pulled out his phone, unlocked it, opened the gallery, then closed it immediately.
‘What?’
“Uhhh… maybe there are pictures I don’t wanna show you… yet.”
Marc and Steven looked at each other confused, then they realized. They started giggling.
‘Come on, buddy, she’s our wife, right? We’re gonna see everything sooner or later…’
“I don’t want to show you without her permission.”
‘He’s right, Marc. I don’t want to upset her.’
“Can you guys… not look for a sec? I'm gonna put them in a folder real quick, then I’ll show you the rest.”
‘Finnneee.’ - Marc sighed. - ‘Are there videos too?’
‘Marc!’ - Steven scolded him.
“Yep.” - Jake confirmed.
‘Cool.’ - Marc smirked.
Jake spent long minutes moving the pics and videos.
‘Jesus, you guys are that nasty?’
“What can I say? The camera loves her.”
Steven and Marc chuckled, then when Jake gave them the green light, they focused on the phone.
First he showed them some casual photos, from the time when you two started dating. Most of them were selfies you or Jake took, where you both were smiling to the camera. On some of them Jake was kissing your cheek or you acted like you wanna bite him.
On some of them you were alone, with Jake holding your hand. You were smiling warmly at the camera and your engagement ring was shining brightly in the elegant restaurant’s lights.
Then there were the wedding photos. All of them were taken by a professional and they were beautiful. Steven audibly marveled at your dress and the way you looked. He would be lying if he said seeing you and Jake - his body - together like this didn’t affect him. As a couple. As bride and groom. As wife and husband. It was everything he ever dreamed of. He was just sad he didn’t witness any of it.
Marc was very quiet, but Jake and Steven could tell he was laser focused on every detail - both on what was on the pictures and what Jake was telling them.
It felt surreal seeing himself like this. It wasn’t really him, but at the same time it was. He could see that Jake was tearing up as he watched you walk down the aisle and Marc wondered what he felt in those moments, what thoughts were racing inside his head. He wondered if he could ever experience them himself.
There were photos of the reception. Of you two cutting up the wedding cake and serving them to the guests, of your first dance and the party you had after.
“There are videos too, but they are on a pendrive. It’s in her flat.”
‘Do you think she’ll let us watch them?’ - Steven asked.
“Of course, Steven. I know I hid myself and her from you for a long time, but she knows a lot about you two. She cares about both of you just like I do.”
‘Why did you wait so much to reveal yourself to us?’ - Marc asked quietly. It was like he was afraid his voice would break if he spoke louder.
“I don’t know. I was afraid I guess. I saw you guys were very out of it when Steven learned about you. I didn’t want to cause a bigger mess. Then when you got comfortable with each other I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
‘You’re just as important, Jake. I hope you can see that now.’ - Marc said and Steven nodded along.
Jake smiled.
“I know. She’s the reason I wasn’t so lonely, though. It’s hard to connect with the world when you don’t know where you belong in it. But she helped me figure it out.”
‘I’m glad you had her.’ - Steven said.
Jake started fiddling with his phone and bit his lower lip repeatedly.
“You can too, you know.” - he finally said.
When neither of them reacted, he elaborated.
“We talked a lot about you guys. I obviously didn’t tell her everything about us. Like… what caused Marc’s DID and stuff. But she knows we’re a system and I told her about you both. What you’re like, what you do, what your hobbies are, favourtie food, you know, general stuff. And the reason you both saw her was because she wanted to meet you. I wanted to tell you about her then introduce her, but I wanted her to see you first. So when she meets you for the first time she won’t be meeting total strangers. We talked about your reactions too. That maybe you won’t like her or something. She’s okay with that. She says it’s okay if you start dating others. But she’s not gonna leave me. So if you do start dating someone else, she expects you to be honest with them and tell them about her and I. And I expect the same. I’m in love with her. I wouldn't have married her if I wasn't. So if someone has anything against her, they’re gone. I don’t care if you like that or not. She’s my wife. A random chick can’t come before her.”
‘That’s totally reasonable. I understand and respect it.’ - Steven said.
Marc was silent for a while before he spoke and Jake let him sort his thoughts out.
‘What if we like her, though?’
“I mean… we talked about that too. And she prefers that version.”
‘What about you?’
“Me too, obviously. I hate the thought of her having to watch you kiss someone else.”
‘What about you having to see her kiss us?’
“Guys, I know we like to annoy each other and give each other hell, but contrary to popular belief I love both of you. And I want you to be happy.”
Marc and Steven smiled, then their lips transformed into smirks.
‘Sooo, when can we meet her?’
-----
You were sitting on your couch, scrolling through Instagram reels with the TV on in the background on a late afternoon when you heard a knock on your door.
You smiled brightly when you saw through the peephole that it was Jake, holding a huge bouquet of red roses.
“Oohh, what did I do to deserve this?”
“Hello!” - he waved at you and before he could answer you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him inside, shutting the door loudly.
“You’re the best husband, you know that?” - you said just before you kissed him.
You felt him jump, but you ignored it and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
As your breasts pushed up against his chest, your fingers got lost in the hair on the back of his head, and you moaned into the kiss, you felt him melt against you and one of his arms wrap around your waist to keep you close.
‘Damn, does she greet you like this everytime?’ - Marc asked.
‘Mostly. When I don’t piss her off with my bullshit.’ - Jake grinned.
‘I can’t wait to see her face when she realizes that her tongue is down Steven’s throat and not yours.’
Jake laughed and it was so loud in Steven’s head that he came to his senses and pulled away.
He had a silly smile on his face while his expression looked like he was hypnotized.
You were grinning wickedly and your hands started caressing his chest.
“Why didn’t you use your keys, silly? Did you lose them? Want me to help you find them?” - you purred as one of your hands slid over his abs then to the pocket of his pants, then…
Steven quickly grabbed your wrist with a breathy chuckle.
“Whoa there, love. Let’s slow down a little, yeah?”
You looked at him silly when you heard his accent, then your eyes widened.
“Oh my God!” - you gasped.
‘There it is.’ - Marc smirked.
‘I wish we had this on camera.’
“Nice to meet you!” - Steven said dreamily and licked his lips, his eyes moving to yours.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I thought you were my husband!”
“Technically I am.” - he grinned, lifting his hand up. The wedding ring was shining proudly on his finger.
You giggled awkwardly as you stepped back and took the flowers from him.
“Well, uh… thank you for the roses.”
“You’re welcome, love. I’m gonna make sure to buy you more seeing how much you like them.”
You laughed embarrassed again as you walked to the kitchen and started filling a vase with water.
“So, uh… you’re Steven, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice to finally meet you.” - you smiled at him, trying to ignore the fact that one minute ago you were kissing him. Deeply. With tongue. And moaning against him like a whore.
Steven looked at your outstretched hand with a frown.
Yeah, there’s no way he’s gonna greet his wife with a handshake.
He grabbed it to pull you closer and he hugged you tightly. He felt you tense up for a second, but then he sighed relieved when he felt you relax against him and hug him strongly.
When he pulled away after a few seconds, he had a giddy smile on his face again.
“Would you go on a date with me?”
Your eyes widened, and you laughed, surprised.
‘Someone’s impatient.’ - Marc commented.
“I mean… you don’t have to if you don’t wa-mmppfff”
You kissed Steven again. You’re gonna ask questions later.
-----
The date went well.
Steven took you out to a steakhouse right after you met him. He was so patient while he waited for you to get ready. He was a proper gentleman. Jake was too, but he liked to shittalk a lot. That earned him the punishment of his mouth being treated as a seat after. Now that you think about it, maybe he did that on purpose.
Steven was so much of a gentleman that it made you wanna dirty him up. He was so giddy and happy through the whole date. He told you about how Jake finally confessed that he had a wife. The thought of him being afraid of you seeing his face on Tinder made you laugh. Yeah, he knows you’d kick his ass.
You shouldn’t be thinking of riding Steven’s dick right after the first date, but you could see the way he was looking at you. With a mix of adoration, disbelief and barely contained lust.
So that’s how you ended up sitting in Steven’s lap on your bed, with him sucking on your tits and nipples, drooling all over them, while you were rubbing yourself on his hard cock, through your clothes.
The second you kissed him after walking in the apartment, you pushed hím against the door and kissed him deeply. You opened Pandora’s box apparently, because in that second he became shameless. He dragged your shirt over your head and yanked down your bra until your breasts were freed and he immediately attacked them with his mouth. You were sure he wanted to suck your soul out through your nipples, which was okay, because that’s what you’re gonna do later with his cock.
“Pretty, pretty wifey.” - he growled then licked your nipple and started dragging your pants down.
You wondered if Marc had a wife kink since Jake and Steven obviously did.
You got up from his lap to quickly get rid of your clothing and Steven did the same. When you wanted to climb on him again, you saw that his gaze zeroed down on your cunt. Suddenly he pulled one of your thighs over his shoulder and licked your slit, forcing his tongue between your wet lips and he groaned loudly when the tip of his tongue found your hole. He pushed it all the way inside, licking your walls and grabbing your asscheeks hard to pull you closer.
You moaned in surprise and pleasure, throwing your head back with a moan when his nose brushed against your clit.
“Fuck, Steven!”
Your fingers gripped his curls for stability, and you started moving your hips.
Steven lifted his chin, trying to open his jaw wider to make his tongue slip as deep as humanly possible. Your taste and scent were intoxicating and the way you clenched your cunt made his eyes roll back inside his head. He can’t wait to feel it with his cock. He replaced his tongue with one, two then three of his fingers while his mouth possessively sucked on your clit. He teased it with his tongue and he chuckled deeply when it caused you to cry out and pull on his hair so hard that it made goosebumps appear on his skin.
He didn't stop his assault on your pussy until you came all over his fingers and mouth, and he promised you could give him a blowjob next time when you slid down on your knees, but he yanked you up and made you straddle hím impatiently.
“If I don’t come in your pussy, I will die.” - he groaned as he helped you sink down on his cock. - “Fuuuck, love… that’s… fuck, that’s a good wifey, taking it all.”
“Oh, Steven…” - you pulled him in for a kiss and you started riding him slowly. - “You’re so deep, baby, just how I like it.”
“Is that right?” - he asked. One of his arms slid around your waist and the other was holding one of your breasts so he can suck on your nipple greedily, making you whine.
“Yeah… Shit, you’re a hungry one, aren't you?” - you chuckled, seeing how obsessed he was with your boobs.
He only nodded with a drunk expression as he switched to your other breast. He was steadily fucking up into you as you moved your hips back and forth and his tip was prodding that familiar spot only Jake was able to reach before.
When Steven heard you start whimpering he kissed his way up your chest and neck to your jaw, cheeks and mouth. Your nipples must've been sensitive after all the attention he was giving them.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the day I saw you in the museum.” - he admitted before he kissed you deeply.
He felt your pussy clench around him and he groaned, fucking up into you harder.
“I was always afraid that I'd never be able to have a girlfriend. Let alone a wife. With my sleeping problems. With my memory losses. With Marc being a part of me. Then Jake. And when I saw you I remember thinking how much I wished I had someone like you waiting for me at home.”
“Steven…” - you felt your eyes well up with tears, both from the pleasure and the thought of such a sweet man feeling lonely.
“And now here you are.” - his hands grabbed your hips hard, to thrust into you faster. - “Stepping out of my dreams.”
“If you only had known that I was ready to love you from the beginning.” - you whispered sincerely and saw his eyes soften as he let out a quiet gasp. He then shut his eyes tightly, pushed his face into your neck and started fucking into you wildly, cumming into you deeply.
Your own orgasm hit you and you threw your head back with a cry, grinding down on him as hard as you can.
You hugged his neck tightly as you both came down from your highs, and you felt his arms wrap around your waist just as strong.
“Thank you. Thank you.” - he panted softly.
“For what?” - you chuckled.
“For existing.”
You cupped his face to make him look up at you. There were tears in his eyes and you kissed both of his eyelids.
“In that case, thank you for existing too.”
-----
After cleaning up, you cuddled close to Steven and he smiled as you wrapped your arms around each other.
“I’ve never slept with someone like this.” - he confessed.
“You better get used to it.” - you kissed his nose. - “Fair warning though, I hog the blanket and I snore loudly, so I’m not the best person to experience this with for the first time.”
Steven laughed and pecked your cheek. He loved that finally he had someone he could do that to. Kiss them, hug them, touch them… love them.
“You are. It would be a bit boring if you were too perfect.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” - you chuckled quietly and nuzzled his cheek as you closed your eyes. - “I snore when I’m on my back, so just roll me to my side and I’ll stop.”
“Noted.” - he grinned widely, then hummed. - “I don’t know if I snore.”
“You do. Well, Jake does. But it’s quiet. Cute. He told me I sound like a bear. With asthma. After it run a marathon. On a flower field. Which it’s allergic to.”
“Rude!”
“Right?!”
“Yes. I will defend your honor when I meet him.”
“Well, you never heard me snore.”
“Maybe he’s lying.”
“He made a video of me sleeping once. I don’t think I sounded like a bear.”
“See? I knew it.”
“It was more like an old tractor with an engine problem.”
Steven laughed out loud, but tried to muffle it by putting his hand in front of his mouth. You giggled too and felt yourself grin widely when he looked at you. He looked so happy, it made your heart feel full.
He kissed your lips lightly and moved closer to you as he hugged you again. You lifted one of your legs over his and he pushed his between yours so you could be as close as possible.
“I don’t know if I will be here in the morning. How did Jake manage to keep you a secret from us? Did he not sleep with you?”
“He usually left after I fell asleep. Then he told me he practiced how to keep control, so sometimes he stayed. Like on our honeymoon.”
Steven kissed you again, softly.
“You’ll always have one of us here from now on. You don’t have to wake up alone anymore. None of us have to.”
“I like the sound of that.”
-----
Just as Steven promised, you weren’t alone in the morning. But it wasn’t him who was with you.
You opened your eyes after a big yawn, then you turned your head to the side, and smiled when two warm brown orbs looked back at you.
“So I assume the date went well, hermosa.”
“Hello, husband.” - you grinned and rolled over to him to hug and kiss him.
Jake pulled you close then pushed you onto your back and kissed you in a possessive way.
“Does my little wife feel better now that she could finally fuck one of my brothers?”
You chuckled and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“A bit better, yeah.”
“Insatiable.” - he started grinding his hips against yours and you smiled wider when his erection poked your thigh.
“Maybe you should do something about it. You know the saying. Happy wife, happy life.” - you said in a sultry voice, reaching down and wrapping your hand around his cock.
“Nice way of putting how much of a needy slut you are.” - he growled as he grabbed your neck and forced you to look at him. - “I’m gonna remind you who you first belonged to.”
Jake pushed your hand away from his cock and while still holding you down by your neck with his other hand, he pushed himself on his knees.
“Open your legs.” - he ordered. - “Wider.”
You whined when you felt a shudder run through you at the sound of his voice. He moved his tip along your folds, teasing your hole and clit.
“Already getting wet. Always a needy mess. A hungry little whore.”
“Jake, please!”
“Begging already? I taught you better than that.” - he spat on your pussy and smeared it all over with his tip.
You moved your hips needily and Jake couldn't help but chuckle seeing how much you want his cock in you.
He slowly pushed inside and looked at your face, smirking when he saw your eyes roll back and a low moan escape your lips.
“That’s better, right? Daddy’s home.” - he murmured as he pulled out a little, then pushed back in, deeper.
“Missed you, daddy.” - you sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist strongly, urging him to go deeper.
He rolled his hips harder and you both moaned deeply when he bottomed out. He leaned down to kiss you.
“Are you sure, muneca? Looks like you had a lot of fun last night.” - he said, and licked the hickeys Steven left all over your breasts. - “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Y…yes.”
“And you still missed me?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm, show me how much.”
He pushed himself up suddenly and stopped thrusting.
When you looked at him confused he clarified.
“Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You licked your lips and put your feet on the mattress, then started moving your hips slowly. Jake watched as your pussy swallowed his cock and he growled deeply.
“Do you think you can cum like this?”
You nodded and started playing with your clit. Jake felt you get wetter and he had a hard time staying still, but he really enjoyed watching you like this. You were whining needily, but there was a determined look in your eyes. Sometimes you quickened the pace and then slowed down, sighing deeply, and Jake felt his hips start to move too, out of instinct.
“Fuuuuck…” - you moaned deeply and Jake chuckled, seeing how much you enjoyed yourself.
He saw you start to play with your clit faster and your eyes fluttered close.
“Wifey’s gonna cum.” - he growled. - “Go ahead, make a mess on my cock.” - he started thrusting into you hard and you cried out when the pleasure snapped suddenly and an intense orgasm washed over you. Jake followed only seconds later with loud moans and curses.
“Hmmm, good morning.” - he murmured against your neck, making you giggle.
“Good morning.” - you kissed his cheek. - “Gimme a few seconds and I make breakfast.” - you closed your eyes.
“I help you.” - he yawned.
“Okay.”
About two minutes later both of you fell asleep.
-----
A few more days have passed before you met Marc. While he was excited to meet you, he was also a bit anxious, afraid that maybe you won’t like him. But Jake and Steven were different too and yet you were always happy with whoever was fronting.
And it was easier that Jake already talked about him to you and that you knew about almost everything. He didn’t feel like he has to put on a false act like when he was on other first dates just to impress the women.
Jake came up with the “perfect date” (his words, but he also had a mysterious grin which Marc didn’t like) where Marc and you could get to know each other a little bit better. Marc instantly felt better when Jake said it’s gonna be at your flat (that you shared with Jake) and that it was just watching the upcoming NFL game. Marc liked football and apparently you too. He didn’t have to worry about not being able to find a topic you were both interested in.
Marc knocked on the door and this time when you opened it, you resisted the urge to jump their body and push your tongue down their throat. He bought you a big bouquet of pink roses and you giddily accepted it with a hug and a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you. You guys spoil me.” - you beamed and Marc blushed.
Blushed!
You quickly put the bouquet into a vase and while Marc sat down on the couch he happily noticed that all of his favourite snacks were on the table along with his preferred beer.
He grinned widely.
“I’ll be right back, I’ll just change quickly!” - you hurried to the bedroom and when you passed him, you rubbed his shoulder warmly.
“Take your time.” - he looked at the coffee table again, pleased. - “Did Jake tell you what to buy?”
“Yeah! He even gave me a list! He really wants me to impress you.” - you answered from the bedroom, giggling nervously.
“You really don’t have to, sweetheart. You already have me hooked around your little… what in the actual fu-?!”
You grimaced seeing his reaction. You slowly approached the couch, but Marc pointed a finger at you.
“What the hell is that?”
“I’m so sorry!”
“This is a prank, right?”
“I’m afraid it’s not.”
“No, this can’t be real. Jake set this up.”
“No, this is me. I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Are you kidding me?”
You shook your head, still grimacing.
“I… I… please tell me this is a bad dream.”
You shook your head again.
“Jake married… Jake married… a fucking cheesehead?!” - Marc asked incredulously as he stared at your Green Bay Packers jersey.
“If it makes you feel better, I love Jake despite the fact that he lives with a little Chicago Bear in his head.”
Marc couldn't take his eyes off of your jersey. You were sure he imagined setting it on fire.
“I’ll kill him.”
“Hey-!”
“Not because of… that.” - Marc gestured to the shirt. - “I mean I’m not happy! - he added heatedly. - “But for this!” - he pointed to the table. - “I’m not gonna lie, I was hoping for a little action tonight, but Jake decided that our first date should start with traumatizing me with this info!”
You looked at him annoyed and folded your arms across your chest.
“A little action, huh? What do you take me for? A little slut you can trade among yourselves?”
Marc looked to the floor sheepishly.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting it, obviously. It’s just… you and Steven did it on your first date and…”
“I have dignity.”
“Clearly not since you’re wearing that!”
Your jaw dropped.
“I’m sorry! It was… the Bear inside me. It just slipped.”
“Fuck you and fuck your bear!”
“You know what? Screw you and your fucking cheese!”
“When I met Jake, him having DID wasn’t a deal breaker for me, but when he told me you’re a Bear fan I considered dumping him!”
“If I had known the woman he planned to marry was a smelly cheesehead, I would’ve hijacked the body on the wedding day and fled to TIJUANA!”
“Go ahead, WINNIE THE POOH!”
“Not before I file for divorce!”
“Go and marry CINDY BEAR!”
“If I’m Winnie the Pooh, how the fuck am I supposed to marry CINDY?!”
“I don’t know, KING FU PANDA!”
“This doesn't make any sense, you’re just randomly yelling out famous bear characters!”
“You can fuck them too for all I care!”
Marc sucked his lips between his teeth to keep himself from laughing. He was mad! Why did he have the urge to laugh? He suddenly snorted, then he shook his head.
“Okay, okay, okay… let’s just… calm down.”
“I was calm before you started shit-talking me!” - you yelled.
Marc winced.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just uh… surprised.”
“Duh.”
“Why don’t we just uh… sit down and uh… watch the game? It’s gonna start soon.” - he said as he slowly sat down while gesturing to the other end of the couch.
You narrowed your eyes, but slowly sat down too.
“See? This is nice. Cold beer, favourite snacks, game night… football fan girlfriend… wife… thingy.”
“Thingy?”
“Uuhh…”
“You know what, if I ran into a man and a bear in the woods I’ll just go and find a puma.”
“Okay, now you’re just pissing me off on purpose! I’m trying here!”
You acted like you readjusted your jersey and your hair and you murmured something.
“What?”
More murmuring.
When Marc just stared at you, you huffed dramatically.
“I said I’m sorry!”
“Oh? So you know the word.”
“You started this whole fight with your ‘eww I can’t believe my girlfriend is a cheesehead’ shit.”
“You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend is a Bear fan!”
“But I accepted it!”
“You had a little bit more time.” - Marc said through gritted teeth.
“Okay… you know what? You’re right. You’re trying, I’ll give you that.” - you opened a beer and gave it to Marc, which he cautiously accepted, then you opened one for yourself too. - “Let’s just watch the game in peace and try to enjoy ourselves.”
“Cheers.”
-----
That lasted about twenty minutes, up until the Bears scored the game’s first points. Marc fisted the air with a ‘hell yeah’ and you growled.
“I fucked Jake while he was wearing this jersey.”
Marc’s head snapped to you.
“You didn’t.”
“I did. I told him to try it on and he looked so good in it I had to ride him. Right where you’re sitting.”
“That jersey…” - he pointed at you - “...was on this body?!” - he pointed at himself.
“Yep!”
“You did that on purpose.” - he growled.
“Totally.” - you grinned proudly.
“Okay, that’s it.” - he said as he stood up and finished his beer.
“Aww, poor little baby bear had enough?”
“Yep.” - he slammed the empty bottle on the coffee table then stood up, turned towards you and started unbuckling his belt.
Your eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m shutting you up so I don’t have to listen to all that shit that’s coming out of your mouth.” - he said, pulling down his zipper.
Marc saw you squeeze your thighs together. The jersey you were wearing was oversized and reached your thighs, but you were wearing such short shorts under it that Marc first thought you were naked from the waist down. You did that on purpose. He knew you did.
“If you think I’m gonna fuck a Bear fan, you’re mistaken.”
“Who was talking about fucking, baby? You’re gonna suck me off. And if you're doing a good job, maybe you’ll have the privilege of getting fucked into the couch like the slut you are.”
You stood up too, but before you could say anything, Marc grabbed your elbow, yanked you to him and kissed you.
He felt you freeze and when he thought you’re gonna push him away, you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close.
Jake told Steven and Marc that you could be a feisty one and Marc was more than happy when he saw how easy it was to get under your skin. He didn’t know you were a Packers fan, but half of his shit talk was on purpose. You were hot when you were mad.
“I can’t believe I’m kissing a fucking cheesehead.” - he growled annoyed.
“In good times and in bad, baby.” - you quoted your wedding vows to Marc and he chuckled.
“Maybe if I cum all over this piece of crap you’re wearing I’ll feel better.” - he said as he pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs and you sat back down on the couch and before he could bark out an order, you were already licking his tip then sucking it into your mouth.
Marc hummed and as he lifted his hand to push your hair out of your face, he felt his cock twitch in your mouth when the wedding band on his finger caught his eye.
“Fuck…” - he gently caressed your cheek and your eyes smiled as you swallowed more of him while you leaned towards his palm. - “That’s good, baby. That’s a good girl.” - he couldn’t help but praise you.
When you lifted your hand to wrap around his cock as you pulled back a little and he saw your ring too, he almost whined. He felt himself start to thrust slowly into your hand and mouth.
“You like sucking your husband?” - he asked as he looked into your eyes.
You could see his pupils widen when you hummed and nodded as best as you could in that position. He gasped and groaned as he picked up the pace and one of his hands slipped to the top of your head to grip your hair while his other moved to the back of your neck.
“Can you take me down your throat? Can you do that?”
You relaxed your muscles and you held his hips to make him stop thrusting then you moved your head forward, letting him slip all the way down.
Marc shut his eyes tightly with a low groan and incoherent curses. He then felt your throat squeeze him hard as you made a gagging noise.
“Fuck!” - he pulled back quickly and looked down at you in wonder when you sighed deeply then continued sucking him, setting a faster pace. - “Jake is a lucky bastard.” - he panted and you swore you could hear him whine when you moved your other hand in your shorts and panties. Marc watched you as you caressed yourself while you were sucking him.
“Does it turn you on? Does a cock in your mouth turn you on?”
When you nodded with a moan, Marc started thrusting again.
“Of course it does. You’re my little whore. Your only job is to keep your husband satisfied.”
He saw your eyes lose focus as your hand started moving faster.
“You dripping, baby? Does my little wife get wet while sucking my cock?”
You nodded with a moan and Marc couldn’t take it anymore. He had to feel it.
He pulled out of your mouth and leaned down to take off your shorts and panties, then he pushed you back on the couch. He towered over you, spreading your knees and pushing them back towards your chest. He bit his lower lip as he caressed your folds, then when he felt how wet you were, he started to push his cock in.
You whimpered at the pressure, and Marc shushed you.
“It’s okay. You took this cock before. Your little pussy is already shaped like it.” - he slowly bottomed out and his eyes fluttered close at the warm and tight feeling. - “Gotta thank Jake that he found such a perfect cunt.”
“Maaarc…!” - you moaned when he started moving his hips. He always pulled out slowly but pushed back inside harder and harder with each thrust.
You moved back and forth on the couch, trying to hold onto something, but the only thing you felt could ground you were Marc’s arms. One of his hands was beside your head and the other was on the back of the couch, keeping himself up. One of he's knees were on the couch too, making a perfect leverage for him to fuck you senseless.
He felt your nails scratch his skin along his triceps and he leaned down to kiss your neck and ear.
“Feels good?”
“Y…yes!”
“Best cock you ever had?”
“Yes, fuck!”
You tried to rock your hips too, but his thrusts were so rough, you could only take what he was giving you.
He grabbed your wrist and moved your hand to your lower stomach. Your eyes widened when you felt him there.
“Holy shit, Marc!”
“Have your other husbands found your sweet spot yet?”
You looked up at him in question as you tried to not choke on your own cries.
“What spot?”
“That’s a no then.”
He carefully moved your hand on different parts of your lower belly and mound, putting pressure on them as he fucked you hard and steady.
When you let out a sound even you never knew you could make, his face lit up.
“There we go! There we go, baby. Better hold on tight.” - he warned as he increased the tempo and force and you felt the building pleasure reach deeper into your core, transforming into something even more devastating than the harbinger of the most mind blowing orgasm that you ever experienced. You panicked a little when it suddenly felt like you needed to pee.
“Wait… Marc, wait I need to…!”
“Let go. That’s all you gotta do, sweetheart.”
Even if the pleasure felt fantastic you tried to hold back. You couldn't embarrass yourself right during the first…
You felt another hand start to rub your clit and it sealed your fate.
You succumbed to pleasure and then it snapped.
It came over you with such a force that your own cries sounded like it belonged to someone else. The only other thing you heard was Marc’s possessive ‘fuck yes’, but besides that you could only feel.
The intense pleasure just flew and flew out of you with each wave, until you felt like liquid and collapsed back on the couch like a lifeless doll. You felt Marc’s thrust increase then he pulled out of you and heard him moan as something wet landed on your jersey in quick spurs.
“That was so fucking hot, baby.” - you felt him kiss your cheek lazily, pushing his forehead against your temple.
His hot breath hit your face as he panted against you. You didn’t have the energy to open your eyes yet, but you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close. Marc left several more kisses along your face, giving you time to come back from your high. He caressed your thighs that started to shake and he groaned softly since his softening cock was still inside you and the vibrations were overstimulating both of you.
“Gotta pull out, baby.”
He shushed you as he slowly pulled out and chuckled deeply when he saw the mess the two of you - mostly you - made.
The couch, the floor, his jeans that were barely pushed down and the thighs of both of you were completely drenched.
“Well, well, well, look at that.”
You slowly pushed yourself up on your elbows then sat up quickly as you realized what happened.
“Oh my God!” - you gasped. - “I… I… I’ve never done this before!”
“Gotta remind Jake that.” - Marc said smugly as he stood up, and took off his clothes.
He saw you get embarrassed and he chuckled again. He leaned down and kissed your lips.
“It was hot, baby, don’t feel bad. Did you enjoy it?”
“I, well, it was… intense.”
“In a good way?”
“Yeah.” - you giggled. - “Except the fear of pissing all over you.”
Marc burst out laughing and kissed you again.
“And how do we feel about this?” - he pointed to your jersey.
You looked down confused and saw that he came all over it.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) mutual masturbation, mild dom/sub dynamics (softdom!Damien is BACK baby!!) dirty talk, little bit of cum play, if I missed anything please let me know!
AN: I actually wrote another mutual masturbation fic with Damien a few months ago, so if that's your thing, you can find it here :D
He wasn’t ignoring you—not purposefully.
Damien had tucked away in a corner of the house, glued to the screen of the desktop computer.
You approached quietly, watching the muscle in his wrist just barely flex when he clicked the mouse.
For as long as you’d been together—and prior to that, as long as you’d been friends—you knew Damien was the type to get hung up on small details. He’d focus until he was burnt out; he’d try to deal with everything in one go and become deeply frustrated when that backfired on him.
He was detail oriented, almost painstakingly so.
At least right now he was hyper-focused on something harmless, something that brought him real joy.
Still, it was going on midnight, and you wanted him in bed with you—for the more selfish purposes, yes, but also because he’d be mad at himself if he stayed up too late, which would morph into a deep-seated grumpiness that would, in turn, make him feel guilty.
“Do you plan on coming to bed on your own tonight?” You draped an arm loosely over his shoulder, leaning over him, “Or am I going to have to drag you there myself?”
Damien leaned his head back against you, eyes glued to the computer screen. It was Elder Scrolls, you knew that much, but which version, you couldn’t tell.
“I’m playing,” he was smiling, that toothy, lopsided grin that he wore, an expression of unbridled joy and genuine amusement.
Your favorite version of him.
“It’s late, Dames…” You bent down and pressed your face into his neck, brushing your lips to his skin.
He let out a contented sigh. “Late to you. To a vampire—very early.”
You removed yourself from his neck, taking the two steps forward that let you position yourself in front of him, leaning the back of your thighs on his desk.
“Game will still be there in the morning…” You reached out to brush your knuckles over his cheek.
He turned his head slightly, ghosting a kiss over your hand. “But I’m…I dunno…” He huffed, still smiling, but his brow creased slightly. “It’s been such a busy week and I want to unwind. And even though it’s late and I’m exhausted, I’m not…tired.” He explained, pulling your hand from his face and lacing his fingers with yours.
You lifted yourself onto the desk, careful not to push anything off the surface.
“Well…I can think of plenty of ways to tire you out…” You purred, and though you meant it as a tease, you were only half joking.
Damien leaned back against the chair he was in, letting your hand go in favor of reaching out to hold your leg.
“Go on.” He smirked, rolling his shoulders.
“I mean, I could—” You tried to rattle off a list of the first depraved things that came to mind, but he cut you off, squeezing your thigh.
“Don’t tell me,” his smirk contorting into a wolfish grin, “Show me.”
You bit lazily at your bottom lip.
“Right here?” There was a ghost of a smile on your face, the merriment you felt momentarily winning out over the lust that had begun to swell within you.
“It’s what you’re thinking about right now, isn’t it?” Damien removed his grip from your leg, bringing his hands behind his head. He spread his thighs and quirked a brow. “Go ahead, princess.”
You stared down at him from your perch on the desk, sucking the inside of your cheeks for a moment as you considered his challenge.
You gave in immediately.
“Fine,” You put your hands on your thighs, leaning forward for emphasis. “I will.”
Leisurely, your fingers danced under the hem of your sleep shirt, tugging at the fabric. You lifted it over your head slowly, revealing your bare chest to him, your nipples pebbling from exposure to the air of the room.
You tossed your shirt in Damien’s lap, and he grabbed it with both hands, white knuckling the fabric, his gaze piercing. He let out a sigh, a soft growl, urging you to continue.
You put your hands on your neck, trailing your palms down over the swell of your breasts and over your stomach, fingertips grazing the waistband of your shorts. You brought them back up to your chest, kneading the supple flesh, pinching your nipples. The feeling sent shivers down your spine, and you subconsciously arched into your own touch.
“I would’ve gotten you to make a lot more noise by now.” Damien’s voice was smug, but his jaw was tight.
Defying his words as best you could, you caught his eyes, letting out a breathy moan while you rolled your nipple between your thumb and forefinger.
Damien took a deep breath, as if to collect himself. His head tilted back slightly, but he found your gaze again and matched it.
“Feels better when I do it, doesn’t it?” He asked, and you squeaked.
“You said I should show you what I want,” you mumbled, dropping your head to watch your hands massage your breasts. “That’s what I’m doing, Damien.”
“And this is what you want, princess?” He smiled, “You want me to tire myself out by playing with your tits?” He let go of your shirt, tossing it to the floor, and shifting in his seat.
The way he said it, gravelly and pleased, made you swallow down a whimper.
But the way he’d moved the obstruction of your shirt from his lap and spread his legs wider to reveal the obvious tent in his sweatpants made your lips part to allow the sound out.
“I have other ideas, if this doesn’t do it for you…” You mewled, still palming your chest.
He didn’t grace you with a verbal response, offering a simple nod, darkened eyes goading you.
You let your hands fall down your body, shimmying out of your shorts and exposing yourself to him. You spread your legs, shifting your weight on the desk in a teasing display.
“Fuck,” Damien’s voice was strained; still domineering but having more trouble holding it together now. “Were you—were you this wet when you came in here, or is that just…?” He shifted his jaw, grinding his teeth and letting his sentence trail off.
You were spurred on by his lapse in dominance, enjoying the fact that you could get him so distracted and wound up by simply flashing your bare cunt to him.
You dragged your hand over your stomach, stopping when your fingers brushed over your clit. You let out a needy sound. Wound up so tightly after groping yourself and listening to him speak over your movements, you were convinced you could cum just like this.
Your fingers spread you apart, fully exposing your glistening hole, and Damien groaned as you circled yourself with your fingers.
“Come on,” his lips parted as he stared, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more pronounced. “Show me.”
Maintaining eye contact with him, you dipped an albeit shaky finger into your sex, down to the knuckle. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes closing briefly as you finally gave your body what it had been craving.
You rocked your hips, slowly thrusting the digit in and out of yourself.
“There you go…” Damien smiled up at you wickedly, “Look at you, princess, so self-sufficient. Is this you trying to tell me that you only want one of my fingers?”
You shook your head, moaning, and pushed another finger inside yourself.
With a groan, Damien gave in to his own urges completely, and you watched him hook a thumb under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down enough to release his cock. It bounced against him, tip wet with precum, and you whimpered.
He licked his palm, bringing his hand down to smear the precum and his spit down his length and subconsciously matching the rhythm of your fingers as you pumped them in and out.
“This is what you were thinking about, isn’t it?” The question was entirely rhetorical—he knew what you were thinking, knew you were as desperate to get fucked as he was to fuck you.
You offered a weak nod, the pressure of your release building slowly but surely somewhere deep behind your stomach.
You brought one of your legs up, pressing your foot against the surface of the desk to switch the angle to one that would get you there faster.
Damien groaned, sliding his hand over his cock, using the image of you spread out and fucking yourself on his desk to chase his own release.
“Good, princess,” he spoke through clenched teeth, the muscle in his jaw twitching, “Say it. Say that you’re thinking about getting fucked.”
Your breath was stuttered, fingers curling into the tender spot inside you.
“I—yeah, I’m thinking about—about getting fucked…” You managed to squeak out, heavily lidded eyes tracking the movement of his hand over his cock.
“Yeah—yeah, by who?” He coaxed you, twisting his wrist. He watched you drip over your fingers, coating yourself in your own juices, and it was an exercise in self-control for him to not lean forward and press his face into your cunt; lap you up and lick you clean.
“You, Damien,” your eyes closed, your jaw dropped, and you felt the familiar buzz take over your body. “You.”
“Fuck, that’s right,” he keened at your words, brow furrowed as he watched you near your high. “You can do it, baby, you’re so close—fuck your hand, let me see you make yourself cum.”
You were in exactly the right spot, and upon hearing his words, you felt a swell of pleasure; something pushing down on your body in all the right ways, contorting you and satisfying you as your walls clenched and your back arched.
You moaned, letting out unsteady breaths to match your trembling thighs. You continued to press your fingers into yourself, mimicking as best you could the way he always prolonged your pleasure until it became overwhelming, brushing your delicate spots and making you cry out.
“Oh, fuck—” Damien moaned at the sight, the shiver that overtook your body and made you cry out for him. He fucked his fist faster at the thought of how you’d look beneath him, crying that way and begging for more of him. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby, you’re so—you’re so perfect. Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” He jerked himself quickly, spilling over his hand with a low moan.
He panted, all but going limp in his seat as his head fell back, a parallel to the way you had slumped against the wall behind you, taking heaving breaths after you’d finally removed your fingers from your cunt.
He picked his head up, admiring you with a soft smile.
“What?” You scoffed, smiling back at him.
“I’m still not tired.” He smirked at you.
Moving off the desk in a manner most ungraceful, you took his playfulness as permission to drape yourself over his lap, sagging against him and grabbing his wrist.
“That’s a shame…” You brought his hand to your mouth, sucking on his fingers and savoring the bitter spend that had dripped over him. “Gonna just sit here and play games you’ve already played all night?” You quirked a brow, swirling your tongue over his middle finger before dropping his hand.
“Oh,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m gonna play, just…probably not out here and definitely not on this computer.”
He stood, lifting you, and you laughed.
“Monitor is still on.” You nuzzled against him, and he tilted his face down at you.
“Baby, I love your mindfulness, but I could not care less about what’s happening on that screen right now.”
pairing ⸝⸝⸝ lee felix x han jisung x fem!reader wc. 5k+
genre. smut, b2l, poly relationship
𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs ... threesomes, heavy mxm themes, dry humping, soooo much sexual tension, car sex?, voyeurism, unprotected sex, oral sex ( m. receiving ),
nia's notes. been a minute since i posted a long one and since its the theme is fitting.
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although you desperately needed this vacation; you hated packing for it.
“why do i need 3 different bikinis?” you threw the bottom's into your suitcase; felix on the other side of the phone. “because we'll be there for three days, dummy.” you scoffed. “yes three, but i won't be in a bikini the entire weekend; why not two?” you asked. “well one for the beach; two for the pool— wait, why do i need two for the pool?”
“yn i don't know; jisung was the one to say you needed five— no i don't care she is asking too many questions, if you're gonna be a pervert don't invite me in it, say you want her in a bikini all weekend and go.” you laughed at your two best friends. “yn he wants to see you in a bikini all weekend.”
“i-i never said- why do you both do this to me? the boy whined. “i just asked how many bikinis do girls normally bring on vacation? five was just a random number.” he tried to explain himself. “sungie no need to defend yourself so much if you don't mean it, you must really want to see me in a bikini.” you heard him sigh. “im gonna crash this car.”
the three of you met during your first years of university; all of you fresh out of highschool, unaware of what you wanted to do; taking comfort in each other's company, spending the next three years glued to each other, spending weekends and holidays together; studying together, sleeping over each other's apartment everything.
a month before; during the finals, it took a lot out of all of you, so you came up with the idea of going on a summer road trip, staying in an airbnb, and just having fun together.
“we're outside, hurry up , I want to make it to the airbnb as soon as possible, it's still early we can order dinner.” felix said. “okay I'm coming now, let me just grab my hair brush.” you said. “I'll be down there soon.” you hung up the phone.
jisung sat in the back seat, felix using the passenger seat for his snacks for the trip there, watching you exit the door of your building. “jisung watching her like that makes you seem like a creep.” jisung rolled his eyes. “don't act like you don't look at her the same way, don't act like you didn't come to her call at 4am when her air conditioning broke.” the boy responed. “sure did” the boy confessed proudly. “ you don't know how to fix an air conditioner felix.” felix turned back to the boy. “she didn't have a shirt on.” jisung said, you opened the door. “i didn't really care about the air conditioner.”
“what?” you stood there while felix got out to put your suitcase into the car. “who didn't have a shirt on?” you asked. “you.” felix got back into the car. “would you get in the car, letting all the cold air out.” felix said; you ran to the other side of the car, getting into the back next to jisung. “hi.” you smiled at the flustered boy. “h-hi.” he looked out the window to mask his red face. “now when didn't I have a shirt on?”
fellix pulled off; beginning your three day journey. “i’m so excited.” you squealed excitedly. “i needed this, school kicked my ass this semester.” felix nodded, the GPS giving him the directions. “i want to go lay on the beach all day, the whole weekend.” jisung groaned next to you. “that's a lot.” you rolled your eyes. “of course you think so sungie, you hate being outside, period.” you chuckled, tapping his face. “i’m surprised we were able to drag you out of the apartment for this.”
“and miss you in a bikini?” felix commented from the front. “not a chance, you know how much material that is for our sungie that is?” that comment would have offended you; creeped you out if it were any other guys, but you guys always talked to each other like this, flirty banter and touches; but it never escalated— well except that time you and felix drunkenly made out at a house party. “s-shut up.” the boy stuttered out. “don't worry, I didn't bring five , but i bought three i'm sure you'll love.”
the ride was calm after that, felix focusing on driving, occasionally cursing at the drivers; jisung to your right, his earphones in as he took in the scenery. you scrolled mindlessly on your phone, boredom taking over you, you began to fidget— jisung took notice of this. “are you okay?” jisung asked, taking his headphones off. “i'm fine.” you smiled. “are you comfortable?”
“my legs are a little cold.” he watched you rub your bare thighs to keep them warm, he always liked your thighs, the plushness, he would often daydream about how they would feel if he laid his head on them, or squeezed them in his hands— or how they would squeeze around his head while he ate you out. “i-i can tell lix to turn down the aircon,” he said, gulping; trying to free himself from those thoughts. “no it's fine, i have a blanket i can use in my bag, but it's in the back.” he quickly turned around, grabbing the bag. “this?” you nodded, he handed you the pink fluffy blanket. “thank you sungie.” you threw the blanket over your lap. “here.” you scooted over, covering his lap with the blanket. “now we're both warm.”
that was his problem, he was too warm, and being under this blanket did nothing to stop his mind from running wild; which made his body heat up more. now you weren't dumb, you could feel his presence on you, every time you moved your legs he would look at your thighs then you, before turning back out the window— you thought it was cute, he was cute.
he was back to looking out of the window, when he felt your head on his shoulders. “turn the radio up.” you told felix, he did, telling you not so much so he could hear. “thank you lixie.” he could feel the heat from your breath on his neck. “i love this song.” he froze, feeling your hand on his knee. “you like this song sungie?” he nodded, you could practically see the gears turning in his head. “i-its okay.”
he was fucked. he could feel his pants tightening around his lower region, rubbing his knee, all the way up to his lower thigh. “y-y/n.” he whispered, you squeezed his thigh, he grabbed your hand. “n-not here.” He said. “why not?” you whispered in his ear, not really helping his situation. “he's not watching one is watching.” you managed to get out of his hold— there wasn't much of a hold, he barely was putting in any effort to ‘restrain you.’ “he can't hear us.” he felt the wetness of your lips on his neck. “and you know want this.”
your hand finally reached where you wanted, he looked down at you, desperation all in his eyes. “you're so hard.” you gasped; “what did you think about all the bikinis you get to see me in?” you palmed him lightly. “i bought them just for you.” he bit his lip, trying not to moan. “or was it my thighs.” you teased. “you haven't kept your eyes off them since i got into the car.” he felt you unbutton his pants, your hands making its way into them, running your hands along his clothed cock. “you're so big.” you pulled his underwear down. “poor thing you're leaking.”
he turned his head as a way to conceal his moans; you took his heavy cock into your hand, slowly stroking it. “fu-fuck.” he hissed as you ran your fingers along his tip. “i wish i could see it.” you said. “i bet it's really pretty.” you squeezed him, stroking faster; he threw his head back, making you stop as felix turned back. “ji?” his head tilted to the side, looking into the rearview mirror. “you good?”
he could barely answer, your hand still on his cock. “ye-yeah.” he stuttered. “my legs are just a bit tired.” he e said, the blonde haired boy turned to you. “y/n?” You hummed. “i'm fine.” he nodded. “we should be there soon.” he turned back around, both of you letting out a sigh.
you turned your attention back to the boy. “you gotta be quiet.” you kissed his cheek, keeping up your movements. “don't want him to hear you cumming all over yourself right?” you said. “you're gonna cum aren't you?’” he nodded. “then cum for me.” you commanded , he lowered his head, letting out a sigh as he came all over your hands. “fuck.”
you pulled your hands out of his pants; his mess dripping from your hands, his mess getting on the blanket. “do you feel better?” he nodded, his cheeks flushed. “you look so cute when you're cumming.” you wiped your hand on the blanket. “so cute.”
just like that you were back to doing whatever you were doing, jisung tucked himself back into his pants , looking around making sure no one saw what you were doing; putting his headphones back on; staring out of the window, you rested your head on his shoulder, innocently this time, closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep; so unaware that felkx knew what you were doing under that blanket, the look in his friend face as you kissed him, stroking his cock, making hard as a rock.
“we're here.” felix pulled into the house driveway. felix got out of the driver's seat. “jisung wake her up.” he grabbed his extra snack before grabbing his bags. “wh-what?” the boy stuttered. “um, because she's laying on you.” he scoffed. “why else would i ask you?” was the last thing he said walking up the driveway, jisung swore he saw a smirk on the boy's face.
“y-y/n.” He tapped you. “yn we're here.” you moved around, eyes fluttering open. “we made it to the house.” you sat up, stretching. “finally.” you said tiredly. “i need to stretch my legs; and unpack before dinner” you said, “you might want to go now, before felix tries to get the better room.” you got out of the car, he got a good look at your ass as you walked up the driveway.
he quickly packed up everything, still holding on to the blanket; opening the door, walking up the driveway as well. “you here finally.” felix said with a smug smile. “you got a good look at her ass?” he folded his arms. “i wasn't looking at her ass.” jisung tried to defend himself. “who are you telling me or yourself?” he walked away from the boy. “close the door on your way in.”
jisung made his way into the house, taking his shoes off, felix standing at the kitchen island unloading the alcohol and snacks you'd need for the week. “this house is nice.” he said , noticing your absence. “what? looking for yn?” felix chuckled putting away the things. “i was just wonder- she's in the bathroom if you'd like to join her.” he turned towards the boy, looking around the room, noticing his menacing smirk. “is it finally clicking?” he said. “i thought it would at least be a day before it happened, but not in the back of the car with me in it.”
jisung wanted to crawl into a hole and die as they teased him. “did you really think i didn't hear you moaning?” felix stepped forward. “jisung i’ve heard you moaning countless of times.” he said, caging the boy against the counter. “i know what you look like when you're cumming, remember?” felixs eyes wandered to his lips, smirking; backing up letting the boy breathe. “don't worry, i won't tell her I know.” felix said, “or what we've done.” jisung nodded. “but if all bets are off like we promised,” he said. “best believe i'm getting something out this week.” he winked. “doesn't matter who either.” was the last thing he said before walking to his room.
after you all unpacked, you joined each other in the living room where felix had chinese food waiting for you both; you talked about what you were going to do; shopping and spending the day at the beach. “and there's a hot tub.” felix said. “really?” you asked. “lets get in.” you jumped up. “i’m gonna go change.” they watched you run up the steps. “you coming?” felix asked jisung, standing up. “to the hot tub?” the boy was stressed, of course he wanted to, but seeing you both in a bathing suit may send him into a coma. “duh; if you are, hurry up and get dressed.” the boy followed behind you.
you made your way back down the steps, outside to the back of the house where the hot tub and pool where felix was heating the water up. “is it ready?” he turned to you, his mouth dropped open, the dark blue bikini stuck to your body— well what little of the fabric there was did. “what if you just take it off, there's no point of it?” felix smirked. “might as well give our jisungie a full peek.”
“you love to blame him, but i think it's you.” you said smugly, walking past him, his eyes traveling down to your ass, getting into the warm water, sighing. “maybe it's you who wants a full peek.” you tilted your head to the side, he chuckled, climbing inside with you , the water coming up to his waist. “please.” he made his way next to you “if i wanted to, i would just.” he stood in front of you, his arm coming to your back, finding the string. “fe-felix.” he smirked. “take it off myself.”
you heard a cough, you both pulled away. “jisung, you made it.” you smiled. “y-yeah, i was having a hard time finding my shorts.” he said. “get in.” you invited , he slowly got into the pool, sitting on the other side , completely different from you and felix; you were practically sitting on the boy's lap. “why are you sitting so far ji?” you grabbed the glasses sitting on the edge, filling the two cups with the alcohol, handing one to felix. “i got you a beer sung , I know you don't like strong alcohol.”
“look at her so caring.” felix teased. “she can be caring when she wants to can't she ji?” felix asked. “always taking care of you right?” jisung looked past you right at him, where he was smirking. “i like taking care of him.” you said, he took a sip of his beer. “you like when i take care of you sung don't you?” he could feel himself getting hard. “ye-yeah.” he stuttered out. “oh like she did in the car?” jisungs eyes widened. “please if im gonna sit here and watch you eye fuck each other im gonna say something, and it's not like she didn't know i saw.”
“i did, i just didn't care.” you shrugged. “why are you jealous?” you now turned to felix. “wishing it was you i was touching?” you floated back over to the boy. “making you cum?” the air had definitely shifted between the three of you. “or are you jealous that i was the one to make sungie cum and not you?” you knew what those two had, it just wasn't your business. “i could make you both cum right now easily baby, i'm not jealous in anyway.”
jisung didn't say anything, just watching as you both got closer and closer to each other , until felix closed the gap; kissing you, his hands traveling down to your ass, squeezing it. jisung couldn't believe his eyes, watching you both make out in front of him, his cock could though, it twitched with excitement.
your hands tangled up in felix hair as he pressed you against the hot tub, tugging at it. “fuck.” he sighed, pulling away; pressing against your neck. “lix.” you moaned, both of your bodies, grinding against each other. “wh-what about sung.” you finally acknowledged the boy in front— felix smirked, pulling away, lips covered in your gloss. “he's free to join if he wants.” the boy turned back to you. “he better make up his mind now, before i take you right here in front of him.”
“um.” the older boy gulped, he so badly wanted to get in between you both, but he was scared. “not tonight.” he said. “im really tired.” he said. “the door is always open.” felix was quick to drag you out of the hot tub. “good night sung.” you smiled. “fuck come on, i’m fucking hard.”
“oh fuck!” jisung couldn't get rid of his hard on, especially when he could hear both of you moaning on the other side of the wall. “fuck deeper lix.” his hands traveled down to his pants, palming his erection. “fuck, you're so fucking tight.” he pulled his pants down , his cock springing , he hissed as the air conditioned room hit his leaking tip.
he wrapped his hands around his base , moving his hands up and down, listening to both of you going at it , it didn't matter who voice he heard , all he could do was imagine what you two looked like; how high pitched your voice got when you were close, how deep felixs got when you tightened around him, letting you know how he was gonna cum.
before he knew it, cum was spurting from his tip , cumming all over his chest and hands. “sh-shit.” he cursed as his hand got all dirty, but he kept going, stroking himself over and over until he could hear both of you cumming, he followed right behind you. “fu-fuck i can't.” he whined , pulling his hand away from his sore cock, he heavily breathed , soft cock sitting on his stomach, covered in his release.
he got out of bed , his post nut clarity hitting him as he cleaned himself up with a towel, climbing back to bed, the sound of you both still going at it as he drifted off to sleep.
he got up the next morning, the house was still quiet— getting up stretching; rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom. he did his business, brushing his teeth before making his way back to the bathroom, felix standing there made him jump. “i heard you, you know?” he asked.
“we both did.” jisung looked down at the ground. “if you felt uncomfortable you should've said— i wasn't uncomfortable.” he said. “i wanted to join.” he confessed. “so why didn't you?”
“i was scared,” he said. “of what, she literally jerked you off in front of me.” he said. “i-i know , but this is different.” he said. “i just don't know what to do with both of you.” he said. “you just need guidance.” he said , inching closer to the boy. “let us do that.” he took the boys hand. “i-is she good?” felix smirked. “so fucking good.” he bit his lip. “you’ll fucking cum as soon as you feel how tight she is.”
“is she the only one you're desperate to see naked?” the blonde haired boy pouted. “not me?” he now had the boy pressed against the wall. “you don't miss how i feel against you.” felix could feel the boy's cock hardening. “i guess you do.” jisungs hips moved involuntarily, felix cursed; ready to go again. “w-we can't do this out here.” jisung stuttered. “why not?” felix hummed , grabbing the boys waist to steady him as they rubbed against each other. “you're about to cum, i can feel your cock twitching.”
the boy was right, he did know his body like back of his hands. “fu-fuck lix.” he cursed. “I'm gonna cum.” he whined. “then cum for me, no one is stopping you.” felix grabbed the boys face, kissing him hold him up as they both came. “fu-fuck lix I can't.” the blonde stop, wiping the drool from the elders face. “still sore from last night?” he smirked. “fucked yourself to sleep.” jisung whined. “stop.” felix laughed. “let's get cleaned up before she wakes up, you know she likes coffee and breakfast before her day really starts.”
“let's go to the beach today.” you finally had woken up, coffee and breakfast waiting for you curiosity of felix. “i want to get out of the house.” you said, jisung could see all of the marks felix left on you, all the way down to your exposed chest. “sure we can, it's why we're here.” felix sat down next to you. “ji you coming?” he nodded, smiling. “yeah.” you clapped. “great, let's eat and get dressed so we can go.”
after breakfast you all went to your respective room, doing whatever; getting dressed when it was time , making your way to the car. “you gonna sit in the front with me, or you're sit in that back and make our sungie feel good again?” you rolled your eyes, turning to jisung. “i’ll leave him be for now.” you climbed into the front seat.
the drive down to the beach was nice; the air felt good, jisung and felix looking at you and how beautiful you were. felix knew, he knew his feelings the day he kissed you at that party; jisung on the other hand , his hit him like a brick, and he didn't know what to do.
“she really is something.” they both watched you tan from the water. “yeah she is.” felix said. “so we both have feelings for her.” jisung said. “and she clearly likes us both.” felix saw you sit up , looking at them smiling, waving them over. “and us?” the freckled boy asked. “do you like us?” he pointed in between them. “i-i do.” he said. “i really do, i like you both.” felix smiled, grabbed a hold of the boys hand. “well then it's settled.”
you saw them walking up to your towel; hand and hand as they sat down. “and what is this?” you said, smirking. “what was said when i wasn't ear shot?” you asked. “the same thing i told you last night.” felix smirked. “well you know after you regained conscience.”
truth is, after last night, felix did confess to you; and his feelings for jisung. it was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders , hearing him say that; holding that in by yourself took a toll on you, constantly fighting with your feelings for both the boys. “and?” you looked at both of them. “fortunately for you, you’ll never have to use that useless ass vibrator you keep in your top drawer.”
hearing that he felt the same made your heart swell; never did you think you'd be here today. “let's go back to airbnb.”
the sat in the back with jisung on the way back; you held his hand, leaving little kisses on his fingers. “she can be pretty loving when she isn't horny.” felix said from the front. “well that doesn't mean im not horny, im just really happy.” you said, kissing his cheeks, watching them turn red. “really happy.”
the three of you made it to your airbnb, taking your shoes off outside. “i need a shower.” you said, feeling the sand everywhere already. “join me?” you held your hands out. “both of you.”
you thanked the gods, the people who owned the house had a walk in shower, big enough to fit all three of you. “i fucking hate sand.” you ran the water, getting rid of your clothing, the boys staring at you, making you stop. “are you both gonna just stand there or are you gonna stand there and be perverts?” you climbed into the shower, the boys undressing, getting into the water. “fuck that's hot!”
“you're gonna have to get used it if we're gonna be showering more frequently.” your purred, felix seeing the look in your eyes, forming a plan in his head. “baby why don't you give our sungie some love.” he ordered. “he's a bit nervous about this whole thing.” you pouted, turning to the boy. “don't be nervous.” you whispered in his ear. “we'll take good care of you.” your hands raked down his chest, he moaned as your manicured hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “i promise.”
your hand moved up and down, running your thumb along his tip. “fu-fuck please.” he whined, giving himself to you completely. “feels good baby?” you kissed his neck. “so-so good.” he threw his head back against the shower. “get on your knees.” felix said. “get him off like you did me yesterday.” felix cursed, stroking his cock slowly as he watched sink down to your knees , taking the older boy into your mouth. “oh my god.”
you bobbed your head up and down. “pretty you can do better, take him deeper.” your hands squeezed his thighs as you took him fully into your mouth. “oh fuck , im gonna cum if you keep doing that.” he groaned, you gagged around his length, making his legs shake. “fuck fuck fuck.” his hips tangled up in your hair , pushing you down on his cock, holding it until he came. “fuck im sorry.” he said as you pulled away. “i got carried away.”
“don't worry she likes it, look at her face.” felix got tired of watching, grabbing your hair much like jisung did. “told you, look at her drooling over my cock.” he tapped his tip on you lips. “open.” he commanded. “good girl.” he pushed your head down. “just like that.” he sighed. “love this mouth already.” he held it still as he abused your throat. “fuck.”
felix pulled jisung into a passionate kiss, his other hand grabbing a hold of the boys cock, which was even harder than before. “so fucking hard.” he groaned. “fuck does that feel good?” jisung nodded. “so-so good.” he whimpered. “i-im not -shit- I'm not gonna last.” he felt the sensation building in his stomach. “fuck me too, I'm gonna cum.” felix pulled out of your mouth, stroking himself and jisung. “open your mouth.” he let jisung go. “fuck I'm cumming.” felix groaned , cumming. “fuck!” he cursed , his release hitting your cheeks and lips.
“come on sung , cum for her look how bad she wants it.” the blonde hair boy encouraged the boy who stroked his cock, he looked down at you, your face covered in cum, lips swollen; the boy's cock twitched in his hand as he released himself all over your face.
giving up on the shower , the three of you stepped out ,hands all over each other's as you made a way to the bedroom, the bed getting wet from your bodies as you climbed on top of jisung. “you ready?” he nodded, you slowly sunk down on him. “fuck he's so big.” you moaned out, as you fully took him in. “don't move yet.” felix got behind you, holding your waist. “think you can take us both?”
you nodded, moving your ass against him; this made jisung moan. “easy.” felix said. “don't make him cum before i get inside you.” his hissed as he pressed the tip of his cock against your already filled cunt. “fuck, baby it's okay.” he slowly bullied his cock inside you. “goddamn.” he sighed , you we holding yourself up planting your hands right besides jisungs head, as felix filled your cunt, both the boys inside you now. “wa-wait fuck.” jisung whined.
he could feel it all, the tightening from your cunt, the twitching from felixs dick— it was all too much. “shit if you don't move, im gonna cum.” he said , sweat rolling down his forehead. “told you she was tight, you ready baby?” you nodded. “please move.” all three of you began to move, han bucking his hips up, as you moved your hips up and down, felix controlling how fast you went. “fuck let's speed this up.”
he gripped your waist as he began to fuck into much rougher, all three of you moaning out. “fuck i can feel both of you.” his voice was deep and dripping with lust. “fuck sung your cock keeps twitching -shit- you gonna cum?” the boy below, nodded. “fuck sungie.” you whined, “please cum inside me.”
that's all he needed before he was cumming; your legs shaking as you followed him , cumming; a white ring forming around their cocks. “sh-shit.” felix pulled out, stroking himself, his release sprouting from his cock, hitting your ass and jisungs thighs. “fuuuuck.” he finished himself.
the three of you laid down in felix; fully showered and dressed, your legs tangled up with each other. “so now what” jisung was the first one to speak. “do we just go home after this and never speak of it, or do we actually give this a try?” he asked. “how do we explain this to people?”
it was silent before you spoke up. “We don't explain it, it's none of their business.” you said. “i like you both, i want to be with you both.”
“yeah but people will talk.” felix scoffed. “let them talk , we all like each other and we aren't hurting everyone.”
hearing you both, jisung felt comfortable; knowing you both would protect him. “don't worry ji we both got you.” he smiled. “now what should we do tomorrow.” you asked. “i know what we should do.” felix smirked against your skin. “we aren't staying in the house the entire trip and having sex , I want to go shopping.”
jisung smiled listening to you both go back and forth. “we can easily do both.” he spoke up. “see now that he can have you whenever, he's gonna let his perv flag fly.” felix said , your head resting on his forearm as he ran his fingers through jisungs hair. “st-stop calling me a perv.” he said. “did you give her back the black panties you stole?" you shot up in shock.
“i thought i lost those, i swore i was going crazy !”
For everyone who has read my Hyunjin Dolly fic, I'm making this post where you will be able to comment if you want to be added or removed from the taglist to this series.
The series will consist of 9 chapters, each for one individual doll, and they will tie in together in the final chapter. I'd like to clarify that the dollies are posted in a non-linear story.
Summary: After their first night together, she couldn’t stop desperately craving a second round with her boyfriend and his best friend. But while she tried to beg them to have their way with her again, they already had a plan for her.
Warnings: OKAY let‘s see….. Anal (Hyunlix), Double Penetration, Felix being a Pussy Eater again and yea…. everything sex related i fear…..
Enjoy 🙂↕️
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She woke up nestled between two gorgeous men, her body warm and tangled in the sheets. For a moment, she lay still, her mind hazy—until the memories of last night crashed over her all at once. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she was too exhausted to process any of it. Her limbs felt heavy, her body deliciously sore.
The next time she stirred, the bed was empty. The warmth of their bodies had faded, leaving only the faint scent of them lingering on the sheets. With a quiet sigh, she pushed herself up, stretching despite the ache in her legs.
By the time she made it to the kitchen, dressed but still drained, her muscles protested every step. A slow burn, a deep ache—evidence of exactly what had happened.
Changbin was the only one there, He glanced up as she walked in, the corner of his lips twitching.
“Morning… Rough night?”
Her face burned instantly.
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As she walked down the street toward his workplace, the cool evening air did little to soothe the warmth simmering under her skin. She waved at the security guard with a soft smile.
“Good evening, Miss Y/N. Felix is in the dance practice room.”
She nodded in thanks and stepped into the elevator, carefully balancing the tray of drinks in her hands. The smooth hum of the lift did nothing to quiet her racing thoughts. The moment she stepped into the practice room, the lively energy of the group washed over her.
“Wow, look at you. Felix, your girlfriend is an angel,” Seungmin called out the second he spotted his favorite coffee shop logo on one of the cups.
“Please, someone help me before I drop everything,” she laughed, only now realizing just how exhausting it was to carry them all.
The boys immediately stopped what they were doing, reaching for the drinks without hesitation. Felix pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before taking his cup, the warmth of his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary.
“Felix, no way you made your girlfriend come all the way here just to bring us coffee,” Bang Chan teased. “That is very un-boyfriend-like behavior.”
“Yo, I just told her we were practicing. That was her own will,” Felix defended, his voice light with amusement.
But she wasn’t listening.
Her eyes had wandered—unbidden, instinctual—toward Hyunjin. He was standing slightly apart from the others, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, the tank top clinging to his frame like it had been made just for him. Muscles sculpted with an almost ridiculous perfection, every flex, every shift of his body an unintentional display of raw beauty.
He noticed her staring. And he looked right back.
A slow, knowing smirk played at the edges of his lips.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks, and she quickly shifted her gaze back to Felix—only to find him already watching her. His expression unreadable, but his eyes dark, knowing. The air in the room changed, something unsaid passing between the three of them.
Lee Know, sensing the shift, leaned in toward Bang Chan.
“Hyung,” he muttered, “maybe shut up for a second.”
And just like that, her face burned.
She sank into the sofa, crossing her legs tightly as she watched them. The boys had returned to their practice, sweat glistening on their skin, muscles flexing with every sharp movement. She tried—God, she tried—to ignore the way Hyunjin had just looked at her.
But the heat between her thighs made it impossible.
They spent too much time together, moving in sync both on and off the stage. Sometimes, they even seemed to speak in a language only they understood.
A treacherous thought crept into her mind. Had they fucked behind her back?
The idea made her thighs clench. The night hadn’t been that long ago, but with how comfortable they were around each other, how easily they touched, how effortlessly they existed in each other’s space… It could have happened.
She bit her lip, looking up just in time to see Felix and Hyunjin exchange a high-five. The sound of their palms meeting sent a shockwave through her body—her mind throwing her straight back into that night.
The way they had ruined her together.
A quiet whimper almost slipped from her lips, but she swallowed it down. Fuck, she was so worked up.
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Later that night, she tossed and turned in Felix’s bed, the sheets cool against her feverish skin. She squeezed her thighs together, but it did nothing—nothing to ease the ache, nothing to replace the way they had both felt inside her.
The sound of running water stopped, and a few moments later, Felix stepped into the room, towel slung low around his hips. His damp hair dripped onto his shoulders, droplets sliding down his sculpted chest. He barely made it two steps before noticing the way she was staring at him.
He smirked. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, her breath unsteady.
“I need you two to fuck me dumb again.”
Felix’s smirk faded. His eyes darkened, jaw ticking as he exhaled through his nose. A slow, knowing chuckle left his lips as he stalked toward her, the air between them thick with heat.
“Oh?” He tilted her chin up, thumb ghosting over her parted lips. “You miss the way he touched you?”
She nodded, barely able to breathe.
His thumb pressed against her lower lip, slipping inside just slightly. “Then I guess we’ll have to call him, won’t we?”
She sucked on his thumb, her lips warm and soft around it, tongue swirling just enough to make it obscene. She knew exactly what she was doing—how much Felix liked watching her like this, pliant and eager, her big eyes looking up at him like she’d do anything for him.
But instead of rewarding her, he sighed. A slow, deliberate sound.
Then, he pulled his thumb from her mouth with a wet pop and wiped the glistening sheen of spit against her flushed cheek.
“No.”
Her stomach dropped.
He tilted her chin up between his fingers, his voice calm, almost pitying. “I spoil you too much, sweetheart.”
She swallowed hard.
“You’re just a little spoiled girl, always begging to be stuffed full without even earning it.”
Her thighs clenched together instinctively, the sharp rejection making the heat between them ache even more.
“Felix… please—”
“No.” He cut her off, voice firm. “Why would you deserve it?”
She stared up at him, her nails digging into the sheets. He loved this. Loved making her squirm, watching her melt into desperation.
She shifted forward on the bed, crawling toward him on her knees. Her nightgown was barely anything, thin and delicate, the lace tracing over her curves. It had ridden up, exposing her bare thighs, and her nipples pressed stiff against the fabric, aching for attention.
Felix ignored it.
The towel slipped from his waist as he reached for his boxers, leaving him completely bare for a few seconds. And god, fuck, she couldn’t look away.
His body was carved perfection—toned, sweat-kissed from the heat of the shower. And between his thighs, his cock hung heavy, thick, and teasingly out of reach.
She swallowed hard, her mouth going dry.
She barely realized she had leaned forward, staring shamelessly, her breath coming faster. The ache between her legs was unbearable now, her body desperate, skin too hot, too sensitive.
“Lixie, please,” she whimpered, shifting even closer. “I’ll be so good…”
Felix finally pulled his boxers on, raising an eyebrow as he climbed onto the bed.
“Oh?” He tilted his head, voice laced with amusement. “And why should I believe that?”
“Because I will do anything,” she whispered. “Anything you want. I just—” She exhaled shakily. “I just need you. Please.”
For a second, she thought she had won—thought he’d finally give in.
Then, he smirked.
And laid back against the pillows, stretching out comfortably, completely unbothered by the way she was practically begging at this point.
“Maybe,” he mused, “you should ask Hyunjin what he thinks about it.”
Her breath hitched.
Her whole body stiffened. “W-what?”
Felix smirked at the stunned expression on her face. “You heard me.”
Then, he reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
She sat there, still kneeling on the bed, heat burning under her skin, her heart pounding against her ribs.
How the fuck was she supposed to ask Hyunjin?
Should she… seduce him?
The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her thighs squeeze together instinctively.
Would he let her? Would he make her work for it the way Felix did? Or would he take control the second she so much as looked at him the wrong way?
She swallowed, fingers curling into the sheets.
She might have been spoiled.
But she wasn’t patient.
And if Felix wasn’t going to give her what she wanted… she would find another way to get it.
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The dorm was quiet, the kind of stillness that only settled deep into the night. Most of the members were asleep, and Felix… well, he was still ignoring her on the second night.
She couldn’t sleep.
She needed to do something.
So she slid out of bed, slipping one of Felix’s oversized shirts over her body, barely bothering with shorts underneath. It was just the dorm, after all. And if she happened to run into Hyunjin?
Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.
She padded into the kitchen, her bare feet light against the cool floor. The fridge hummed softly as she opened it, grabbing a bottle of water—only to freeze when she heard a voice behind her.
“Can’t sleep?”
Her pulse jumped.
She turned, the dim kitchen light casting long shadows over the tall figure standing in the doorway. Hyunjin. His hair was damp, strands curling slightly at the ends, and he was shirtless, just a loose pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
Oh.
She licked her lips, gripping the cold bottle tighter. “Yeah.” Her voice came out softer than she intended. “You?”
Hyunjin shrugged, stepping inside. “I was sketching. Needed a break.”
She swallowed, watching as he moved closer.
He smelled clean—like body wash and something distinctly him, warm and slightly musky. And when he leaned against the counter beside her, his arm nearly brushing hers, the heat between them became impossible to ignore.
Perfect.
She turned toward him slightly, shifting her weight just enough for the oversized shirt to slip down her shoulder, exposing a hint of smooth skin.
“You work too hard,” she murmured, taking a slow sip of water. “You should let yourself relax more.”
Hyunjin exhaled a quiet laugh. “And how do you suggest I do that?”
She tilted her head, her fingers tracing idly over the condensation on the bottle.
“I could help,” she said, letting the words linger between them.
Hyunjin’s gaze flickered, his jaw tightening just slightly.
Oh, she had his attention now.
It hit her all at once.
The way Hyunjin leaned back against the counter, eyes dark with amusement, lips curled in that lazy, knowing smirk. The way he didn’t look surprised at all by how she was acting—by how desperate she was, shifting on her feet, heat crawling under her skin.
Felix had planned this.
They were both in on it.
She really was too spoiled.
Hyunjin exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if he pitied her. “Tsk. You just don’t learn, do you?”
She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together. “I—”
“Shh.”
Before she could answer, his hand dropped down to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them lower just enough to tease her with the sharp lines of his hips.
Her breath hitched.
Then, he palmed himself lazily over the fabric, fingers wrapping around his length, pressing just enough to make the shape of it obvious. “Is this what you want?”
A soft, broken whimper slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
She was too worked up, too far gone, too fucking needy to play it cool. Her entire body felt like it was pulsing, heat radiating from her core, making her skin feel sensitive, restless, desperate.
Hyunjin chuckled, slow and low.
“Ask for it nicely, sweetheart,” he murmured. His fingers tightened around himself just slightly, stroking once, slow and deliberate, enough to make himself twitch under the fabric.
She bit her lip so hard it nearly hurt.
She wanted to drop to her knees right then and there, wanted to press her lips to the growing outline in his sweats, wanted to show him exactly how much she needed this.
Her mouth opened—ready to beg, ready to say anything.
And then—
Hyunjin sighed dramatically, letting go of himself, his hand dropping back to his side.
“Ugh, I’m so tired.” He stretched his arms over his head, yawning like he hadn’t just had her on the verge of losing her mind. “Goodnight.”
Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked off, disappearing down the hallway toward his room.
She stood there, frozen in place, her body screaming in frustration.
Her fists clenched at her sides. “Fuck you,” she muttered under her breath.
From down the hall, she heard him chuckle. “You wish.”
She cursed again, then turned toward Felix’s room, where she knew he was still awake, probably smirking to himself just like Hyunjin had been.
They were going to fucking kill her.
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Her body wasn’t letting it go.
Even after she’d stormed back to Felix’s room, dropping onto his bed in a frustrated mess, she still felt hot, still felt restless. It was unbearable—the way her skin tingled, the way every little movement made her painfully aware of how empty she was. Felix wasn‘t in the Bed… probably on the toilet…..
Hyunjin’s teasing had pushed her too far.
Felix’s rejection had left her wound up too tight.
She buried her face into the pillow, letting out a muffled whine. They can’t do this to me.
They had left her like this—knowing how desperate she was, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep, knowing exactly what she would end up doing.
Maybe that was part of their plan, too.
She turned on her Back.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, hips shifting, searching for relief. The feeling wasn’t enough. Not even close.
Her fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
A sharp breath left her at the first touch—her own warmth, her own slick betraying just how much she needed it. She let her legs fall open, breath hitching as she stroked slow, teasing herself the way they should have been doing.
Her mind spiraled, flashing back to Hyunjin’s fingers wrapped around himself, the way he had stroked so slowly, the lazy amusement in his voice as he told her to ask nicely.
Felix’s voice from earlier echoed in her head. Maybe you should ask Hyunjin what he thinks of it.
Her stomach clenched.
What would Hyunjin do if he saw her like this—legs spread, back arching against the sheets, her fingers drenched with her own need? Would he call her pathetic? Tell her she was proving their point?
She swallowed hard, whimpering softly as she sped up, fingers circling exactly where she needed them most.
Her body tightened, the pleasure building higher, hotter—almost there, almost—
The door creaked open.
She froze.
Her breath caught in her throat, heart slamming against her ribs. She barely had time to yank the blanket over herself before she heard it—
A quiet, amused hum.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Felix.
Her stomach dropped.
Her head snapped up to see him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t even trying to hide the smirk on his lips, the glint in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.
“I leave you alone for five minutes and you can’t even behave?”
She swallowed hard, gripping the sheets tighter. “I—I wasn’t—”
He raised a brow. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”
Her body was still thrumming with need, still aching, still so close. The blanket was doing nothing to hide the way her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, or the way her thighs had yet to close.
Felix tilted his head, stepping inside.
“Looks like Hyunjin was right,” he murmured. “You really don’t deserve it yet.”
Her entire body flushed with heat. “Felix—”
“Mm-mm.” He reached down, taking the edge of the blanket between his fingers. “You want to touch yourself like a needy little thing? Go ahead.”
Then, with one sharp tug, he pulled the blanket away.
Her breath hitched—completely exposed under his gaze, her hand still buried between her thighs, her skin burning with humiliation and want.
Felix just grinned.
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The next few days were hell.
For her. For the boys. For everyone.
Felix and Hyunjin had left her high and dry, and her frustration was hitting a breaking point.
She was moody, snappy, and completely unbearable.
Changbin, poor, unsuspecting Changbin, had barely asked where the salt was when she threw the entire pack at him without a word.
Lee Know, who only wanted the remote, had barely touched her shoulder when she turned to him with glassy eyes, voice cracking, “I don’t know where it is!” before she burst into tears.
The whole dorm was walking on eggshells.
And they—Felix and Hyunjin—were enjoying every second of it.
They weren’t even subtle about it.
Felix would pass by her in the kitchen, hand brushing the small of her back, lips ghosting over her temple, whispering, “Such a moody little thing, aren’t you?” before walking away like it was nothing.
Hyunjin would sit too close to her on the couch, spreading his legs wide, body heat seeping into her skin, looking at her with that knowing smirk that made her want to either strangle him or ride him right then and there.
She couldn’t take it.
She had half a mind to beg, to drop her pride and beg—but just when she was about to give up, something changed.
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She woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of soft lips pressing along the side of her neck.
Warm. Slow. Teasing.
A breathy sigh left her lips before she even opened her eyes, her body already reacting before her mind caught up.
“Lixie?” she murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.
A low hum vibrated against her skin, but the voice that answered wasn’t Felix’s.
“Mmm… it’s Jinnie, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow under the door.
She turned her head, blinking the sleep away, only to find Hyunjin lying beside her, his face inches from hers, his hands already palming at her breasts through the thin lace of her nightgown.
Her breath caught. “What are you—”
Hyunjin hushed her with a kiss, soft and lingering.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered against her lips. “Felix is in the bathroom.”
She should’ve pushed him away. She should’ve questioned why Felix wasn’t here. But the second he squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, a whimper escaped her lips instead.
“We didn’t punish you because you were a bad girl,” he murmured, lips trailing along her jaw. “We just wanted to hear it from you first. We wanted you to ask for it.”
She shivered beneath him, hips shifting, pressing against nothing. “I—I did—”
“Not properly.” His hand slipped lower, fingers teasing along the edge of her nightgown. “Felix had to prep himself for a second night, you know.”
Her stomach clenched at the words.
Felix. Prepping himself.
Her breath hitched. She looked up at Hyunjin. “Remember how he promised me I could fuck his ass too?”
Hyunjin’s lips curled. “Mm,” he hummed, kissing her again, swallowing the soft moan that left her lips. “And he keeps his promises.”
“Felix is in the bathroom.”
The words echoed in her head, but she barely registered them.
Not when Hyunjin’s lips were already moving down her neck.
Not when his hands were already teasing at the hem of her nightgown.
“You missed us that much, huh?” His voice was all silk and sin, low against her skin. “You’ve been such a brat these past few days… all moody, snapping at the boys…”
His fingers ghosted over her inner thigh, but never where she needed him.
She whimpered, hips shifting, trying to guide his touch lower.
Hyunjin only chuckled. “Look at you… so desperate.”
He dipped his head, lips skimming along her collarbone. “But we couldn’t just give in right away, baby. We had to be sure you wanted it again.”
His teeth scraped gently, just enough to make her squirm.
“And now?” He exhaled against her skin. “Now we’re sure.”
She gasped softly as his hand finally cupped her through her panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had her entire body tensing.
“Jinnie…” she whined.
“Shh.” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, just barely teasing at her slick heat. “You’re soaking, sweetheart.”*
She shuddered. “Because you two left me like this for days.”
Hyunjin smirked, pressing his fingers against her just enough to make her ache. “Mmm… and whose fault is that?”
“Yours!”
“Wrong answer.”
He pulled his hand away completely.
“Jinnie—!”
“Shh,” he murmured again, fingers pressing against her lips instead. “You want Felix to hear you begging while he’s getting ready for me?”
Her stomach clenched at the thought, at the realization of what was happening just a few feet away.
Hyunjin smiled lazily, watching her expression shift. “Oh? You like that, don’t you?”
She swallowed, her whole body burning.
“You want to go in there and see?”
She hesitated—God, she wanted to—but before she could answer, he flipped her onto her stomach.
“Too bad,” he whispered against her ear, pinning her hips down. “You have to wait your turn, baby.”
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Her wrists were bound.
Not tightly—just enough to keep her in place, to remind her who was in control.
Hyunjin had made sure of that.
She lay on her back, arms above her head, chest rising and falling in frustration. Her lace nightgown had ridden up, her wet pussy dripping, and her thighs were already trembling—because Hyunjin hadn’t stopped touching her, hadn’t stopped teasing her.
But every time she whimpered, every time she begged, he just smirked.
“You wanna be a good girl now, huh?” His voice was a slow drawl as he trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, stopping just before she got what she needed.
She bucked her hips, desperate for anything. “Jinnie, please—”
“Shh.” He leaned down, lips brushing against her ear. “You don’t get to make demands. Not after the way you’ve been acting.”
She wanted to snap at him, tell him how unfair this was, but her words were cut off by the sound of the door opening.
Felix had finally come back.
And the moment he stepped into the dimly lit room, his breath hitched at the sight in front of him.
“Well, well…” Felix’s voice was hoarse, still flushed from the time he’d spent prepping. “She’s already a mess.”
Hyunjin chuckled, shifting so he was straddling her waist, keeping her completely pinned beneath him. “She’s been a mess, Lix.” His fingers ghosted over her sensitive heat, making her jolt. “But she hasn’t earned anything yet.”
Felix tilted his head, his gaze dark, as he drank her in—her flushed skin, her parted lips, her arms restrained above her head.
“Is that so?”
Hyunjin nodded. “She’s been a little brat these past few days. Taking out all her frustration on the boys, throwing tantrums…” His fingers teased at the edge of her soaked panties. “And she still thinks she deserves to be fucked.”
Felix hummed, stepping closer. “That doesn’t sound very fair, sweetheart.”
She whined, struggling against the binds. “I wouldn’t have been frustrated if you two didn’t leave me like this for days!”
Hyunjin tsked, shaking his head. “And now you’re making excuses…”
“Jinnie—!”
“No.”* He leaned down, kissing her slowly, deeply, making her toes curl before pulling away just as suddenly. “You wanna make up for it? You’re gonna have to watch first.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?”
Felix finally climbed onto the bed beside them, running his fingers lightly along her bare thigh. “That’s right, baby. You don’t get to join in yet.”
Hyunjin pressed a chaste kiss to Felix’s lips before turning back to her, his smirk widening.
“You’re gonna watch us first. And we’ll see if you’ve really learned your lesson.”
She moaned in frustration, her entire body burning as the two boys in front of her exchanged another lingering kiss—Hyunjin’s hand already moving to Felix’s waist, pulling him closer.
She shivered.
She was so screwed.
She had never seen Felix like this before.
Her breath caught as he positioned himself on all fours right in front of her, his head nestled between her thighs—close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath, but not close enough to give her anything.
“You like watching, sweetheart?” His voice was low, teasing, his dark eyes locked onto hers.
She squirmed, but her bindings didn’t let her move.
“Felix…” she whimpered.
He grinned—like he was relishing in her frustration. “Ah, but you don’t get to do anything yet.” His fingers grazed her thigh, making her body jolt. “You’re just gonna lay there and be our little audience for now.”
Behind him, Hyunjin’s hands smoothed over Felix’s waist, his fingers digging into his skin just slightly as he lined himself up.
“Relax for me, baby,” Hyunjin murmured, his tone softer, gentler—but his grip stayed firm. “You prepped well, yeah? I bet you’re gonna take me like a good boy.”
Felix shuddered, his fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him as he exhaled shakily. “Fuck, Jinnie…”
She watched, entranced, as Hyunjin pressed in slowly—his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Felix stretching around him for the first time.
“Shit…” Hyunjin let out a shaky groan, his fingers digging deeper into Felix’s hips. “You’re so fucking tight, Lix.”
Felix whined, his back arching, his breath coming out in shudders as he adjusted to the stretch.
And she—she was losing her mind.
Every little sound Felix made, every tiny movement, every time Hyunjin praised him—it was making her body burn with need.
“That’s my good boy,” Hyunjin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Felix’s shoulder before rolling his hips deeper. “Taking me so fucking well…”
Felix moaned, his head dropping between her thighs, his breath coming out in hot, uneven gasps against her bare skin.
She could feel everything—his heavy breaths, the way his body tensed and trembled, how Hyunjin’s movements sent small shocks through him that transferred directly to her.
“F-Fuck…” Felix whispered, before suddenly lifting his head to look at her again. His lips were parted, his pupils blown with pleasure—and he was smirking.
“Poor baby,” Felix mocked, his voice breathless, but still full of teasing cruelty. “You just have to sit there and watch, huh? Bet you’re dying to be in my place.”
She whimpered, trying to close her legs, but Felix’s hands immediately pushed them apart again.
“Ah, ah,” he scolded playfully, his nails dragging along the inside of her thigh. “You don’t get to hide from me.”
Hyunjin’s pace picked up, his grip on Felix’s waist tightening as his voice came out in husky groans. “Look at you, baby… taking me so good“
Felix gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets as his whole body shuddered.
“Jinnie—fuck—”
She could barely breathe.
Hyunjin’s movements rocked Felix against her, every slight shift making his breath hitch against her skin, sending shocks straight to her core.
She wanted to move. She wanted to touch.
But she couldn’t do anything.
And Felix knew it.
His smirk deepened, his lips grazing her thigh as he watched her suffer.
“You gonna cry, baby?” His voice was mocking, but there was a deep hunger in his gaze. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To see what it’s like when you’re not the center of attention.”
Hyunjin let out a low chuckle, his fingers digging into Felix’s waist as he snapped his hips forward. “She looks so cute when she’s desperate, doesn’t she?”
Felix moaned, his nails scratching down the sheets as his body trembled from the impact.
And she—she was soaked, her body burning, her mind spiraling from the sight in front of her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please…” she whimpered, her voice shaking, pleading. “Please let me join…”
Felix tilted his head, pretending to think.
“Hmm…” His fingers ghosted up her thigh, but never touched her where she needed. “I don’t know, baby… you were pretty mean to us this week.”
Hyunjin groaned, snapping his hips deeper, making Felix’s whole body jolt. “Mmm, Lix… I think she’s learned her lesson.”
Felix’s eyes were dark, heated, as he looked at her.
“You think so?”
Hyunjin smirked. “Maybe we should still make her beg a little more…”
Felix chuckled, his breath hot against her skin.
“What do you think, sweetheart? You willing to beg for it?”
She was desperate. She’d never felt so frustrated, so needy—watching, feeling, hearing everything but not being allowed to have it.
“Please…” Her voice was breathless, her wrists straining against the binds as she tried to reach for Felix. “Please, I need it—”
Felix smirked, still breathless himself, his lips swollen from all the kissing, his golden skin flushed under Hyunjin’s hands.
“Mmm… What do you think, Jinnie?” His voice was mocking, but his body shivered under Hyunjin’s touch. “Should we give her something?”
Hyunjin, still thrusting deep into Felix, hummed thoughtfully before leaning forward and biting the back of his neck. “Mmm, I dunno…” he murmured against Felix’s sweaty skin. “You’re still so fucking tight, baby… I’m kinda distracted.”
Felix whimpered, his fingers clenching the sheets.
But then—Hyunjin’s eyes flickered to her.
“She is looking so pretty like this though,” he mused, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips as he snapped his own forward with more force. “Maybe we should let her feel something too… but only a little.”
Felix smirked again, shifting so his face was level with her aching, throbbing heat.
“Guess I could be nice to my poor, needy girl,” he murmured before lowering his mouth onto her.
She gasped, her whole body arching as Felix’s tongue slid through her wet folds, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against her.
“Ohh, look at you,” Hyunjin groaned, eyes flickering between them as he fucked into Felix harder. “Eating her out so sweetly while taking my cock so fucking good, Lix…”
Felix moaned against her, the vibrations sending shocks up her spine.
It was too much—the sight of Felix getting ruined, Hyunjin wrecking him, while she was finally getting something—finally getting a taste of the pleasure they’d been keeping from her.
But she was still tied up. Still helpless. Still at their mercy.
And Hyunjin was relentless.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gripping me so tight,” he growled, one hand sliding down to play with Felix’s sensitive nipples, tweaking and teasing, making Felix’s moans deepen against her core. “So fucking greedy—look at you—clenching around me like you wanna milk me dry.”
Felix whined, his body trembling, his tongue flicking harder against her just from the sheer pleasure of being fucked so good.
Her breath hitched. “Felix—fuck—”
She was so close, her body burning, her hands tugging uselessly at the restraints.
Hyunjin, noticing, chuckled breathlessly. “You wanna touch him that bad, sweetheart?” He leaned down, pressing kisses between Felix’s shoulder blades before whispering, “I think she’s been good enough to let her hands free… don’t you?”
Felix licked up her slit one last time before pulling away, his lips glistening, his voice husky.
“Mmm… I guess…”
He nodded, and Hyunjin untied her wrists.
Her hands flew forward immediately, grabbing onto Felix’s messy, sweat-damp hair, pulling him back into another kiss—his lips tasting like her, his moans spilling into her mouth as Hyunjin grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his back.
Felix gasped, his thighs spreading instinctively, his hair messy against the pillows as Hyunjin hovered over him again.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Hyunjin murmured, guiding himself back in, making Felix whine and arch up into the sensation. “So fucking addictive…”
Felix bit his lip, his eyes hazy, his body trembling under the weight of Hyunjin’s thrusts.
“Mmm, baby,” Hyunjin purred, fingers trailing down to toy with Felix’s nipples again, rolling them between his fingers. “So sensitive, huh? You love this, don’t you?”
Felix whimpered, his hips lifting in response.
And she—she was finally free, her hands shaking as she moved closer, pressing kisses along Felix’s jaw, her hands wandering, her body melting into his.
Felix smirked, even as his body shuddered from Hyunjin’s relentless pace.
“Mmm… you’ve been patient, sweetheart…”
Hyunjin grinned, leaning down to kiss Felix’s throat, his voice husky. “Alright, baby… time to give our girl some attention too…”
Hyunjin pulled out of Felix
“Fuck,” Hyunjin murmured, eyes flicking down to where Felix was still trembling slightly from the stretch. “You got a pretty hole, baby… looks even better stuffed full.”
Felix only smirked, still catching his breath, before grabbing her and pulling her in for a filthy, desperate kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, hungry, messy, fingers curling into her hair as if he needed to claim her all over again.
Hyunjin’s large hands gripped her waist from behind, his hot, heavy length pressing against her ass, grinding slow and deliberate.
“You know how long I’ve been thinking about this tight little pussy?” Hyunjin muttered against her ear, rubbing his tip against her, teasing, barely pressing in. “Had me up all fucking night, baby.”
She whimpered—aching, desperate—but before she could say anything, Felix was already positioning himself underneath her, guiding her over him, his tip nudging against her entrance.
“I still can’t believe this tight pussy can take both of us,” Hyunjin groaned, kissing down her neck, his teeth scraping over her pulse point as Felix slowly pushed inside her. “She was made for it, huh?”
She moaned, trembling, feeling Felix finally sink into her, stretching her in the best way.
“Mmm, fuck,” Felix groaned, hips twitching up, hands gripping her thighs, keeping her pinned against him. “Missed this pussy… she’s so fucking tight, Jinnie.”
Hyunjin chuckled, his lips ghosting over her shoulder, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her back.
“You think she’s tight now?” he murmured, lining himself up, his tip pressing in beside Felix’s cock, nudging into her at the same time. “Wait ‘til I stretch her open.”
She cried out, hands clawing at Felix’s chest, her body shaking as the familiar overwhelming fullness took over.
“Fuuuuck, there she is,” Hyunjin groaned, slowly pushing deeper, watching the way she struggled to take them both, her body clenching around them. “You feel that, baby? This is what happens when you get greedy.”
Felix gasped beneath her, his head tilting back, his lips parting. “Shit, she’s squeezing me so good…”
Hyunjin gritted his teeth, grabbing her hips as he pushed in deeper, finally bottoming out. “She can take it—she’s our good little slut, aren’t you, baby?”
She moaned brokenly, her body overwhelmed, completely at their mercy.
“Mmm, fuck—look at her, Jinnie,” Felix panted, cupping her face, his thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks. “She loves it. Always so fucking desperate to be stuffed full.”
Hyunjin smirked, pulling back only to slam back in, drawing a choked, wrecked moan from her throat.
“Oh, she’s getting off on this,” he murmured, setting a deep, steady pace, making sure she felt every inch of them both. “Look at you, baby—look how easy you take it. This pussy was made to be filled.”
Felix groaned, his hands moving to her hips, gripping her so tightly it was almost bruising. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered against her lips, his thrusts matching Hyunjin’s, both of them dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. “Gonna make you come so fucking hard, sweetheart.”
She was already shaking, barely holding on, her mind foggy, overwhelmed, every movement sending white-hot pleasure surging through her body.
“Come for us, baby,” Felix breathed against her lips. “Be a good girl and soak our cocks.”
And she did.
Her whole body seized up, pleasure crashing through her so violently she could barely breathe. She screamed, her walls clenching down around them both, pulling them even deeper
Hyunjin groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, but he didn’t stop—not yet.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he murmured, slowing down just enough to slip out of her. “Felix—switch with me.”
Felix’s half-lidded eyes flickered open, and he grinned.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
She barely had time to catch her breath before Hyunjin was repositioning Felix over her instead, guiding him between her legs. The thick head of Felix’s cock nudged into her slick heat again, stretching her open just as Hyunjin pressed inside Felix from behind, the blunt tip of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
Felix’s breath hitched, his whole body tensing before a broken moan escaped his lips. His head fell against her shoulder, soft blonde strands brushing against her flushed skin as his lips parted against her throat.
“F-Fuck…” he gasped, his fingers gripping her wrists, pinning them over her head. His whole body trembled, caught between the overwhelming heat of her beneath him and the thick, unrelenting stretch of Hyunjin behind him.
“Mmm, just like that, baby,” Hyunjin groaned, his large hands splayed over Felix’s hips as he thrust forward, sinking in inch by inch.
Felix let out the prettiest whimper, his body shuddering as Hyunjin bottomed out. His nails dug into Y/N’s skin, his hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure wracked through him.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, rolling his hips experimentally. “You love being filled up just as much as she does, huh?” He slid a hand up Felix’s back, pressing between his shoulder blades, arching him forward so Y/N could feel every delicious inch of him inside her. “Look at you—already falling apart, and I’ve barely even fucked you yet.”
Felix could only let out a broken whine, his body writhing between them.
“So fucking greedy,” Hyunjin murmured, grabbing a fistful of Felix’s hair and tilting his head back, forcing him to meet Y/N’s gaze. “She sees it too. Sees how fucking pretty you look getting stretched out on my cock. Doesn’t she, baby?”
“Tell her,” Hyunjin demanded, pulling back just enough before slamming forward again, making Felix cry out. “Tell her how fucking good it feels to be stuffed full like this.”
“I-It feels… so good—fuck, Hyunjin—please don’t stop,” Felix sobbed, his thighs trembling as Hyunjin set a merciless pace, thrusting into him deep and slow, making sure Felix felt every inch.
“That’s my good boy,” Hyunjin praised, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips. “Taking it so well. Letting me stretch you open, fuck you like you were made for it.”
Felix whimpered, his body shaking, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure.
Hyunjin smirked against his ear, his voice low and teasing. “I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You gonna come just from getting your pretty little ass fucked?”
Felix could barely hold himself up, his cock twitching inside his Girlfriend as he let out a desperate moan.
She watched them both, her heart racing, her body still tingling from her orgasm—and yet, she still wanted more.
Felix kissed her, deep and slow, moaning into her mouth as Hyunjin fucked into him, his thrusts pushing Felix even deeper into her.
“Ohhh, fuck—” Felix moaned, gripping her hips, rolling his hips against her, his thrusts syncing with Hyunjin’s.
Hyunjin smirked, reaching around to tweak one of Felix’s nipples, making him gasp and arch.
Hyunjin started kissing Felix’s shoulder, his pace increasing, his thrusts hitting deeper. “Your ass is fucking addictive, baby.”
She was panting, aching, watching them lose themselves in each other, and it was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
“Such a pretty boy, isn’t he, sweetheart?” Hyunjin murmured, looking at her, smirking when he saw her bitten lips, her dazed eyes, her raw need.
“Mmm,” Felix hummed, grinning lazily, kissing her soft and slow.
Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before pleasure slammed into her again, harder, deeper—so overwhelming that she could only moan, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled, her skin burning where Felix had gripped her, where Hyunjin’s rough hands had roamed. She could still feel the aftershocks pulsing between her legs when she let out a desperate whimper.
“Pull out,” she gasped, voice raw from moaning.
Felix stilled, blinking down at her with glazed-over eyes, his lips parted in heavy breaths. Even Hyunjin, usually so composed, faltered for a second, watching her with dark, hooded eyes.
“I need to see you getting off on Hyunjin’s dick,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Felix shivered at her words, but before he could respond, Hyunjin’s hands slid up his thighs, squeezing firmly.
“Fuck, you’re such a little slut for us, aren’t you?” Hyunjin groaned, lips grazing Felix’s ear. “Getting all desperate just to watch me fuck him senseless?”
Felix let out a breathy moan as Hyunjin pulled him flush against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside him. Slowly, Hyunjin adjusted, gripping Felix’s hips and guiding him into position—his back pressed against Hyunjin’s solid chest, his legs spread wide over Hyunjin’s thighs.
“Be a gentleman, Felix,” Hyunjin murmured, amusement lacing his voice. “Do what the pretty girl with the pretty pussy wants.”
Felix whimpered as Hyunjin tilted his chin, forcing him to look at Y/N.
“Let her see how fucking wrecked you are on my cock, baby.”
Felix let out a sharp gasp at the change in angle, his head falling back against Hyunjin’s shoulder. He was completely at his mercy now.
“Shit, look at you,” Hyunjin growled, hands tightening on Felix’s waist as he lifted him. “So fucking tight—taking me so well, baby. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little fucktoy while she watches?”
Felix barely managed a nod before Hyunjin slammed him back down, making him cry out.
“Just like that,” Hyunjin praised, his voice thick with arousal. He held Felix’s thighs still, keeping him open, exposed, as he thrust up into him—deep, brutal, claiming.
Y/N could barely breathe as she watched—watched the way Felix’s body trembled, the way his cock bounced with every thrust, the way his pretty lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.
Felix’s moans were high-pitched, desperate. “I’m— I’m gonna—”
Hyunjin smirked against his neck. “Yeah? You gonna come just from getting fucked like this?” He reached around, wrapping his fingers around Felix’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Be a good boy and make a mess for us, baby. Show her how pretty you look when I fuck you dumb.”
Felix let out a choked sob as his whole body tensed, his orgasm slamming into him so hard that he nearly collapsed. His thighs trembled violently, his breath shattering into desperate, broken moans. Hot ropes of white painted Y/N’s stomach as he shuddered in Hyunjin’s lap, overstimulated and wrecked beyond comprehension.
But Hyunjin wasn’t done with him.
Hyunjin groaned, his pace stuttering as he pushed in deep one last time, grinding into Felix, making sure he felt every thick inch buried inside him. His voice was low and wrecked, the pleasure overwhelming, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips as he spilled inside him, his body jerking with the force of it. “Taking every last drop like a good little slut, aren’t you?”
Felix could barely think, as Hyunjin held him there, grinding lazily, dragging out every last wave of pleasure. Felix whimpered, still twitching, still clenching around Hyunjin’s cock like he didn’t want to let go.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths, the sticky heat of bodies trembling in the aftermath.
And then, slowly, Hyunjin pulled out.
Felix whimpered at the loss, his thighs weak, his whole body shaking. But Hyunjin wasn’t finished admiring his work. He grabbed Felix’s ass, spreading him open, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“Look at this, babe,” he murmured.
Y/N’s breath hitched as she took in the sight—Felix’s hole still stretched and fluttering, slick with Hyunjin’s release, a slow, milky trickle escaping. The heat in her stomach burned, watching the way Felix trembled under their gazes, his lips parted in exhausted bliss.
Before Felix could react, she leaned in—her tongue flicking out, catching the mess before it could spill.
Felix gasped sharply, his whole body jolting, overstimulated. His fingers twitched against Y/N’s skin, his breath hitching in disbelief.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers along Felix’s trembling thighs. “Shit, baby—watching her clean you up? You like that?” His voice was teasing, smug, fully aware of how wrecked Felix was beneath his touch.
Felix only let out a weak whimper, his mind too foggy to form words.
Hyunjin tilted his head, watching Y/N with dark amusement as she licked him clean. “Taste me, baby,” he murmured, his fingers stroking up her spine. “Tell me how good my cum tastes on your tongue.”
Y/N pulled back slightly, lips glistening, her expression slow and sultry as she met his gaze. She let her tongue flick over her lips, savoring the warmth, the musk, the saltiness that lingered.
And then, she smirked.
“So good.”
(it‘s me… the author… see what i did there ? LIFE IS SO GOOD LA LA LA LA LA)
[She/Her pronouns, plus size friendly. Warning, this fanfiction will contain; heavy drinking, cursing, drunk sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, kissing, unprotected sex, implications of cheating, and more. Part one contains; Heavy Drinking, stripping, and cursing. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away, thank you.]
[What is APT? 아파트 (AH/PA/TU), is an Korean drinking game. Two players or more stack their hands and chant: “아파트, 파트, 아파트, 파트, 아파트.” as they wave their hands, alternating them between each other. One player picks a number and another counts, as this player counts everyone moves their hands to the top starting from the bottom. The player with their hand on the top takes a shot and the game continues.]
(Please ignore any mistakes 😭 this was deleted 2 times, and I’ve rewritten all of this from memory, so bear with me. I’m also debating on finishing this, but you let me know what I should do.)
Leave it to Jisung Park to cancel plans he made at the last minute. You should’ve known better than to listen to him when he said he wanted to join Mark and Haechan to throw you a small house warming party. Not even 30 minutes later and he had already backtracked.
“Sorry, I can’t make it tonight, another night okay?” He said. You could strangle him. You had ordered enough food to feed four grown men, and just as you expected, he canceled.
But, luckily for you Mark and Donghyuck were on their way. They sent a text to the groupchat reassuring you that they’d be coming tonight, unlike Jisung.
You sigh and grab three shot glasses to sat them on the coffee table. Placing them down you smile. At least you can count on the two of them, so you don’t feel too bad. It’s not even 15 minutes after their text that you hear your doorbell ring, excited, you squeal and rush over to the door as you call out in a singing tone; “Coming!”
You check the small monitor beside the door, just to be sure that it’s them before—just as you assumed, it is. With a large smile on your face you open the door and squeal happily.
“You came!” You hug them both as Mark laughs. “Duh, we told you we were.” Haechan says jokingly in a snarky tone.
You roll your eyes playfully and look down at the bags in his hands. “Whoa, is that just alcohol?” You ask. Mark nods, “I told him we don’t need that much, but he said-“ “What’s a house warming party without enough alcohol to kill a bear?” You laugh and nod your head in agreement as you step aside to let them in.
Mark shakes his head, they take off their shoes by the door and you lead them back inside.
“It’s just the three of us though, we can’t drink all of that.” Mark agrees with you, but Haechan only waves the two of you off. “It’ll be fine, you can keep whatever you don’t drink tonight—think of it as a gift from your favorite man.” You snicker and sit down on the floor in front of your couch.
They look around the apartment for a second before sitting down. “Damn, this might be nicer than my place.” Mark says. You scoff and look up at him with a smile, “You mean your hundred billion dollar apartment? Yeah, right.” Haechan grunts softly as he sits on the couch beside you.
He sits the bags down on the table and begins to empty the contents out. “Might be? Mark could spend ten billion dollars and his apartment would still suck compared to yours.” You watch as he empties the bottles out of the bags. “What? Why?” Mark asks. Haechan look at him with a smug expression and says; “Because, your apartment doesn’t have a pretty woman.” He says simply.
“Yours doesn’t have one either.” “Says who? Y/N comes over all the time.” “Sure she does. She basically lived with me before she moved.” The pair continue to bicker, but your attention shifts to the sheer amount of alcohol Donghyuck bought. Silently, you count the bottles.
‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11…’
Your eyes widen and you turn to Haechan saying; “How much do you expect us to drink tonight? Aren’t you both lightweights?!” Mark immediately disagrees, so does Donghyuck. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.”
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After giving them a tour of your apartment, you decided that it would be nice to watch a movie while waiting for the food to come. None of the three of you had even acknowledged the bottles of soju sitting on the table. You were too busy trying to figure out what to do next to beat the settling boredom.
“Let’s watch another movie.” You suggest, “There’s nothing to watch.” Donghyuck states. You hum softly as you scroll through the endless movies on the screen. “Terrifier?” Mark immediately disagrees. “Absolutely not, it’s just gore and cruel and unusual punishment.”
“Ballerina?” “We watched that last month.” “A quiet place?” “No, we watched that too.”
You continue going back and forth with Mark until Haechan finally speaks up and says; “Let’s play 아파트!” You turn to look at Haechan and with a confused expression you ask; “What’s that?” He grins.
“A drinking game.” He slips off the couch and sits on the floor beside you. “So, we all put our hands on top of each others and go ‘아파트 파트, 아파트 파트,아파트 파트.’ And then we start move our hands up to the top of the stack and then who’s ever hand is on top has to drink.” You stare at Donghyuck slightly confused, slowly nodding your head with a puzzled expression.
He shakes his head and sucks his teeth. “Mark,” he says, “Come here.” Mark—seemingly already knowing what the game is, sits beside you on the floor and rolls his eyes. “Look, we’ll show you.” Mark puts his hand in the middle and Haechan places his hand on top, Mark puts his hand above Haechans and then Haechan puts his other above Marks.
“Okay, now—since I suggested the game, we say ‘Hyuck’s game, Donghyuck game, game start’ and then we wave are hands like this.”
To demonstrate, they begin waving their hands while alternating which one is on top and which one is on the bottom while chanting; “아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트.” When they stop Haechan’s hand is on the bottom, while one of Mark’s is on the top. “Okay, so since my hand is on the bottom, I pick a number and Mark counts.” You nod and watch. “9.” Mark rolls his eyes and sighs before counting to nine.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.” After counting Mark’s hand is on top again. “Since Mark’s hand is on top he has to take a shot, and then it’s his turn to choose and I count.” He says, “Sounds easy, right?” You nod, this time fully understanding.
“Yeah, easy when he isn’t cheating.” Mark mutters, “There is no cheating, you’re just bad at the game.”
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After just 20 minutes Mark is 5 shots deep, you’re 4, and Haechan is only 1. You quickly realized after your third shot that Donghyuck is strangely good at this game, and Mark is strangely bad at it. Luckily, it was your turn and you were really starting to grasp how to win.
“아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트!” The three of you chant, your hand ends on the bottom and you look over at Haechan with a grin. His poker face is killer. He’s been so calm this whole time, laughing as you and Mark—mostly Mark, filled your glasses to the brim and took shot after shot. But you can’t let him win, so before shouting out a number you think. You glance around you for a second before hesitantly shouting out; “7!”
Mark begins to count and you nervously move your hands upward. “5, 6, 7.” “YES!” You jump up as Donghyuck’s hand lands on top. You laugh as he presses his tongue against his cheek, chuckling as Mark pats his shoulder. “Bottoms up Hyuck!” You tease.
You quickly sit down and pour his shot, pouring until the alcohol is almost overflowing. “Drink! Drink! Drink!” He laughs in amusement at your cute reaction and takes the shot to his head. Just like the first one, he makes it look easy.
As he sits his glass down you gasp and lean onto Mark in a playful manner, you place on hand on his chest and the other on his thigh. "Watch out Mark," You say in a fake whisper; "I think he's planning something." But Mark doesn't respond. His foggy mind is distracted by the smell of your lotion.
Usually he's used to you being so close, but in his impaired state he feels a little shameless. His desire to get a better smell of your scent is a little stronger than his morality, so, he leans in close to smell you a little more. But, just as he does you turn around and look at him. He flinches back and quickly looks away from you, turning red from his neck up as he nervously laughs.
"Be careful, we can't let him win." You add. Haechan, who watched silently laughs and adds in a teasing tone. "Yeah Markie Pooh, don't let me win." You snap your head over to Haechan and jokingly poke his chest as you glare at him. "I'm watching you, don't get cocky Hyuck." He smirks and looks down at you with his eyebrows raised. "Watch all you want," He says. "I don't mind."
You laugh and roll your eyes as you sit up. "Alright. Let's keep going."
The game continues and once again the three of you begin the chant. This time, Mark's hand is at the bottom and Donghyuck counts. Just as expected your hand ends up on top. "Damn it!"
You grab your glass and Haechan fills it to the brim. You huff and quickly down the drink, "Alright! Let's go." Haechan laughs and nods.
"아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트!" This time, his hand is at the bottom. "8." Haechan calls out. Mark inhales deeply and begins to count. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." You silently prayed for Donghyuck's hand to end up on top—but, conveniently for him, this time it's Mark.
You grab another bottle of soju and fill Mark's shot glass. The game continues like this for another five minutes until it's finally Haechan's turn to drink again, but before taking his shot he looks at the two of you and says. "Let's make this more fun." "How?" You ask. His grin tells you that he has a mischievous idea in mind.
"Let's strip after every shot." He suggests. "What?! No!" "Okay." Your reaction is completely different from Mark's. In your mind, the added element of stripping would add a million times more thrill to the game. Currently, there isn't much at stake other than a hangover for everyone. But stripping, adds a certain type of excitement and risk that would make this game even more fun.
As you turn to Mark you ask; "Why not?" Donghyuck leans over your shoulder and repeats after you asking in a teasing tone; "Yeah Mark, why not?" Mark rolls his eyes but before he can respond you say; "C'mon Mark, it'll be fun!" Mark looks at the both of you for a second, the mischievous look on Haechan's face and the excited one on yours spell danger, but—he agrees either way.
"Okay, fine." "Yes!" Haechan takes his shot and this time, instead of continuing the game, he begins to peel his shirt off his body. As he does so you watch with wide and surprises eyes. As he does so you watch with wide and surprises eyes. You grin as he tosses his shirt aside and reach to touch his chest, but he covers his body with his arms and stops you.
"Uh, uh! This isn't free ma'am!" He says jokingly, "But for you..." He moves his arms and allows you to freely touch his chest. You laugh as your hands roam his chest saying; "I love this game." You look over at Mark and grin. "Sorry Mark," Your hand pauses for a moment and you give him a fake pout. "But I hope you lose."
"What?! Why?" Mark asks with a laugh, you grin and shrug your shoulders saying; "I gotta see how much you have in common with Spider-Man." He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but Haechan laughs at your joke.
"Whatever, let's keep playing."
Again the chanting starts. "아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트!" Now that the stakes have been raised, every time the word leaves your mouth your hands feel sweater and your heart seems to beat a little faster. A mixture between excitement and anxiety fill your drunken body, and when your hands finally stop—with yours at the bottom, you almost jump up in excitement as you yell out; "YES!"
They laugh at your excitement, but as soon as you throw out a number, Mark's laughter stops. Donghyuck counts and your hands begin to move. "3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10." "DAMN IT!" Mark curses as his hand ends up on top, but you can't help but cheer. "Yeah baby! Strip! Strip! Strip!" Haechan laughs loudly at your reaction and at Mark's loss as he pours him a shot, only filling the glass half way this time.
Mark huffs loudly and takes it, he slowly drinks it down and then slams the glass on the table. "Take it off! Take it off! Take-" You stop and cover your mouth as he glares at you playfully. You retreat to Haechan and lean your back against him while chanting a bit quieter, "Take it off, take it off." Haechan now following along behind you to further antagonize Mark.
Reluctantly, Mark slowly strips himself of his shirt—only to reveal a white tank top underneath his T-shirt.
“Aw man! What the hell?” You roll your eyes in annoyance and sit up. Mark can’t help but laugh at your reaction. “What?” He teases, “Were you that excited to see me naked?” With zero hesitation you say yes. “Why are you wearing two shirts anyways?” “I always wear an under shirt.” You roll your eyes and look away from him.
“Yeah, alright.”
The game continues and this time Mark’s hand is at the bottom, the two of you stare at him—waiting for him to shout out a number. You can tell he’s nervous from the way his eyes dart around. His cute smile as he thinks gives you butterflies.
“Uhm, 12!” You laugh and shake your head as you begin to count. “1, 2, 3…” You slowly, the anticipation is killing Mark, but entertaining for you and Haechan. “7, 8, 9, 10, 11…” You laugh, knowing that it’ll be on Mark again and finally say 12. Mark groans loudly as Haechan bursts into laughter.
“Take it off! Take it off!” This time, you’re fully expecting him to take off his shirt. But of course not. “Socks count as clothing.” Mark says. You whine and roll your eyes. “What?! How! That’s not even fair!” Haechan stops you and says in a calm tone. “No no, let him take of his socks.” “After that, he’ll have to take his shirt off.”
You look at Donghyuck and softly gasp in excitement. “You’re right!” Mark laughs in disbelief at the both of you and takes both his socks off.
As the game starts again you feel even more determined. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but the room suddenly feels a bit hotter. Tension rises with every second but it only makes the game even more entertaining.
Your hands stop again, but this time Haechan’s hand on the bottom.
In a relaxed manner Haechan calls out his number; “7.” Both you and Mark, are expecting him to have set up Mark to take his shirt off, it only makes sense. Nervously, Mark begins to count, but unexpectedly, your hand ends up on top. “NO!” Mark laughs as he claps his hands. “Ha!” Donghyuck joins him and pours your shot.
“Whatever, youll end up taking it off either way.” You take off your shirt and then drink the alcohol in your glass. When you sit it down the two of them are shamelessly, staring at your breast.
“If you’re gonna stare at least don’t make it so obvious.” You joke. “Hey, it’s not my fault your heart is behind your breasts.” Haechan says, you laugh and playfully shove him as Mark sits silently, turning red as he tries his hardest not to stare.
“Okay, let’s go.”
This time, the chanting is a lot slower. The game feels more fun, but you also feel a little anxious. Sitting between the two of them like this isn’t completely out of the ordinary, you’ve changed in front of them more times than you can count on your fingers and toes—but something about this, the energy and the heat radiating of their bodies makes it feel different.
“아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트…” repeating the process, only this time you’ve picked the number—Haechan counts and your hands move. Your breathing becomes deeper and slower. Finally, your hands stop and to your luck, Mark’s hand is on top .
You high five Donghyuck before pouring Mark’s shot, only filling it half way. “Drink up.” Mark shakes his head and picks up the glass. He takes a second before sipping it down, and when it’s all gone he sits it down then slowly slips his shirt off.
He tossing his shirt next to yours, before he can say anything your hands are already on his body as if they have a mind of their own. He doesn’t even stop you. Instead he watches with a smirk on his flushed face
“Are you happy now?” He asks, you nod and look at him. “Very.” You respond. He leans his head back and smiles with his tongue pressed against his cheek, “You act like you’ve never seen us without a shirt on before.” Haechan says. “Yeah, but usually y’all act like I’m a criminal for looking.” Mark grabs your hands and raises his eyebrow at you. “You’re acting like one.” He says playfully.
You laugh and put your hands up. “Can you blame me?” “Yes.” Again, the game starts. “아파트 파트, 아파트 파트, 아파트 파트!” The pace picks up again as excitement builds and your hand is on the bottom. “13!” Mark counts, his speed also picking up. “9, 10, 11, 12, 12!”
The two of them cheer loudly as you hand lands on top. “Let’s go!” Mark shouts, they high five and laugh—but after you’ve taken your shot they both realize what comes next and their excite smiles slowly fade.
“Oh, wait. You don’t have to-“ Before Mark can finish you stand up and begin unbuttoning your pants. “Rules are rules.” You shove your pants down, trying not to let your underwear get caught—when they’re down to your calf’s you place your hand on Haechan’s shoulder to keep your balance.
You struggle to get them off your leg, it only hits you now just how drunk you are. Luckily, Mark notices and helps you. He looks up at you as he slowly slides the pant leg down your calf, the look in his hazy eyes is a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Your own reflection almost the same thing.
You look down at him a little longer, staring into his eyes as the tension stirs—quickly becoming sexual. It’s only when Haechan clears his throat that you look away. You chuckle anxiously and stumble a little as you place your other hand on Marks shoulder so you can get the other leg down. But just as Mark did, Haechan helps you get it off.
Placing one hand on your foot and the other on your knee, just above your shin he looks up at you with a look similar to Marks. A confident one, one that’s equally as sexual. His hand slowly slides down your leg to push the fabric off your—now, warm skin. When it’s bunched up at the bottom he pulls it all the way down then tosses them to the side with his own shirt.
Slowly, you sit down with the help of Haechan and inhale deeply.
“Should we keep going?” He asks, you nod your head and then look to Mark who seemed to be waiting for your answer before giving his own. “You aren’t gonna quit now, right?” Mark shakes his head. “What about you?” Haechan shakes his head as well. “Okay, good!”
You clap your hands together and put them in the middle, they quickly follow suit—in your stomach the heat you felt becomes a scorching sensation. As you move your hands the tingling sensation in the depths of your body becomes stronger.
“9.” Mark says. As he slurs his words, Haechan counts to nine. Mark moves his hand, then you move yours, then Haechan, then Mark, then you, then Haechan, then Mark, then you again, and finally Haechan.
Standing up Haechan licks his lips and slowly pulls the strings to his feet sweats loose. As they come undone you feel a soft throb between your legs, you watch shamelessly. Too intoxicated to pretend that you hadn’t ever thought about a moment like this. He slowly shoves them down his thighs, his face turning red as the bulge in his underwear is put on full display.
The moment you notice it you feel a sensation similar to having to pee, that heat quickly turns into a wetness.
Neither you or Mark make a comment about the erection in his boxers. At this point, you’re sure Mark must be on the same page. It’d be pointless to point it out.
“Should we keep going?” Mark asks, before Haechan could answer you respond for him. “Why would we stop?” Both your words are slurred. “Exactly, I’ll be damned if I’m the only one exposed tonight.” Donghyuck sits down and you laugh a little. “See, this is why I’m glad I don’t have a penis.” You comment, “What does that mean?” Donghyuck asks.
“Exactly what I said.” You look at him, but his expression makes you look away immediately. His eyes are low and the grin on his face makes you feel unbelievably horny. “But anyways…” You clear your throat and sit up. ‘Relax.’ You think to yourself. But the feeling between your legs is so intense already.
“C’mon, you said we should keep going.” Everyone places their hands in the middle again, but now, there’s no chant. You move your hands and when your hand is on the bottom, you give a number and silently pray that it doesn’t end up in you being completely bare. “1…2…3…4…5…6..7…8…” To your luck, Mark’s hand is on the top. This time, he doesn’t reach to grab his glass; instead, he stands up and unbuckles his belt.
Again, you sit mesmerized. Admiring the way his hands look as he yanks his belt through the loops, even in your drunken state you can still recall all the times you’ve thought about being on your knees in front of him as he took his pants off.
His belt hits the floor with a loud clanking sound, but you don’t look away to see where it landed; you’re too busy watching him remove his pants in a rushed manner. You lick your lips as you see the band of his boxers. Just like Donghyuck, when he’s finally removed them you can see that you were right. He’s in the same boat. The erection in his boxers is as clear as day…..
