ᯓ FRIENDLY FIRE, ROUND TWO — jiung & intak
℘ — jiung (지웅) x reader x intak (인탁) ▸ ⌜ 7.8k ⌟
synopsis ▸ the "friendly competition" you incited at your new year's party only left you in shambles and jiung and intak's rivalry more strained than ever. what made you think another one would fix things this time?
δ — nsfw (mdni 18+), threeway, f/m/m, m/m (yaoi!!), oral (both rec), threeway kissing, unprotected sex, sub!intak, switch!jiung, dom!reader, rough handling, rough sex, power dynamics, multiple orgasms, creampie, tandem blowjob (?? idk what else to call it but you’ll see), face fucking, facial, general filthy shit (very)
ᯓ an — a sequel six months later... this is me being a sick pervert who wants jitak to get it down and let me watch. and yes that scene is inspired by challengers
MASTERLIST // PART 1 (can be read as standalone but it's good for context)
“You know, I thought fucking me would get you guys to finally stop arguing.”
Jiung and Intak, sitting at your sides and across from each other at your small breakfast table, freeze in the middle of their petulant glaring and angry chopstick pointing.
It hasn’t even been an hour since they stepped into your apartment—you’d invited them to smooth things over since that night only seemed to unravel the tension into something messier.
The peace had lasted all of ten minutes before the subtle bickering started up again. And now, here you are, in the middle of yet another battle you were unwittingly drafted into.
They turn to you, their endless ire towards the other slipping away to shock, one flustered and one appalled.
“I didn’t even get to fuck you,” Intak huffs, dropping his chopsticks with a clatter into his bowl. His round eyes sharpen and snap back to Jiung. “He practically hogged you the whole damn time.”
Jiung’s hand tenses around his chopsticks before he neatly places them down. “You’re just bitter that you lost,” he responds coolly, though the tic in his jaw as he returns Intak’s glare is anything but.
You sigh to yourself as, like clockwork, they spur on. You were foolish to think you could ease things over with a peaceful dinner and drinks, but the further they get into their bottle of soju, the further they seem to settle in their pettiness.
“Guys,” you warn.
“I won, fair and square,” Jiung states, completely ignoring you.
Intak sputters, hands flying wildly as he attempts to defend himself. “You cheated! What happened—that was—you weren’t supposed to—“
“Nothing happened,” Jiung cuts in, his demeanour of calm a fickle thing in the face of being reminded of the… unforeseen events of that night.
Jiung refuses to acknowledge what happened between them. He chooses to live in complete denial. You, however…
Flashes come back to you—of an angry kiss, pushing hands, low grunts. None of anything that had any involvement from you.
Your thighs clamp together as a sharp sting of arousal shoots through you at the reminder. The amount of times you’ve had to physically restrain yourself from touching yourself to that memory is a number you’re not willing to admit.
But now, with them in front of you looking as frustrated and flushed as that night, you can’t help that your body reacts to it.
If only they would stop fucking fighting.
“Guys,” you repeat, louder but all the same ignored.
Intak has a sly grin on his lips now, one that can only mean trouble. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”
You could be wrong, but Intak seems to be in the same boat as you. Unless it’s just another one of his tactics—to hold it over Jiung’s head that he might have actually been into what had happened.
“I just had to do what I had to do,” Jiung snaps, unable to hide the red that starts climbing up his neck to settle at the tips of his ears. “That’s it.”
Intak just preens, feeding off of Jiung’s fluster. “Is that it, hyung? Hm?” The wider his smirk grows, the sharper Jiung’s glare turns and the redder his cheeks go. “I felt you, you know. I could tell how close you were—“
“Intak,” Jiung cuts in, low and warning.
But in pure Intak fashion, he barrels through. “You don’t want to admit it.” He crosses his arms on the table, his smirk going lazy as his eyes crawl down the slopes of Jiung’s pretty face and rest on his lips.
Suddenly, you’re not in the room anymore. You might as well be a fly on the wall, just watching the scene unfold right in front of you.
“But I think you liked it.”
Jiung doesn’t respond, whether to prevent what regrets he might let slip out or simply because he can’t find the words, you don’t know.
And Intak takes the opportunity to press on. “And I bet,” he murmurs, his eyes traveling further down, “you’re hard under the table right now just thinking about it.”
The pause that follows is thick and nearly tangible with tension in the small space between you three.
But there is also the chance that Jiung might throw something. To save the peace of your home, you cut in.
“If you two are going to fuck, can you not do it where I eat?”
All at once the tension breaks—Jiung clicks his tongue as he picks up the empty bowls and rises for the kitchen (he’s not hard), and Intak beams with the satisfaction that he’s won the argument for once.
Intak turns to throw you a cocky grin. “Dont worry, we wouldn’t leave you out of it.”
You roll your eyes despite the smile tugging on your lips as you rise with your bottle of soju and escape to your couch.
“Keep dreaming, lover boy,” you tease without commitment as you drop yourself on the cushions.
Honestly, you wouldn’t want anything more. But you can’t let yourself admit that. Rather, you can’t let them know that—you don’t know just how much more insufferable they can get. You don’t want to know.
As expected, Intak follows you with his complaints.
“But that’s not fair,” he whines as he drops down beside you with a pout. “I didn’t get a turn.”
“Because Jiung won, fair and square.”
“Oh come on,” he huffs, his warm hand landing on your knee and clamping down pleadingly as he fixes you with those big eyes and that cute smile that he knows you’re weak to. His voice drops to a low purr as he crowds into your space. “I can do so much better than him.”
Your body seems to not want to heed your inhibitions; instead it welcomes his heat in your orbit, subtly seeking it out.
Intak notices the way you falter, and he braves to slide his hand up to settle on your thigh. The heat of his skin is a searing presence through your jeans.
“Don’t you wanna find out?” He asks, a low whisper as his eyes settle on your lips. The tip of his tongue flicks out in a subconscious tic, one you’ve become familiar with, and leaves his lips looking even more enticing.
You do want to find out. Your body pulses with a need to.
So you swallow down the tension in your throat, shifting just a little closer.
“Don’t fall for it,” comes Jiung’s deep voice as he settles on your other side, another wall of heat encasing you. It sobers you immediately. “He’s all bark and no bite.”
You mentally shake yourself out of your stupor and sigh to yourself, leaning back on your cushions to escape the line of fire.
“How would you know?” Intak immediately bites, his attention easily pulled from you and fixed on Jiung. Though his hand remains clamped down on your thigh. “See for yourself, and then you can talk shit.”
“I’m not fucking you.”
Intak sputters. “I didn’t mean that!”
“Yeah? Then what did you mean?”
“I just—you—just, go back to the kitchen!”
“Not until you get your dirty paws off of her.”
“Dirty? I’ll show you dirty—“
“Oh my god, are you guys going to just fight or fuck me?” You snap. Two sets of eyes turn to you, bewildered. “Or are you going to actually fuck each other finally? At least let me watch.”
They gape at you like fish, jaws slacked and eyes wide.
“You—was that a serious offer?” Intak asks, gaze practically glittering at the prospect.
“Fucking each other?” You raise a brow. “If that’s what you want, go for it, I’ll happily sit back and w—“
“Cut the crap,” Jiung snaps, and you quickly close your mouth.
Your body grows hot at the tone of his voice, so demanding and so similar to then. He narrows his sharp eyes at you and somehow makes you feel like you should be the one apologizing.
“Why did you really invite us here tonight?” He asks.
Well. You certainly weren’t fooling yourself.
You let out a sigh, leaning forward to drop your bottle on the coffee table. “Guess there’s no point in pretending.”
You become hyper aware of their presence, their prying eyes. The air becomes more heated with each passing second that they wait for your answer.
“I can’t stop thinking about that night,” you admit.
Your gaze flits between the two of them. Intak just looks hungry, like he’d been waiting to hear that all night. Jiung looks… a little shy.
He avoids your gaze, looking instead at Intak’s hand fidgeting with the inner seam of your jeans, but he isn’t really looking.
The thought of making him squirm makes you preen internally. Is this what Intak feels?
“What is it, Jiung?” You coo teasingly. “Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking about it too.”
“How could I not?” He defends weakly, eyes flicking up to you for half a second but they run away, land on Intak, then flit quickly away again like he can’t figure out where he can look without exposing himself.
It’s cute. Really cute.
You chance a look at Intak and see that he feels the same, watching Jiung with that same dazed smile you’ve caught him looking at you with.
And it makes you ponder.
“Hm…” You lean back, smiling when both pairs of eyes follow you. “Glad I’m not the only one.”
Neither of them respond. They simply wait and watch, like they’re waiting for a cue. Or a demand.
You bite down on your lip, reaching for Intak’s hand still on you. You lace your fingers through his, his hand twitching in response like he wasn’t expecting the touch. You give it a light tug.
“C’mere, Intak,” you call quietly, and like a sailor falling for his damnation, he gives to your beckon.
His lips press to yours slowly at first. Like he’s testing the waters to see what’s safe despite already having been here before.
You lift your hand to his jaw in quiet encouragement and he takes it well, pressing more insistently against you with a settling sigh.
You tease your tongue against his lip and he groans like it’s his ruin, his fingers clamping down tighter into your flesh, almost painfully so.
Magnetized, he parts his lips for you and you lick your way into wet heat, meeting his tongue halfway. There’s something about him that isn’t as eager as that night. He isn’t trying to prove anything to you. It’s like he’s just… giving himself over.
It makes you dig your hand into his hair and pull, drinking up that pained whimper he lets out into your mouth.
“You’re so good for me today, Takki,” you whisper with a swipe of your tongue over his parted lips as he heaves.
He pouts, blinking his hazy eyes into the present like he’d already been floating away with a simple kiss. “‘M always good for you,” he weakly argues, giving with a soft moan when you kiss him again, short but demanding.
When you pull back, he latches onto your jaw, not quite keen on being separated from you. Your eyes flutter closed for a quick moment when he mouths at the sensitive spot under your ear.
They open again for your vision to clear on Jiung, who watches the scene completely enamoured. His breathing is a little laboured too, like he’s affected just from watching.
You reach for his thigh, squeezing down onto the thick muscle and he jolts. “Don’t just sit there.”
He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes flicker down to where Intak has attached himself to your neck, leaving biting, wet kisses down the smooth expanse.
“Come here,” you whisper.
It doesn’t take more for him to give into your orbit too, crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that’s more fervent than you’re prepared for.
But you meet his fire with your own. He tries to claim you from the get go, but you don’t allow it. Not this time.
You push against his seeking tongue with yours, reaching up to grab his collar and pull him further into you. He gives almost immediately, melting under your hands and moaning into the kiss.
His hand finds your shirt and clutches it in a fist in an attempt to keep it from wandering. But it explores anyway, climbing up before resting just under the swell of your breast, heavy and warm as he lets you drink him in.
He whimpers when you bite down on his lip, parting his lips like an instinct to welcome your tongue into his mouth.
You don’t get much time to map him out. Intak, still present and still insistent, starts nipping impatiently at your jaw.
You pull from Jiung to meet him, but Jiung doesn’t allow it. He grabs your jaw and turns you right back to him, stealing you with a searing kiss.
Your gasp gets swallowed up as you momentarily lose yourself to his magnetic pull, the one that demands control at all times.
But Intak doesn’t let it slide, not like last time.
He bullies his way into the kiss, carving out his own space as he tongues in through the corner of your lips.
You’re overwhelmed, your body thrums alive and simmers with nerves as they kiss your senses out of you, both in tandem and selfishly.
It’s a clash of tongues, it’s carnal and dirty and wet and loud and messy. You’re pressed back into the cushions as their bodies mould over you. There’s a hand in your hair, tilting your head back to make more space. There’s a hand on your chest, grabbing and kneading, one at your thigh and dangerously close to your needy heat.
You don’t know your left from right, your up from down—just that Jiung and Intak have a hunger for you so raw, the need to kiss you so pure, that they don’t even realize they’re kissing each other.
You pull from them slowly, careful not to startle them away, and watch it unfold.
Intak parts his lips for Jiung’s searching tongue, accepting it with a choked gasp that Jiung swallows right up. Intak tries to fight back with his own tongue but is immediately tamed when Jiung bites down on his lip. It’s a push and pull; they even kiss angry.
You’re still not sure if they even realize. But whether or not they do, you can’t look away.
You don’t know how long it goes for, how long you have to clamp your thighs shut to keep yourself from losing anymore dignity. How long Jiung and Intak try to devour each other whole.
But the hunger ebbs away as they sober for breath. Your own breaths get caught as their eyes slowly blink open, seeing through their lust driven haze. When the clarity brings them reality of what they’d been doing, they don’t clash like you expect them to.
Intak’s lips turn up into a lazy half-smile, smug and self assured as he pants his words. “I knew you were into it.”
No, they clash in an entirely different way.
Jiung is on Intak in a flash, leaping over your lap to claim the space on Intak’s as he smothers his surprised yelp with a kiss that looks more painful than anything.
“You’re the freak who couldn’t shut up about it,” Jiung spits into Intak’s mouth, digging his teeth into his lip and soaking in the pitiful whine he gets with a low laugh. He’s out of breath and heaving and a little deranged, but he argues anyway. “Don’t act like you haven't been practically begging me with your eyes for it to happen again.”
Intak doesn’t take it lying down. He grabs Jiung’s waist, takes his claiming kiss for another moment, before rolling his hips up in a pointed grind that has Jiung stuttering and throwing his head back.
“Is that why you’re so hard?” Intak gasps, grinning at the pinched expression that grows on Jiung’s face. “Because you’re not enjoying this?”
When Jiung grinds down, hard, it’s devastating enough that Intak’s expression breaks down to nothing but pure bliss, a loud moan ripping through his throat.
“I am, actually,” Jiung says, voice gruff as he shoves at Intak’s body to bully him onto his back.
Thrown into motion, you quickly scamper back to make space, with no power to do anything else.
“Where’s all that talk now, huh?” Jiung grits as he hastily tugs open Intak’s belt and the buttons of his jeans, scowling a snarky grin down at Intak’s wide, glazed over eyes that can do nothing but watch.
Jiung is a man of patience. But not in this moment, you surmise, because he just slips his hand in through the layers he couldn’t be bothered to rid Intak of and grabs ahold of his cock.
Intak wails, body jolting at the sudden pressure as he flails to grab onto Jiung’s thighs.
“J-Ji—ah!” Intak breaks off with a cry, head thrown back as moans fall freely from his parted, slick mouth.
You can’t see much from this angle, but you can see enough of Jiung’s arm moving in a rapid, merciless rhythm to know just how undone Intak is getting.
The lewd, slick sounds of skin on skin fill the air, of Intak’s pleasured little whines and grunts. It takes away all your restraint.
You clumsily loosen your jeans, pushing your hand in to press against your throbbing heat. It quells some of the ache but it fires up tenfold when Jiung pulls back his hand, spits into it, then uses it to drive Intak into tears and a babbling mess.
“Ji—mm, m’gonna—“ Intak breaks off with a loud cry when Jiung seemingly twists his fist, his head tilting back as those tears slip through the corners of his eyes.
“Yeah?” Jiung taunts, slowing his hand down enough for Intak to settle just a bit. He grabs Intak’s jaw to hold his fraying focus, looking down at him with a grin twisted with a sadistic sort of pleasure. Like he gets off on driving Intak insane. “Am I gonna make you cum? Again?”
Intak, the poor thing, can only latch onto Jiung’s forearm with both his hands and nod eagerly, rolling his hips up in mindless little bucks to chase the heat of Jiung’s fist.
“P-Please,” he sobs, parting his lips when Jiung’s thumb digs into his lower lip. “Need’ta… need you…”
Jiung falters entirely, his expression falling blank for a second that feels like it stretches longer than it is. You hear him curse under his breath before he shoves two fingers into Intak’s mouth to shut him up then starts fisting him again, rapid and unrelenting, a pace that has Intak thrashing and sobbing under him.
You dig your teeth into your lower lip to hold back your noises as you rub your clit harder in tandem, your thighs clamping down on your hand.
You can’t remember being this turned on or this wet—what does that say about you? Getting off to being ignored as the two people you want the most have at each other?
Intak’s body grows taut as it starts to bow up off the couch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You drive yourself there too, to the same precipice that Jiung pushes Intak to—before it all gets ripped away when Jiung suddenly pulls back.
Intak comes crashing back down with a cry of Jiung’s name, the call tangled with a pained sob.
You refrain from shuddering too, trying to hold yourself still as you climb back into your body, your hand going still where it stays pressed against your core.
“No!” Intak sniffles. “N-No why did—I was so close,” he pants through his tears, blindly reaching for Jiung through the blur, his body quivering with the loss.
Jiung gathers Intak’s wrists and holds them to his stomach, his own breaths laboured as he watches the boy untethered under him, because of him.
“Because,” he starts, then lifts his gaze to you. You nearly jolt under the intensity of it, forgetting entirely that you yourself were even there. “You wanted to prove you were better, right?” He’s not talking to you, but the words sink into you and pool low in your gut anyway. “Prove it then.”
Intak tilts his head back slightly, blinking like he’s seeing you for the first time. His eyes turn starry at the prospect, watching you intently for your signal.
If it were anatomically possible, you’d pull Intak to you and fuck him into oblivion.
“You’re so bossy, Ji,” you say instead, slipping your hand out of your jeans and shuffling closer.
Intak bristles when you get close, squirming to get out from under Jiung but Jiung doesn’t let him go.
You press your hand to Intak’s cheek, and he immediately turns to nuzzle into your palm.
“You want to?” You ask him softly, endeared with how he blinks up at you again and nods eagerly.
“Want it—want you… Please?”
You smile at his big, begging eyes, glancing up to see Jiung watching with his hands idle on Intak’s lap, mindlessly brushing his thumb over the clothed ridge of Intak’s hard on. You meet his eyes and give him a conspiring smile that he meets with one of his own.
“You can,” you say, having to grab Intak’s shoulders and push him back down when he immediately tries to push Jiung off of him. “If you can make me come before you do.”
He makes a confused noise, one that goes unanswered as you pull back to start shucking off your jeans and your panties.
“Otherwise, Jiung gets to fuck me while you watch. Again.”
His complaints die on his tongue when you shuffle to kneel over him. As soon as your dripping cunt moves in line of his vision, his brain reroutes. He grabs onto your hips and sits you right on his mouth without another complaint.
You gasp at the first swipe of his eager tongue, tremors rushing through your body as he immediately starts to tongue at your clit.
You’ve fantasized this so many times since that night; you don’t think you’ve met anyone as talented with his mouth as Intak. And he proves it now as he starts a mind numbing rhythm of circling your clit and tonguing at your hole like it’s what he was born to do.
Seeing how quickly affected you are, Jiung gets right to work. It’s a better angle now as you watch him tug Intak’s jeans and boxers down, freeing him fully.
You bite down on your lip at the sight. Intak is thick and long, curved enticingly and so, so hard that he’s almost purpling at the tip.
“Poor thing,” you mumble under your breath, gasping when his tongue drags through your folds while he whines against you.
Jiung seems just as dazed by Intak’s cock as he wraps his hand around it once again. He has big hands, but even they look small in comparison.
Intak jerks under the pressure as Jiung squeezes down, mouth faltering against your pussy as Jiung slides his fist up in a slow drag.
You watch, mesmerized as a pearly drop of arousal beads at the tip then trickles down over Jiung’s knuckles.
You nearly forget where you are as you're barraged with the sudden urge to lean down and lick his fingers clean, then maybe seek out more straight from the source.
But you’re pulled right back when Intak’s lips wrap around your clit and sucks down hard enough to seize your body tight for a hot, blinding second.
“Fuck!” You gasp, bracing down on Intak’s stomach before grinding your hips down, dragging your clit right over his tongue.
It seems to set everything in motion—Intak grinding you down on his face as he mouths helplessly at you, Jiung holding Intak down with a hand on his hip, the other vigorously working Intak’s aching cock, and you clinging desperately onto your last morsel of sanity.
Maybe you were in way over your head. There’s no way you can last longer than Intak with the image in front of you, Jiung fisting his best friend like his life depends on it and watching as Intak devours you like he wants to devour him whole.
So you opt to look away, shut your eyes, but that plan gets immediately derailed when Jiung leans down and wraps his lips around Intak.
Intak falters with a choked moan, his hips driving up to instinctively chase the wet warmth but Jiung immediately pulls off and brings his hand down on his hip with a harsh smack.
“Stay down,” Jiung grits before he dives back down, taking him in his mouth again.
Your clit pulses dangerously at the sight. Of Jiung’s lips stretched around the girth of Intak’s cock, of the furrow of concentration between his brows as he tries to sink deeper. He stops before he can even take half of it, but seems satisfied enough with the way Intak is tensed up and just panting under you, his fingers digging harshly into your hips as a way to brace himself.
You feel Intak’s moan as a hot breath fanning over your cunt as Jiung slides up his cock, gives an experimental suck on the tip, then sinks back down with a breathy grunt.
You nearly cum on the spot when Jiung bobs his head and starts to fuck his mouth on Intak, his hand wrapped around whatever he can’t take, his eyes rolling back as they flutter shut at heady the taste of Intak on his tongue.
His cheeks are flushed, the sounds are vulgar and obscene, and you can just tell it’s not about the dumb little bet anymore.
He’s not blowing Intak because he wants to win—he’s doing it because he likes it. Because he fucking wants to. Jiung never does anything he doesn’t want to.
“Fucker,” you hiss. You reach back to clamp your fist into Intak’s hair and hold him still before you rock your cunt back down over his panting tongue.
You don’t even care anymore, especially not when the tip of Intak’s nose starts to nudge at your hole. You ride his face and chase that burning pleasure right to the end with the sight before you, of Jiung looking drunk on Intak’s thick cock and struggling to take it as Intak starts to clumsily fuck up into the wet heat.
You snap with a startled cry, the orgasm hitting you so suddenly that you nearly topple over.
You catch yourself on Intak’s stomach, shuddering as Intak dutifully licks you through the high despite being in near shambles himself.
When Jiung pulls off of Intak, it’s slow and hesitant, like he doesn’t quite want to stop. There’s a thread of saliva and precum that strings momentarily between his lips and the tip of Intak’s cock, one that you want to reach over and bat away. Jiung’s eyes are nearly glazed over, lips parted as he pants, like he was the one that just got his shit rocked.
“Pathetic,” you mutter without thought and his wide eyes snap up to you.
He looks clueless as he stares at you. “Huh?”
“You’re fucking pathetic,” you double down, pushing off of Intak, who lays there limp and unresponsive. You grab hold of Jiung’s chin, forcing his eyes to stay on you. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, haven’t you?” You prod, and his eyes widen with each word, red climbing up his skin.
He starts to shake his head but you tighten your grip on him and hold him still.
“What, did you really need me to mediate? Are you really that much of a coward?”
He grits his teeth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tries to argue but you push him back against the arm of the couch. He falls against it without fight. “Hands behind your head. You’re going to watch Intak fuck me.”
At the sound of his name, Intak bristles alive and starts to climb out from under you, settling behind you.
Jiung’s jaw goes slack as he rears up to argue. But one sharp look from you has him snapping his mouth shut, hands rising hesitantly to lock between his head and the couch.
He parts his legs to give you a little more space to settle in the compact area, but all that does is expose just how hard he is, his cock straining against his dark pants, a damp spot seeping through at the tip.
But you don’t get much time to grill him for it.
Because Intak latches himself to your back, completely bare from what you can feel of him. He mouths at your neck as his hands climb up under your shirt, clumsily grinding his still hardened cock against your ass.
“It hurts,” he whimpers into your ear with a press of his hips against you, before he hastily tugs at your top.
When you pull it off, one of his hands immediately latches onto your chest, kneading at your tit through your bra. The other presses low on your naval to push you back into him and you hiss softly as his cock brushes right against your sensitive mound, his movements eager and hurried like he can’t quite figure out what to do with himself.
“Please,” he begs, dropping his face into your shoulder to sniffle into it. “Please lemme fuck you, can’t take it anymore—‘t fucking hurts.”
Your heart tugs at the genuine distress in his voice. You’ve been stringing him long enough, and really, he’s been so good to you that he deserves much better than this.
You card your hand through his soft hair, urging his head up so you can turn to press your lips to the corner of his. He immediately turns to push his lips into yours in a weak but heartened kiss.
“C’mon baby,” you urge gently into his lips, arching your back to push your cunt against his throbbing length. “Put it in.”
Intak nearly sobs in relief, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist to hold you still as the other reaches down to guide himself into you.
His tip drags over the length of your pussy, slow, heavy, hot. You think for a second he might turn it around and tease you, get back at you for putting him through everything. But Intak was never one for patience, not like Jiung.
So he catches against your hole and pushes, not bothering to ease you around him as he drives himself all the way in despite your body’s resistance at the sudden, nearly unbearable stretch.
Your mouth falls open in a loud, pained whine at the feeling of being practically split open by his cock. You nearly fall over, your body’s weight giving out, but his strong arm around you keeps you up against him.
Your walls clamp down on him, resisting against the impossible stretch. He’s big, so much worse than Jiung, especially with barely enough prep. But there’s something mindnumbing about the pain that sears through you.
Intak is a mess too, gasping into your hair as he gathers his bearings from how tight and warm you are around him.
You barely get the chance to recover before he’s pushing into you with shallow, uncontrolled thrusts that send a flare of stinging pain through you with each one.
“Fuck, Intak, s-slow d—ah!” You cut off with a yell at a particularly harsh thrust, one that has him nearly kissing your cervix.
“Can’t,” he pants, his hands sliding down to claw onto your hips. He holds you tightly before he pulls back and punches into you with a hard thrust that has you falling forward and grabbing onto Jiung’s thighs to brace yourself.
You choke down the pained yelp that rises in your throat. Intak plasters himself to your back, wrapping his thick arms around you again and holding you down as he starts to fuck you with fervour.
“I can’t I can’t I can’t,” he pants into your neck, his hand lifting to grab onto your chest once again. His hips slam into you, rocking your body with his, his cock piercing in and carving out space inside you, brushing against your walls in spots you didn’t even know were possible. “Can’t—fuck—can’t hold back, need to cum—“ He turns to dig his face into your hair as his hand tugs your bra down so he can paw at your bare tits. “Needed this—needed you for so long…”
All you can do is take it, take it as Intak pounds into you like a man possessed by his carnal desires, ones that he’s been caging inside and letting fester for who knows how long. Of course he can’t hold back anymore.
“Yeah?” You ask, gasping when he brushes against that gummy spot inside of you. The pain isn’t so much pain anymore as it is fire and bliss. You turn to press your lips to his ear, letting your breathy moans spill right into it as you speak. “Take whatever you need baby… m’all yours.”
Intak falters, his weight dropping on you as his cock pulses inside you.
Then he rises up, the heat of him against your back ripping away and leaving you cold. He grabs your hips and lifts them, arching your back before he pulls out until his tip catches against your hole, the swollen head stretching the tight ring of muscle.
Then he slams into you, once, twice, then again and again, with unrestrained, unyielding thrusts.
You cry out as he starts to insistently piston against your g-spot with the tip of his cock, the precision almost terrifying in his state of carnal chase.
“Intak!” You yell, your cries muffled when Intak’s hand lands on the back of your head and pushes you down.
You’re helpless to him and his brutal cock, forced to just lay there with your ass up and take the barrage of pleasure laced with remnant pain. It clouds your head with a fog so thick that you don’t even realize you’re pressed into Jiung’s lap, not until he bucks his hips up in an attempt to press his boner to your lips.
You blink up through the fog, your vision clearing on Jiung’s pinched expression, his brows furrowed and jaw tight over clenched teeth. His hands are still caught behind his head, though his restraint seems to be hanging on by a thread. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches Intak pummel into you and babble mindlessly about how you feel so good, how he’s gonna fill you up, and never gonna pull out.
Jiung’s hips buck up again, more insistently this time that his clothed cock bumps against your nose. You dig your fingers into his thighs in retaliation and he hisses, eyes snapping down to you in a weak glare.
You manage a weak smile, smug and teasing, before it wipes away with a brutal snap of Intak’s cock against your cervix.
“Fuck!” You scream, your pussy clamping down on his pulsing girth. He’s close. You’re not sure how he’s lasted so long.
He drops onto your back again, arms tightening around you as he grinds his cock into you with deep, uncoordinated thrusts.
“Gonna cum,” he warns with a gritted whimper, his dick kicking inside you as he pushes in and seats himself deep.
But he doesn’t finish just yet; he reaches down for your clit and presses his thick fingers into it, flicking against the aching nub with quick movements.
Your body thrashes under the sensation, your walls fluttering around him as you get drawn up to another orgasm.
“I-Intak…” You gasp, squirming under him.
He only speeds up, holding you tighter, rapidly rubbing at your clit. “Come on,” he pleads, rocking inside you once. “Come for me first.”
And then he pinches your clit, pushing you right over. You come with a cry of his name, pulsing violently around him as you cream over his cock.
It drives him over too. He groans and shoves his cock into you once, twice, three times before he spills inside you with a choked grunt, his entire body trembling as he shoots into you and fills you with his hot seed.
He whines like he’s pained as he releases into you, before dropping his entire weight on you after the wave passes and trapping your body between his and the couch.
…his and Jiung’s lap, you realize after a moment of coming back into your body.
You blink your eyes fully open to see Intak’s head settled on Jiung’s other hip, his eyes already open and fixed on the raging hard on right in the small space between your faces.
You nearly laugh. Until you see the fucked look on Intak’s face.
Jiung squirms under you, as if trying to shift away.
“If you two are done,” he starts with his voice low and gruff, like he’d been the one exerting himself. “Can you get off?”
Intak’s eyes meet yours and you know then that that won’t be an option. The idea pulls a tired grin on your lips.
“I dunno,” you hum, shifting a little under Intak. You shudder as Intak, still buried inside you, twitches anew. You sigh as you turn your face, nuzzling into the side of Jiung’s boner, your eyes flicking up to see him desperately trying to hold in his reactions. “It’s pretty comfy here. Isn’t it, Takki?”
Intak hums in agreement, shifting in to bump the tip of his nose against the hard ridge.
Jiung gasps a sharp breath then, his hips twitching up in reflex. “Don’t fucking play,” he seethes, though he doesn’t move, nor does he move either of you. His hands remain right where you told him to keep them.
You just giggle, letting the vibration of your voice tease him through the dampening fabric. You’re sure it’s painful with just how much he’s seeped through his jeans.
“When do I ever?” You taunt, leaning forward to end a bit of his suffering.
But Intak beats you to it. He presses over your shoulder and runs the flat of his tongue against the rough fabric, leaving a damp trail up until he reaches the tip of Jiung’s cock and latches down.
Jiung’s hand flies into Intak’s hair, letting out a choked grunt as he pushes his head down and grinds his crotch up into Intak’s face.
“Fuck,” he hisses, grinding up again when Intak lets out a startled whimper.
It only spurs Intak on as he starts tonguing over the bulge, trailing his lips tightly down the length before settling at his base.
“Shit,” you mutter, watching with your jaw slack and another nagging pull at your gut. “I should’ve just made you guys fuck. Would’ve fixed—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Jiung snaps, grabbing your hair with his free hand and pushing your face into his lap.
You go down easily, lips landing on and wrapping around his base, but not without digging your nails into his thighs in retaliation.
But he doesn’t respond to that, too occupied with both your mouth and Intak’s on him. The denim of his pants dampens under your tongue as you suckle on him, Intak still mouthing over his heated length.
“Talk too fuckin’ much,” Jiung pants as he lets you both go, only to tug open his belt.
Intak immediately reaches over you to help him pull himself free with single minded focus, tugging his pants and boxers down to let his cock spring free, hard and leaking with need.
It’s embarrassing how quickly your arguments die on your tongue, the space too occupied with your drool.
You don’t bother with your hands, reaching instead with your mouth to swallow his tip in.
You hum as the salt and musk bursts on your tongue, giving it a firm suck to milk more out of him. It’s nice, the heavy, velvety taste of him.
Jiung groans, his hand landing in your hair once again, not to push but just to have something to hold onto.
You can hear the wet sounds of Intak’s mouth sucking and tonguing at Jiung’s base, and you drag down the generous, ridged length to meet him there.
You don’t even care how obscene it is, the fact that you’re both mouthing at Jiung’s cock like filthy whores while Intak is still buried balls-deep inside you, where you can feel him hardening up again.
All you can focus on is the sounds Jiung is making, the ones Intak makes as he and you lap at Jiung’s cock in tandem, practically making out with it and each other.
You don't think you’ve done something so dirty, ever felt so dirty yourself. You don’t think you can have it any other way now.
“Look at you two,” Jiung breathes, his fingers carding through both your and Intak’s hair, fingers scratching down both affectionately and condescendingly somehow.
You moan against him just as Intak does, dragging your mouth up to swallow him in again, tonguing at the gummy tip.
Jiung lets go of your hair and takes your chin instead, digging his thumb into your hallowed cheek. “You sound better with my cock in your mouth.”
You let out an offended whine, sucking down hard to watch him hiss and jerk.
“Brat,” he grits, grunting when Intak starts prodding at the corner of your lips with his tongue in a silent ask.
You hum, popping off to let Intak in, but you don’t move away. You both tongue at the swollen tip, mouths tangling together as you practically make out with each other on Jiung’s cock.
You swirl your tongue over the tip and give it a suck before dipping into Intak’s mouth, sharing the salty taste, letting him do the same before he dips into your mouth and sucks at your tongue.
It’s brainless, completely devoid of any direction, any thought—just pure, animalistic instinct.
Jiung curses under the barrage, pushed to his limits. He holds you both down with fists in your hair and starts to fuck up into the space between your mouths, poking into your tongue and Intak’s in a mindless alternation.
Intak’s eyes roll back at the heady feeling, his body spurring to life to start halfheartedly fucking his cock into you, fully hard again.
You just lay there and take it, let the drags of his cock ease the burning that flares up between your hips again.
You let Jiung chase his orgasm between the messy press of your mouth and tongue against Intak’s—it’s frantic, lewd, head spinning.
And it’s completely over for you when Jiung starts whining.
“Gonna cum,” he whimpers, hands tightening down on your and Intak’s heads. Intak grunts at the pressure but he opens his mouth like you do, just letting Jiung rut against your tongues and faces like a bitch in heat. “Fuck, y’r gonna make me… nngh, fuck fuck fuck—”
He breaks off with a choked yell, forcing you both off of him before he takes his cock and frantically fists himself to completion.
He cums with another yell, head thrown back as he gasps through it, hot ropes of his cum landing on your faces. You try to catch them with your tongue but it’s far too messy and uncoordinated.
So you turn to Intak’s blissed out, cum splattered face and start lapping it up from him instead, your brain reduced to nothing but a filthy caricature. Intak seems to share that same mind, licking off whatever he can from your chin and cheek before he forces his tongue into your mouth and tries to take from there.
You moan against him, sharing the taste of Jiung between what you suppose is a kiss, but you can’t really tell anymore.
It’s when he cums inside of you again that you realize Intak was still fucking into you with rocky, noncommittal thrusts. It’s much less intense than the one before, but the feeling of him spilling into you again does you in, coaxing out a similarly languid orgasm out of you.
You settle with a shudder, dropping down on Jiung’s stomach, the cotton of his shirt a soft reprieve against your heated skin.
It’s a quiet moment of hard breaths and slow realization, with Jiung dead against the couch’s arm above you and Intak laid on your back and panting into your shoulder.
You don’t move. Don’t think you even can.
The first bit of motion after a handful of moments is Jiung’s voice over you, low and gruff and a little fucked up.
“What the fuck was that?”
It pulls out a startled laugh out of you. You shift, nudging at Intak’s weight to let you free.
He whines against you but obliges, though hesitant, slowly sliding out of your cunt with a hiss before he rolls down onto the floor, splaying onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.
“Heaven,” he says, all too serious as he blinks his starry eyes slowly, a giddy grin climbing onto his swollen lips.
He looks all cute and boyish with that dimpled smile, his bangs fanning over his eyes. Like he hadn’t just blown the guy he’d been fighting with over a girl, while fucking said girl.
You snort, shuffling down the couch to settle at the other end while Jiung pulls up his pants and tucks himself away with syrupy movements. Of course he’s the only one clothed while you and Intak remain almost completely bare.
You tug your bra back in place as you curl back into the cushions. “Needed is what it was. To get you dickheads to finally stop fighting.”
Intak giggles from the ground. “He’s too stubborn to stop.”
“Hm. You’re right.”
Jiung glares at you, still boneless where he lays. “I’m right here.”
Intak’s head pokes up from the ground, looking at Jiung with an impish grin. “So? Can you admit it now?”
“Admit what?” Jiung grumbles, refusing to look at him and opting for the ceiling instead.
But Intak, annoying as he is, shuffles closer to rest his head against the arm of the couch, his face right below Jiung’s. “That you wanted it,” he says, waiting with that smile still plastered on his lips. There’s an honest anticipation behind that gaze though, one that seems to be waiting for a particular answer. “Did you?”
Jiung is silent. You watch his throat bob, his eyes flicker down, his jaw work around his teeth.
“No.”
Intak’s smile pulls wider and only then do you see the corner of Jiung’s lips twitch up.
“In that case,” you start, finding yourself grinning too. The heat pooling low in your gut is starting to feel something like a permanent fixture. “Same time next week?”
Turns out, your games weren’t all for nothing.
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