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warning: threesome, cunnilingus, spanking, fingering, choking, light brat taming, creampie (cover your stump before you hump!), overstimulation, squirting, passing out after sex
synopsis: The Union is discovered and being investigated so you and your friends ran away to hide. They exert their best to take your mind off from worries.
A/N: you already know what this is. everyone's request lolol I hope you'll like it!
The television flashes a news, following series of videos with teenagers getting arrested one after another. A dread creeps up inside you, crawling its way until fully consuming your body.
EXPOSED: High School Syndicate Called ‘Union’ Allegedly Made Students Execute Crimes In Exchange For Money
The headquarters had been raided, both the bowling alley and the motorcycle junk shop. And the records doesn’t lie. There’s no use in denying what the Union had done to the delinquents of Yeongdeungpo.
The screen, all of sudden, switches to netflix and plays what you assume was playing before you got a hold of the remote.
“I told you to stop watching the news.”
Baekjin moves to sit beside you, placing your stretched feet on his lap after. His hand almost automatically starts tending to the tensed muscles of your legs, massaging all the way up to your thighs.
You sigh. “I don’t know, Baekjin. They will spill out all information about Union if the police offers them no consequences of whatever they did.”
There’s a slight tug in Baekjin’s lips. He didn’t stop his ministrations nor look at you.
“Then they tell them. That’s the only way they could save their asses.”
“Are you not worried?”
“There’s no reason to be.”
The scent of cigarettes fill up the room, evidently announcing another person’s presence without much of an effort. Seongje walks in carrying the ease on his shoulders, as if the crime syndicate he joined for fun wasn’t discovered and being investigated by the police.
You see the brief exchange he did with Baekjin. No nods, no verbal acknowledgements– instead it is how their eyes connected and immediately understood what the other was trying to say.
It’s strange how two people so incompatible can work together effectively.
Seongje and Baekjin showed up to your apartment late at dawn with no more than two duffle bag of money and a car with no plate number. You packed up your things nonetheless, not questioning the cause of their sudden appearance.
And now, you’re here, lounging in a bungalow style house buried deep in a forest you didn’t even know existed until you arrived. You dared to ask Baekjin but he merely dismisses you. It is when you finally watched the news that you found out just how much trouble and danger you’re in.
Trouble for all the crimes you did in the name of the Union. And danger for when Mr. Choi finally snaps and hunts the three of you down.
A quiet exhale leaves Baekjin’s lips. His hand rests on the curve of your waist as he leans towards you, nosing your jaw and ghostly paints a track of kisses along your throat. You relax in his arms, letting your head fall on the arm rest and allow Baekjin to take the reigns.
His thumb caresses your cheek, traveling up to the crease between your brows. He smoothes it out, pecking the area and both of your eyes.
“You worry too much.”
It’s a statement with finality, but you see what lies beneath it. You sense the effort in lessening the gnawing worry inside you, the attempt to take your mind away from the problems.
Baekjin’s palm slides under your shirt, exploring the skin and eventually reaching the clasp of your bra. It clicks open with one smooth tug and soon enough, you’re laying shirtless on the couch.
He mounts your figure as his mouth latches on your breast, taking your bud in, swiveling his tongue around before biting lightly. The scrape of his teeth heightens your sensitivity.
Your back arches for more, hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.
“Baekjin, more..” Electric pleasure jolts to your veins as Baekjin presses his bulge on your clothed crotch, rolling his hips in an angle that ensures he’s hitting your clit. You gasp at the contact, response immediate.
You pull his strands harshly and slots your mouth on his, greedily taking his lips and tongue in yours. Baekjin couldn’t help but to hum, satisfaction filling him up as he bask in your desperation.
The rolls of both of your hips is now rhythmic and fast-paced. There’s no holding back nor patience present in the room. Baekjin grips the flesh of your thighs tightly, moving your body against him while you whine and hold onto his shoulder for support.
A scoff echoes not far from you. “You both look like dogs humping desperately at each other. How pathetic.”
Turning your head, there Seongje sits in all his glory, smoke surrounding him as he watches you and Baekjin like one of the most interesting porn he’d ever seen.
“Hngh.. Seongje,”
You reach out a hand to him, glassy eyes pleading. Seongje grunts begrudgingly, standing up from his seat towers both your figure. He flicks the ashes of his stick, taking a hit.
The bump in Baekjin’s pants slots perfectly between your legs, sliding up and down with little resistance whenever your hips jerk involuntarily. Your eyelids flutter close as a hand hovers above Baekjin’s arm.
“I think I’m gonna come,” You mumble under your breath, resting your cheek on the arm rest. “Mmm.. I’m close.”
It didn’t take long before you’re shuddering in his arms, gasping as you let the buzz conquer your veins. Baekjin continues riding your high before slowing to a full stop. He brushes your hair out of your face and smiles slightly at your fucked out state.
“We barely even started, darling.”
The words elicits a whine from you and a chuckle from them.
Seongje takes Baekjin’s place, spreading your legs wide open and pulls your shorts and underwear off of you. He bites the skin of your inner thighs a few times, leaving traces here and there. When your hips starts begging for him, Seongje didn’t waist any seconds as he dives in your pussy.
His mouth immediately connects with your folds, humming in satisfaction. Tongue licking a stripe from your hole up to your clit, a mewl leaves your lips as you place a hand on the back of his head, careful not to piss him off.
Seongje slurps your juices lewdly, wet suckling noises piercing your ears while he flicks his head side to side like a dog salivating against your pussy. His tongue enters you with no warning, sending you scrambling at anything as sensitivity catches up to you.
Baekjin strokes his cock at your crumbling composure, groaning on how your body tenses for a while before finally relaxing in Seongje’s hold, whining with oversensitivity.
“Tastes so fucking sweet, babe,” Seongje murmurs. He lands a slap on your puffy clit. “Gonna replace cigarettes for my breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”
There’s no denying the delight on your face upon hearing him, eliciting a fond chuckle from both men.
“She’ll bend over willingly anytime anywhere. Wouldn’t you, love?”
Baekjin’s soft kisses soothes the constant overwhelming buzzing in your veins. He peppers your face while caressing your shoulders and arms, letting you catch your breath.
As you’re able to get a brief break, you start reaching out for their hardening cocks much earlier than expected. Seongje’s lips tugs upwards at your eagerness.
“Thought I had to make Baekjin suck me off just to make this go away.”
“And you’d probably come after three strokes.”
“Flaunting your blowjob skills on me, Na?”
You giggle at their banter. Watching them try to assert dominance over each other is definitely one of the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.
Getting on your knees, you try to pay the same attention on both cocks, switching from one to another and tries to keep the pleasure on the same level. Baekjin and Seongje moans in unison, singing praises that fuels your greed more.
“Yeah, just like that. Sucking us so good.”
“Suck a cockwhore for us.”
You work your tongue on them relentlessly, slapping Seongje’s cock on your cheeks a few times while you focus on the tip of Baekjin’s. A collective groan rings across the whole living room when you attempt to take them both at the same time, though only getting past before ¼ of their lengths.
Deciding you’ve done so well, Baekjin orders you to get on all fours, their favorite position of yours. Seongje plunges his fingers inside your mouth, prompting you to suck on it and produce saliva doing so. When he deems it enough, he takes it out and fingers you in place of Baekjin.
The soreness haven’t gotten away so you feel every movement of his, pursing your lips as you regulate your breathing. Soon, you open up, ready for their cocks like a fleshlight.
Baekjin spreads your folds using his thumbs, spitting right where your hole is and experimentally slides in three fingers. His cock jumps at how your walls cling to his digits.
“Fuck me now—” You whine. “Please, fuck me now.”
“How polite.” Baekjin snickers, smooching your cheek.
A hand on your hip and the other putting light pressure on your back, then finally he slots his tip, pushing forward as he feeds you inches of his cock.
“Shit— ‘s big..”
You stretches out your arm to slow him down. No matter how much you’re prepped, the moment Baekjin is buried to the hilt, your legs begin shaking and your core burns in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
In contrast of the calm demeanor, Baekjin starts pistoning his hips without an ounce of care. The couch moves along his thrusts, nudging and thudding against the wall.
He’s in so deep you could feel him in your guts, fuck.
And as if you not being able to form a coherent set of words is not enough, Seongje tilts your head upwards and swallows your moans. Spit dribbles down your chins, creating a mess. You stay still like some ragdoll for them to fuck and play with.
Pawing at Seongje’s arm, you scramble for purchase— his hand dips down between your body and the couch, pressing on your belly. Seongje sports an amused grin at the bulge on your skin made of Baekjin’s cock.
“Oh oh– shit.. Baekjin, oh my god!”
Your arms gives out, cheek inevitably meeting the soft padding as Baekjin gyrates his hips with only one thought in mind— make you cum hard enough to shut off your brain so you wouldn’t think of anything else but them.
“Ah, so tight, fuck. Haven’t we fucked you enough? How– uhh– how are you still this tight?”
The thrusts slam down harder and harder with each passing second, targeting your sore and spongey spot that sends your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open. Back bowing as you thrash yet push back at the same time, your whole body locks in a single position.
As though the time has stopped, you reach your bliss and rides it with the help of them. Baekjin’s hips start losing its rhythm, his grip on your waist becomes firmer as he eventually topples over, burying his cum deep inside you with a series of strained grunt.
His spent gushes out of your pussy, rolling down your thighs. “Fucking orgasm lasted so long.” He chuckles on your neck, slowly pulling out and watches his cum gets pushed out by your clenching walls.
Drained, you slump on the couch, breathing heavily in a daze.
Someone brushes your hair out of your face. “Good?”
“Hmm..”
“Still can take one more?”
You blink slowly, mind too smushed to think of an answer immediately. Baekjin maneuvers you in a sitting position as he offers you the glass of water that Seongje got.
Great sense, you think. You’re fucking parched from all the screaming. Once you’ve calmed down and there’s no sensory overload engulfing your body anymore, you snuggle closer to Baekjin.
Seongje clicks his tongue, playing with a lighter in his hand. “I’ve been feeling neglected since earlier. Do you like Baekjin more than me now?”
Smiling shyly, you crawl towards where he sits and straddles him. You shower his face with kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Seongje hums. “You’re stalling.”
“What?”
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He grabs a handful of your ass and slams his palm on the skins, a faint red mark blooming. “Don’t piss me off and get to work.”
You pout, tracing ghost patterns on his shoulder. “But I feel sore and my legs are shaking.”
Another slap lands, earning a yelp from you. “How are you so polite to him but somehow always a brat to me? You like it when I treat you roughly?”
You bite your lower lip, maintaining eye contact as Seongje scoffs. Clearly, you’re enjoying being reprimanded by him. And he couldn’t say he doesn’t like it.
“God, I’m wet again..”
His eyes immediately drifts to your pussy and affirmatively, slick is starting to gather again. You slot his cock between your folds, swaying along the entirety of it, covering him with your wetness.
“Ah.. fuck. I feel so full– hnghh..”
You bounces on top of him, using his broad shoulder as a leverage while Seongje lets the scene play out. He didn’t say anything nor give you an approving pat, he’s just leaning back, eyes on you.
Your pace starts picking up as you throw your head back, losing yourself in the pleasure. His cock punches so fucking deep it knocks the air out of you.
“Is that all you got? You can do better.”
Your whines fill up the room. Baekjin thinks it’s probably ringing outside the house and to the forest. How glad he is that you’re in the middle of nowhere or else you’ll blow your cover in an instant.
Seongje, patience running out, gets a hold of both your thighs and fucks upwards like a beast waiting for a chance to pounce on you. You’re jostled to his chest, losing all the control you’ve had as you now lay plaint for Seongje to fuck.
A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to bring you in a dizzying pleasure. Nails rake down Seongje’s arms, creating lines that marks him as yours.
Seongje curses, basking in the pain that your scratches inflicted. He fastens his pace, holding you close.
“Ah ah! N— mmphh! Oh god.. shitshitshit I can’t–!”
“You can’t what?”
He snakes a hand between your hips and puts pressure on your clit, circling it that sends you moaning even louder. God, you’re loud it’s embarrassing,
“No! No, please.. I can’t come anymore.. ‘s too much.”
“Yes, you can. I’ll.. haa.. I’ll make you.”
Seongje spits on your breasts, waiting for it to drip down your nipple before launching on it, sucking and nibbling on it. You let out a cry as you feel an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach.
It feels like you’re coming but it’s more intense, more overwhelming.
Baekjin expects you to pass out on Seongje’s arms. Instead, your legs shakes uncontrollably as your upper body slacks against Seongje’s chest. Down your thighs, liquid sprays all over you, Seongje, and the couch.
Your squirt reaches the floor as well, making both Baekjin and Seongje marvel at the sight.
Tears prick your eyes, forcing yourself to take and take every harsh thrust of Seong’s cock. Your hands is balled in a closed fist, anything to accompany you from the extra sensitivity once more.
And Seongje thrusts three more times before shooting his hot cum inside you, murmuring inaudible things under his breath. Together with Baekjin’s spent, their cum seeps out of you despite his cock still plunged in your pussy, sneaking through the corners and joining your wetness on your thighs.
It takes them a moment to realize that you actually passed out from exhaustion. It is not the first time but it’s a rare occurrence.
They didn’t fret because it is their goal in the first place: to take your mind off from worries, and provide an escape.
warning: starts fluff then eventual smut, blowjobs, cunnilingus, squirting, no condoms (wrap it before you tap it!)
word count: 1.9k
synopsis: Wooyoung successfully forms a bond with the kindergarten kids like a mother hen to her chicks, even though how much he denies it. You think he deserves a reward.
A/N: requested by this anon, hope you enjoyed it!
The boisterous chatter of kids is something you never thought you would share with Wooyoung.
It’s your third day in volunteer work, and it seems like the kids had taken a liking in your boyfriend– more than they do with you.
It was surprising to say the least. Considering the fact that Wooyoung is merely here to accomplish his hours due to a school violation. He’s lucky enough that he was allowed to pick where he wanted to do it.
The day feels longer for your boyfriend whose first time in pre-school.
“These kids are mental,” Wooyoung huffs under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
Your hand quickly makes contact with his skin as you reprimand him for his words.
“I swear, babe. Did you saw how Wonjin asked me to make a frog paper for him? I agreed, of course which was apparently a wrong move because next thing I fucking know– voila! I was swamped with 10 other kids feeding me their papers, begging for their frogs to come alive!”
“Don’t cuss, Wooyoung.”
“Sorry, I just– God, these kids are unbelievable. I don’t know why you’re doing all this for fun.”
He slides off the dishwashing gloves from his hands, wiping down his arms before making his way where you’re busy stacking up and cleaning the toys.
“Where does this go?”
“In the mini-cart.”
“How about the carrots?”
“The basket.”
After finishing up, a sigh of relief elicits from Wooyoung. His steps are heavy and his eyes are drooping as he pads closer to you. There’s nothing more that he wants right now except burying his face in your neck and drown himself in your scent.
Just as he’s about to circle his arm around your waist, a high-pitched voice calls him out.
“Noodles seonsaeng-nim," A nickname he earned because of his curly hair. "Eunho is eating my pancake squishy!”
Both of your head snaps towards the twins– one who is happily chewing a part of the toy, while the other is visibly horrified by her twin brother.
Eyes wide, Wooyoung quickly runs and sticks his finger inside the boy’s mouth.
“Eunho, you can’t eat that. How did you even—”
Eunho bursts out laughing, giddily shaking his head as he pries your boyfriend’s finger out and runs from him. They chased around the room for a couple of times before Wooyoung realizes Eunho had already spat out the chewed toy and is just having fun playing tag with him.
His palms rests against his waist as he slumps. “You,” Wooyoung points at the giggling boy. “Are gonna be the death of me.”
You couldn’t help but to chuckle at the scene before you. Who knew that children would be the one to tire an MMA fighter out?
“Alright, everyone! What did I say?”
“Toys are not food!”
“That’s right. Good job! Now, should we go back to our chairs and start drawing?”
The room erupts in cheers as everyone scrambles to their own places. You then feel a hand brush against the lower part of your back followed by a whisper.
“Did I do a good job too, Ma’am?”
You meet your boyfriend’s eyes, unable to deny the glint of hunger in his. Patting his cheek affectionately, you could only offer him a sweet smile.
And just like that, Wooyoung snaps back to his role and goes on to assist the kids.
As you watch kids crowding around him– playing with his hair, climbing his build and sitting on his shoulders, tugging at his hoodie to fight for his attention– you wonder how you would reward him later.
The only source of light in your bedroom is the bedside lamp while you occupy yourself in scrolling through TikTok, waiting for your boyfriend to finish washing up. He figures he’ll stay the night, as his own compensation for putting himself through whatever happened today.
The bathroom door creaks open and there stands Wooyoung donning his favorite grey sweatpants and nothing else. You grunt as he slips directly in your arms, pinning you against the bed with his whole weight.
And he stays like that for a couple of minutes, just listening to your heartbeat and basking in your body heat.
“Where’s your towel? You’ll get sick if you don’t dry your hair,”
“Mmm, don’t care. Just want you.”
“My baby,” You kiss your forehead gently before ushering him off of you. “Come on, sit up. Turn around”
Wooyoung grumbles but does it anyway. He faces the other way and lets his feet touch the floor. This way, he’s sitting at the edge of the bed.
You leave the room and comes back holding a towel. There’s something that glistens between your palm and the fabric but Wooyoung is too exhausted to even think about it. So instead, he slumps his head against your belly and lets you handle his hair.
“Look, it’s dripping all over you,” Your hand travels down to his neck, sliding down to his chest until you’re kneeling between his legs, patting the towel on the hard surface of his abs.
Looking up, you see the way Wooyoung’s eyes turns into something darker. He purses his lips as he tilts his head.
What are you trying to do, huh? His stance says.
But Wooyoung remains verbally silent. Letting you take the reins.
You press a palm on his bulge, massaging it enough to feel his cock hardening slowly under the fabric. Wooyoung’s breath hitches.
His hands slides under your arm as he pulls you up suddenly. He claims you lips hungrily, brushing your hair off your neck so he can kiss your throat.
You let him have his fun for a minute before tapping his shoulder, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to free his half-hard cock.
It’s big, thick, and slightly crooked to the side. Wrapping a hand around it, you pump him slowly as you nuzzle against his balls. Wooyoung’s fingers tangles themselves in the strands of your hair once your tongue starts licking parts of him bit by bit.
His tip glistens in a mixture of precum and your spit.
“Fuck..”
Wooyoung tips his head back as your tongue swivels around the head of his cock, applying pressure on the slit a few times. Shortly after, your throat makes way for his girth, engulfing him in warmth.
“Shit, so good.” He watches you tilt your head from one side to another, hollowing your cheeks to make a tight hole for him.
His hand settles on the back of your head, but you see how the other crumples the bedsheet in his fist, fighting the urge to move you according to his own pace. But this is his reward, and you’ll be damned if you didn’t give your boyfriend what he desires.
So you reach and grabs his wrist, making his other hand join the one on your head. Wooyoung seems to understand your signal as he plants his feet and thrusts shallowly, moaning a little louder when he feels your throat swallowing around him.
“Ah, shit– you feel so good, baby. Fuck–”
He slides out with a shiver. The next time you blink, you’re thrown down the bed as Wooyoung opens your legs, takes your shorts and panties off, and dives down in your gushing pussy.
Wooyoung inhales your scent deeply, parting the lips using his thumb before he drinks up your juices. He slurps your wetness, prodding his tongue inside your hole and slips out. The kisses on your clit is followed by sucking motion causing you to yelp in pleasure, bucking on his face.
Two fingers enters you, curling them in ways to find your spot and when he does, he takes the advantage of abusing it. Wooyoung continuously jabs at it while he helps himself with your protruding clit.
“Ah,” He holds your wrist as your hand goes to grip onto his hair, tugging.
“Wooyoung, stop–! I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come! Shit, oh oh.”
He pays no mind to your pleas as he lets his palm get soaked in you. Your head throws back deep in the pillows the moment an electrifying buzz shoots in your veins.
Wooyoung allows himself to taste you, not slowing down his motion while watching you squirt on his face. He then sits up while he tugs his pants off of him completely and pushes his blunt tip inside you, uncaring if you’re still squirting.
Licking his lips, he hovers above you. Wooyoung grabs your waist and drives his cock in mercilessly. “Oh fuck, this sweet fucking pussy.”
He bunches your shirt upwards, fondling one of your boobs as he dips down to suck on the bud, groaning around it in satisfaction. His kisses travels to your neck, attacking it feverishly. It’s no question whether you’ll wake up covered in his marks.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Taking your reaction, Wooyoung grabs one of your legs to put on his shoulders and picks up his pace. He targets the angle that sends your eyes rolling and your hands flying to search for something to grip.
Your jaw pries open courtesy of his hand, and his tongue explores the entirety of your mouth. Spit escapes past your lips and down to your chin, messily decorating your face.
You no longer have the strength to wipe it off or be conscious about it. The only thing that is filling up your mind is Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung.
“You’re making me lose my mind, baby,” Wooyoung groans against your lips. He can’t take his eyes off of the mess he made you. “So fucking hot.”
“Wooyoung, Wooyoung– I’m gonna come again–”
“Yeah? Gonna squirt on me again, baby? Show me how much I’m making you feel good, huh?”
“Please! Uh.. ugh, please, Wooyoung!”
Your arms cages him in your embrace, pulling him down until he have no choice but to bury his face in the crook of your neck. Forced to feel the pleasure of your walls spasming on his cock, Wooyoung’s hips falter for a second as he tries to keep his rhythm.
“Shit, baby. Where do you want my cum? Oh god... oh fucking god.”
You could only whine through the intense pleasure. Then something wraps around your throat, akin to Wooyoung’s hands. He squeezes just enough to bring you to your bliss. Your pussy tightens around him, keeping him inside you.
Thrashing under him, you chant his name like a mantra, crying. Wooyoung follows not long after, railing onto you before faltering and blowing his load.
With a loud, drawn out moan, Wooyoung finishes. His body slumping above you just like he did when he went out of the bathroom.
You stay like that for a minute before he softly pulls out. He cleans you up with the same towel you brought and pulls you flush onto his chest.
“If I had known that would be my reward, I would’ve done so much better earlier.”
You giggle as you press another chaste kiss on his lips. Cupping his cheeks, you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of your boyfriend.
“What’s going on inside that pretty head, huh?”
Wooyoung flicks you forehead, kissing it away just as quickly.
“It’s about how you’re so good with kids,” He huffs in return.
“I’m not sure about that, love.”
“Why not? You’ve gotten along with them so well. They love you more than me now.”
“Yeah, probably because I look like a fucking amusement park to them.”
You laugh at his words, hitting him on his chest. “To be fair, you’re giving them what they wanted.”
Tenderly, you pepper his face with featherlight kisses. You brush off his hair backwards and rests your head against his chest. “You’ll be a good father, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung says no more words and you assume he’d gone to sleep. So you follow him to slumber, snuggling closer.
“I hope so, love.”
He drifts off with you in his arms, and a dream of having a family.
tell nobody I control you, I broke you just to own you
pairing: geum seongje x you
genre: avoidants deniably attached
warnings: porn without plot, praise kink with degrading kink (?), petnames, swallowing cum
word count: 1.4k+ words
synopsis: The wolf demonstrates how to tame a puppy.
A/N: honestly just wrote this in the middle of writing my shse fic so let it slide if something doesn;t make sense lmao. love lots, enjoy reading!
It is not a secret that putting up with other people’s attitude is not and will never be Seongje’s forte.
With how he ticks at the slightest showcase of slow-wittedness and incompetence, every member of Union avoids pairing themselves to him, hence he earned the nickname ‘The Lone Wolf’.
However, you had never been fond of people who act superior and all mighty among their peers. There’s this certain hate that boils inside you whenever you encounter a stupid hierarchy system in groups where the ‘seniors’ does less work but earns more.
Which is why the moment you see Geum Seongje strutting along the bowling alley, scoffing and brushing off members who greet him, and acting like some God, you made your one-sided vendetta right then and there.
Personally requesting to Baekjin, you are sent to tasks that requires a partner, such as meeting up with a supplier, arranging send-offs of products, and many more. And it seems like amusement and curiosity gets the best of him.
You are a skilled fighter who doesn’t hold back in putting Union men in their places should they make a passing comment that degrades any of your girls— at least that’s what Seongje knows. So imagine his baffled expression when he was told that he needs to accompany you in your every tasks.
“Even going to the underground fighting ring?”
“Specially to that.”
“Bullshit.”
First, he’s not a babysitter. And second, he’s not babysitting anyone.
Seongje should’ve known it was a scheme, but it slowly dawns on him that tailing you in your errands actually gives him a lot of free time. He’s able to play a ton shit of games and have his own fun without Baekjin nagging at him to contribute some work.
What he didn’t expect though is your seemingly innate talent in bringing the irritation in him. It’s as if you were born in this world to piss Seongje off.
You’re everything he hates when he works with someone. And he doesn’t work with a lot of people.
But instead of taking it out on the dumb Eunjang kids who became a free punching bag for him, he takes it out on you in the best way possible.
“Like that,” Seongje says lowly as he places a hand between your blade shoulders, easing you down until your face presses on the mattress while your ass and hips remain upright.
He caresses your ass cheek before landing a resounding slap, eliciting a yelp from you. There’s no soothing massages that follows.
“You know, you look the prettiest like this. All pliant and obedient for me. Why do you always give me such a hard time, huh?”
His cock slots between your folds, though not entering just yet. It slides over it, covering his length with your wetness as he pays no mind to your whines. You tried to reach for his arm or his hips, just anything to pacify your growing need, but Seongje gathers both of your wrists and pins them on your back.
And suddenly, pain surges through your bones. Your hands immediately scramble to find for something to hold on. “Fuck!”
Seongje, ever so mean, laughs at your state. Palm hitting your skin again, he bends over to get something from the bedside table, all the while not pulling out.
The pain quickly subsides after a full minute with him inside you. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve done this more than you can count. Or maybe it’s the underlying pleasure that you have for pain.
Seongje visibly delights staring at how you look either way. But he’s not that type of partner. Hell– he’s not even your partner at the first place.
Refusing to get lost in his thoughts, Seongje starts thrusting inside you mercilessly. There’s no build up of rhythm nor a warning that allows you to brace for the immense pleasure.
The way his bulbous tip breaches past your pussy lips, pulling out completely before invading your hole again and again. The position you’re in only heightens what you’re feeling as it gives him the leeway to move his hips deeper.
You feel so fucking full.
The impressive girth stretching you to accommodate his size might’ve ruined you for any other person. It’s as if it’s Seongje’s own way of claiming you, of showing you that no one can make you feel like this except him.
Ashes falls on the expanse of your back, inflicting a slight burn but not enough for you to writhe in hurt. You switches position so one side of your cheek rests on the sheets instead, and the sight of Seongje snatches your breath away; taking a hit of his cigarette stick, gyrating his hips with no sense of care if you’re overwhelmed, and the fucking smirk playing on his lips as he watches your eyes cross inevitably.
“Shit– uh uh uh, fuck.. Seongje,”
The said man merely hums, changing his angle just a little, only to chuckle deeply to himself as your back arches uncontrollably. He prods at your spot like he knows your body better than you.
Seongje bundles your hair to a makeshift ponytail, albeit missing a few strands, and pulls you back until your back is skin-to-skin against his chest. He pries your mouth open forcibly, settling the stick in between your lips.
He grinds purposely on your firm yet spongy button, smiling triumphaly when you struggle to inhale a proper amount of nicotine.
“Look at you going dumb on me.”
The man licks a stripe along your face before sniffing out the burning end of the stick, and reclines on the bed, dragging you down with him. You now lay on top of him as Seongje thrusts upwards.
His hand travels from your wrists to where your clit sits prettily, puckered and swollen, while his mouth attacks your neck, littering it with hickeys that will most definitely give you a hard time covering it up.
“Oh my god—!”
“You’re so hot.” He growls in your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you someday against the counter, the one at the bowling alley. I will make them watch when I fuck that attitude out of you. Make them see how to properly handle that smart mouth.”
It should’ve embarrassed you at the thought of being exposed to everyone. Should’ve angered you that Seongje wants to parade you like some property he owns. But it doesn’t. In fact, your walls clenches around Seongje’s cock as if you couldn’t wait for it to actually happen.
“Yeah? You like that? You love when I treat– haah– you like this, don’t you? Acting all smart and independent when all you want is someone to take the lead and, shit, order you around like a fucking puppy.”
His condescending laugh resonates the bedroom after you slur your words in agreement, too cock-drunk to form a coherent sentence. He hooks his arms under your knees and forces them wide open which leaves you resembling a rag doll receiving his plows.
Eyelids flickering, you could barely get the words out.
“Come?” Seongje grins. “You wanna come on my cock? Go ahead, doll. Be a good fucking girl and make yourself come.”
You thrash on top of him, legs shaking violently as tears roll down your cheeks. Your head throws back and lands on his shoulder. Seongje tilts his head, burying his face in your neck, eventually biting your skin as he shuts his eyes close and savors the delicious clenches of your pussy.
Feeling himself getting closer as well, Seongje plays with your nipples. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you twitch in his arms due to overstimulation.
Who are you even fooling? You might’ve said the words and attempts fleeing from him, but your own body craves the pleasure all the same.
You sit up for a second, falling forward the next, and as you grapple the bed sheets, your hips rides the relentless movements of Seongje.
“Yeah, fucking take all of me. That’s what you fucking want, right?” Seongje pulls out and slides his cock deep in your throat. His hot cum spills as he reaches his bliss.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl..”
As the night deepens and the streets had gone quite, anyone who sees Seongje sleeping soundly in your arms would wonder: who is the real wolf? And which is the puppy?
warning: threesome, cunnilingus, spanking, fingering, choking, light brat taming, creampie (cover your stump before you hump!), overstimulation, squirting, passing out after sex
synopsis: The Union is discovered and being investigated so you and your friends ran away to hide. They exert their best to take your mind off from worries.
A/N: you already know what this is. everyone's request lolol I hope you'll like it!
The television flashes a news, following series of videos with teenagers getting arrested one after another. A dread creeps up inside you, crawling its way until fully consuming your body.
EXPOSED: High School Syndicate Called ‘Union’ Allegedly Made Students Execute Crimes In Exchange For Money
The headquarters had been raided, both the bowling alley and the motorcycle junk shop. And the records doesn’t lie. There’s no use of denying what the Union had done to the delinquents of Yeongdeungpo.
The screen, all of sudden, switches to netflix and plays what you assume was playing before you got a hold of the remote.
“I told you to stop watching the news.”
Baekjin moves to sit beside you, placing your stretched feet on his lap after. His hand almost automatically starts tending to the tensed muscles of your legs, massaging all the way up to your thighs.
You sigh. “I don’t know, Baekjin. They will spill out all information about Union if the police offers them no consequences of whatever they did.”
There’s a slight tug in Baekjin’s lips. He didn’t stop his ministrations nor look at you.
“Then they tell them. That’s the only way they could save their asses.”
“Are you not worried?”
“There’s no reason to be.”
The scent of cigarettes fill up the room, evidently announcing another person’s presence without much of an effort. Seongje walks in carrying the ease on his shoulders, as if the crime syndicate he joined for fun wasn’t discovered and being investigated by the police.
You see the brief exchange he did with Baekjin. No nods, no verbal acknowledgements– instead it is how their eyes connected and immediately understood what the other was trying to say.
It’s strange how two people so incompatible can work together effectively.
Seongje and Baekjin showed up to your apartment late at dawn with no more than two duffle bag of money and a car with no plate number. You packed up your things nonetheless, not questioning the cause of their sudden appearance.
And now, you’re here, lounging in a bungalow style house buried deep in a forest you didn’t even know existed until you arrived. You dared to ask Baekjin but he merely dismisses you. It is when you finally watched the news that you found out just how much trouble and danger you’re in.
Trouble for all the crimes you did in the name of the Union. And danger for when Mr. Choi finally snaps and hunts the three of you down.
A quiet exhale leaves Baekjin’s lips. His hand rests on the curve of your waist as he leans towards you, nosing your jaw and ghostly paints a track of kisses along your throat. You relax in his arms, letting your head fall on the arm rest and allow Baekjin to take the reigns.
His thumb caresses your cheek, traveling up to the crease between your brows. He smoothes it out, pecking the area and both of your eyes.
“You worry too much.”
It’s a statement with finality, but you see what lies beneath it. You sense the effort in lessening the gnawing worry inside you, the attempt to take your mind away from the problems.
Baekjin’s palm slides under your shirt, exploring the skin and eventually reaching the clasp of your bra. It clicks open with one smooth tug and soon enough, you’re laying shirtless on the couch.
He mounts your figure as his mouth latches on your breast, taking your bud in, swiveling his tongue around before biting lightly. The scrape of his teeth heightens your sensitivity.
Your back arches for more, hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.
“Baekjin, more..” Electric pleasure jolts to your veins as Baekjin presses his bulge on your clothed crotch, rolling his hips in an angle that ensures he’s hitting your clit. You gasp at the contact, response immediate.
You pull his strands harshly and slots your mouth on his, greedily taking his lips and tongue in yours. Baekjin couldn’t help but to hum, satisfaction filling him up as he bask in your desperation.
The rolls of both of your hips is now rhythmic and fast-paced. There’s no holding back nor patience present in the room. Baekjin grips your the flesh of your thighs tightly, moving your body against him while you whine and hold onto his shoulder for support.
A scoff echoes not far from you. “You both look like dogs humping desperately at each other. How pathetic.”
Turning your head, there Seongje sits in all his glory, smoke surrounding him as he watches you and Baekjin like one of the most interesting porn he’d ever seen.
“Hngh.. Seongje,”
You reach out a hand to him, glassy eyes pleading. Seongje grunts begrudgingly, standing up from his seat towers both your figure. He flicks the ashes of his stick, taking a hit.
The bump in Baekjin’s pants slots perfectly between your legs, sliding up and down with little resistance whenever your hips jerk involuntarily. Your eyelids flutter close as a hand hovers above Baekjin’s arm.
“I think I’m gonna come,” You mumble under your breath, resting your cheek on the arm rest. “Mmm.. I’m close.”
It didn’t take long before you’re shuddering in his arms, gasping as you let the buzz conquer your veins. Baekjin continues riding your high before slowing to a full stop. He brushes your hair out of your face and smiles slightly at your fucked out state.
“We barely even started, darling.”
The words elicits a whine from you and a chuckle from them.
Seongje takes Baekjin’s place, spreading your legs wide open and pulls your shorts and underwear off of you. He bites the skin of your inner thighs a few times, leaving traces here and there. When your hips starts begging for him, Seongje didn’t waist any seconds as he dives in your pussy.
His mouth immediately connects with your folds, humming in satisfaction. Tongue licking a stripe from your hole up to your clit, a mewl leaves your lips as you place a hand on the back of his head, careful not to piss him off.
Seongje slurps your juices lewdly, wet suckling noises piercing your ears while he flicks his head side to side like a dog salivating against your pussy. His tongue enters you with no warning, sending you scrambling at anything as sensitivity catches up to you.
Baekjin strokes his cock at your crumbling composure, groaning on how your body tenses for a while before finally relaxing in Seongje’s hold, whining with oversensitivity.
“Tastes so fucking sweet, babe,” Seongje murmurs. He lands a slap on your puffy clit. “Gonna replace cigarettes for my breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”
There’s no denying the delight on your face upon hearing him, eliciting a fond chuckle from both men.
“She’ll bend over willingly anytime anywhere. Wouldn’t you, love?”
Baekjin’s soft kisses soothes the constant overwhelming buzzing in your veins. He peppers your face while caressing your shoulders and arms, letting you catch your breath.
As you’re able to get a brief break, you start reaching out for their hardening cocks much earlier than expected. Seongje’s lips tugs upwards at your eagerness.
“Thought I had to make Baekjin suck me off just to make this go away.”
“And you’d probably come after three strokes.”
“Flaunting your blowjob skills on me, Na?”
You giggle at their banter. Watching them try to assert dominance over each other is definitely one of the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.
Getting on your knees, you try to pay the same attention on both cocks, switching from one to another and tries to keep the pleasure on the same level. Baekjin and Seongje moans in unison, singing praises that fuels your greed more.
“Yeah, just like that. Sucking us so good.”
“Suck a cockwhore for us.”
You work your tongue on them relentlessly, slapping Seongje’s cock on your cheeks a few times while you focus on the tip of Baekjin’s. A collective groan rings across the whole living room when you attempt to take them both at the same time, though only getting past before ¼ of their lengths.
Deciding you’ve done so well, Baekjin orders you to get on all fours, their favorite position of yours. Seongje plunges his fingers inside your mouth, prompting you to suck on it and produce saliva doing so. When he deems it enough, he takes it out and fingers you in place of Baekjin.
The soreness haven’t gotten away so you feel every movement of his, pursing your lips as you regulate your breathing. Soon, you open up, ready for their cocks like a fleshlight.
Baekjin spreads your folds using his thumbs, spitting right where your hole is and experimentally slides in three fingers. His cock jumps at how your walls cling to his digits.
“Fuck me now—” You whine. “Please, fuck me now.”
“How polite.” Baekjin snickers, smooching your cheek.
A hand on your hip and the other putting light pressure on your back, then finally he slots his tip, pushing forward as he feeds you inches of his cock.
“Shit— ‘s big..”
You stretches out your arm to slow him down. No matter how much you’re prepped, the moment Baekjin is buried to the hilt, your legs begin shaking and your core burns in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
In contrast of the calm demeanor, Baekjin starts pistoning his hips without an ounce of care. The couch moves along his thrusts, nudging and thudding against the wall.
He’s in so deep you could feel him in your guts, fuck.
And as if you not being able to form a coherent set of words is not enough, Seongje tilts your head upwards and swallows your moans. Spit dribbles down your chins, creating a mess. You stay still like some ragdoll for them to fuck and play with.
Pawing at Seongje’s arm, you scramble for purchase— his hand dips down between your body and the couch, pressing on your belly. Seongje sports an amused grin at the bulge on your skin made of Baekjin’s cock.
“Oh oh– shit.. Baekjin, oh my god!”
Your arms gives out, cheek inevitably meeting the soft padding as Baekjin gyrates his hips with only one thought in mind— make you cum hard enough to shut off your brain so you wouldn’t think of anything else but them.
“Ah, so tight, fuck. Haven’t we fucked you enough? How– uhh– how are you still this tight?”
The thrusts slam down harder and harder with each passing second, targeting your sore and spongey spot that sends your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open. Back bowing as you thrash yet push back at the same time, your whole body locks in a single position.
As though the time has stopped, you reach your bliss and rides it with the help of them. Baekjin’s hips start losing its rhythm, his grip on your waist becomes firmer as he eventually topples over, burying his cum deep inside you with a series of strained grunt.
His spent gushes out of your pussy, rolling down your thighs. “Fucking orgasm lasted so long.” He chuckles on your neck, slowly pulling out and watches his cum gets pushed out by your clenching walls.
Drained, you slump on the couch, breathing heavily in a daze.
Someone brushes your hair out of your face. “Good?”
“Hmm..”
“Still can take one more?”
You blink slowly, mind too smushed to think of an answer immediately. Baekjin maneuvers you in a sitting position as he offers you the glass of water that Seongje got.
Great sense, you think. You’re fucking parched from all the screaming. Once you’ve calmed down and there’s no sensory overload engulfing your body anymore, you snuggle closer to Baekjin.
Seongje clicks his tongue, playing with a lighter in his hand. “I’ve been feeling neglected since earlier. Do you like Baekjin more than me now?”
Smiling shyly, you crawl towards where he sits and straddles him. You shower his face with kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Seongje hums. “You’re stalling.”
“What?”
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He grabs a handful of your ass and slams his palm on the skins, a faint red mark blooming. “Don’t piss me off and get to work.”
You pout, tracing ghost patterns on his shoulder. “But I feel sore and my legs are shaking.”
Another slap lands, earning a yelp from you. “How are you so polite to him but somehow always a brat to me? You like it when I treat you roughly?”
You bite your lower lip, maintaining eye contact as Seongje scoffs. Clearly, you’re enjoying being reprimanded by him. And he couldn’t say he doesn’t like it.
“God, I’m wet again..”
His eyes immediately drifts to your pussy and affirmatively, slick is starting to gather again. You slot his cock between your folds, swaying along the entirety of it, covering him with your wetness.
“Ah.. fuck. I feel so full– hnghh..”
You bounces on top of him, using his broad shoulder as a leverage while Seongje lets the scene play out. He didn’t say anything nor give you an approving pat, he’s just leaning back, eyes on you.
Your pace starts picking up as you throw your head back, losing yourself in the pleasure. His cock punches so fucking deep it knocks the air out of you.
“Is that all you got? You can do better.”
Your whines fill up the room. Baekjin thinks it’s probably ringing outside the house and to the forest. How glad he is that you’re in the middle of nowhere or else you’ll blow your cover in an instant.
Seongje, patience running out, gets a hold of both your thighs and fucks upwards like a beast waiting for a chance to pounce on you. You’re jostled to his chest, losing all the control you’ve had as you now lay plaint for Seongje to fuck.
A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to bring you in a dizzying pleasure. Nails rake down Seongje’s arms, creating lines that marks him as yours.
Seongje curses, basking in the pain that your scratches inflicted. He fastens his pace, holding you close.
“Ah ah! N— mmphh! Oh god.. shitshitshit I can’t–!”
“You can’t what?”
He snakes a hand between your hips and puts pressure on your clit, circling it that sends you moaning even louder. God, you’re loud it’s embarrassing,
“No! No, please.. I can’t come anymore.. ‘s too much.”
“Yes, you can. I’ll.. haa.. I’ll make you.”
Seongje spits on your breasts, waiting for it to drip down your nipple before launching on it, sucking and nibbling on it. You let out a cry as you feel an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach.
It feels like you’re coming but it’s more intense, more overwhelming.
Baekjin expects you to pass out on Seongje’s arms. Instead, your legs shakes uncontrollably as your upper body slacks against Seongje’s chest. Down your thighs, liquid sprays all over you, Seongje, and the couch.
Your squirt reaches the floor as well, making both Baekjin and Seongje marvel at the sight.
Tears prick your eyes, forcing yourself to take and take every harsh thrust of Seong’s cock. Your hands is balled in a closed fist, anything to accompany you from the extra sensitivity once more.
And Seongje thrusts three more times before shooting his hot cum inside you, murmuring inaudible things under his breath. Together with Baekjin’s spent, their cum seeps out of you despite his cock still plunged in your pussy, sneaking through the corners and joining your wetness on your thighs.
It takes them a moment to realize that you actually passed out from exhaustion. It is not the first time but it’s a rare occurrence.
They didn’t fret because it is their goal in the first place: to take your mind off from worries, and provide an escape.
girl your Tumblr design is so peak omg...and there need to be more fics on baekjinnnn I'm sorry I don't have any story in mind but you can write it however you want tyy!
first compliment on my design, you know baaaall <333
I don't have a solo fic on baekjin yet but i do have a new one with him and seongje! you can read it here!
I'll try writing more for baekjin after I finish this shse fic I've been writing (and once univ + works stops tugging my tail)
warning: threesome, cunnilingus, spanking, fingering, choking, light brat taming, creampie (cover your stump before you hump!), overstimulation, squirting, passing out after sex
synopsis: The Union is discovered and being investigated so you and your friends ran away to hide. They exert their best to take your mind off from worries.
A/N: you already know what this is. everyone's request lolol I hope you'll like it!
The television flashes a news, following series of videos with teenagers getting arrested one after another. A dread creeps up inside you, crawling its way until fully consuming your body.
EXPOSED: High School Syndicate Called ‘Union’ Allegedly Made Students Execute Crimes In Exchange For Money
The headquarters had been raided, both the bowling alley and the motorcycle junk shop. And the records doesn’t lie. There’s no use in denying what the Union had done to the delinquents of Yeongdeungpo.
The screen, all of sudden, switches to netflix and plays what you assume was playing before you got a hold of the remote.
“I told you to stop watching the news.”
Baekjin moves to sit beside you, placing your stretched feet on his lap after. His hand almost automatically starts tending to the tensed muscles of your legs, massaging all the way up to your thighs.
You sigh. “I don’t know, Baekjin. They will spill out all information about Union if the police offers them no consequences of whatever they did.”
There’s a slight tug in Baekjin’s lips. He didn’t stop his ministrations nor look at you.
“Then they tell them. That’s the only way they could save their asses.”
“Are you not worried?”
“There’s no reason to be.”
The scent of cigarettes fill up the room, evidently announcing another person’s presence without much of an effort. Seongje walks in carrying the ease on his shoulders, as if the crime syndicate he joined for fun wasn’t discovered and being investigated by the police.
You see the brief exchange he did with Baekjin. No nods, no verbal acknowledgements– instead it is how their eyes connected and immediately understood what the other was trying to say.
It’s strange how two people so incompatible can work together effectively.
Seongje and Baekjin showed up to your apartment late at dawn with no more than two duffle bag of money and a car with no plate number. You packed up your things nonetheless, not questioning the cause of their sudden appearance.
And now, you’re here, lounging in a bungalow style house buried deep in a forest you didn’t even know existed until you arrived. You dared to ask Baekjin but he merely dismisses you. It is when you finally watched the news that you found out just how much trouble and danger you’re in.
Trouble for all the crimes you did in the name of the Union. And danger for when Mr. Choi finally snaps and hunts the three of you down.
A quiet exhale leaves Baekjin’s lips. His hand rests on the curve of your waist as he leans towards you, nosing your jaw and ghostly paints a track of kisses along your throat. You relax in his arms, letting your head fall on the arm rest and allow Baekjin to take the reigns.
His thumb caresses your cheek, traveling up to the crease between your brows. He smoothes it out, pecking the area and both of your eyes.
“You worry too much.”
It’s a statement with finality, but you see what lies beneath it. You sense the effort in lessening the gnawing worry inside you, the attempt to take your mind away from the problems.
Baekjin’s palm slides under your shirt, exploring the skin and eventually reaching the clasp of your bra. It clicks open with one smooth tug and soon enough, you’re laying shirtless on the couch.
He mounts your figure as his mouth latches on your breast, taking your bud in, swiveling his tongue around before biting lightly. The scrape of his teeth heightens your sensitivity.
Your back arches for more, hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.
“Baekjin, more..” Electric pleasure jolts to your veins as Baekjin presses his bulge on your clothed crotch, rolling his hips in an angle that ensures he’s hitting your clit. You gasp at the contact, response immediate.
You pull his strands harshly and slots your mouth on his, greedily taking his lips and tongue in yours. Baekjin couldn’t help but to hum, satisfaction filling him up as he bask in your desperation.
The rolls of both of your hips is now rhythmic and fast-paced. There’s no holding back nor patience present in the room. Baekjin grips the flesh of your thighs tightly, moving your body against him while you whine and hold onto his shoulder for support.
A scoff echoes not far from you. “You both look like dogs humping desperately at each other. How pathetic.”
Turning your head, there Seongje sits in all his glory, smoke surrounding him as he watches you and Baekjin like one of the most interesting porn he’d ever seen.
“Hngh.. Seongje,”
You reach out a hand to him, glassy eyes pleading. Seongje grunts begrudgingly, standing up from his seat towers both your figure. He flicks the ashes of his stick, taking a hit.
The bump in Baekjin’s pants slots perfectly between your legs, sliding up and down with little resistance whenever your hips jerk involuntarily. Your eyelids flutter close as a hand hovers above Baekjin’s arm.
“I think I’m gonna come,” You mumble under your breath, resting your cheek on the arm rest. “Mmm.. I’m close.”
It didn’t take long before you’re shuddering in his arms, gasping as you let the buzz conquer your veins. Baekjin continues riding your high before slowing to a full stop. He brushes your hair out of your face and smiles slightly at your fucked out state.
“We barely even started, darling.”
The words elicits a whine from you and a chuckle from them.
Seongje takes Baekjin’s place, spreading your legs wide open and pulls your shorts and underwear off of you. He bites the skin of your inner thighs a few times, leaving traces here and there. When your hips starts begging for him, Seongje didn’t waist any seconds as he dives in your pussy.
His mouth immediately connects with your folds, humming in satisfaction. Tongue licking a stripe from your hole up to your clit, a mewl leaves your lips as you place a hand on the back of his head, careful not to piss him off.
Seongje slurps your juices lewdly, wet suckling noises piercing your ears while he flicks his head side to side like a dog salivating against your pussy. His tongue enters you with no warning, sending you scrambling at anything as sensitivity catches up to you.
Baekjin strokes his cock at your crumbling composure, groaning on how your body tenses for a while before finally relaxing in Seongje’s hold, whining with oversensitivity.
“Tastes so fucking sweet, babe,” Seongje murmurs. He lands a slap on your puffy clit. “Gonna replace cigarettes for my breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”
There’s no denying the delight on your face upon hearing him, eliciting a fond chuckle from both men.
“She’ll bend over willingly anytime anywhere. Wouldn’t you, love?”
Baekjin’s soft kisses soothes the constant overwhelming buzzing in your veins. He peppers your face while caressing your shoulders and arms, letting you catch your breath.
As you’re able to get a brief break, you start reaching out for their hardening cocks much earlier than expected. Seongje’s lips tugs upwards at your eagerness.
“Thought I had to make Baekjin suck me off just to make this go away.”
“And you’d probably come after three strokes.”
“Flaunting your blowjob skills on me, Na?”
You giggle at their banter. Watching them try to assert dominance over each other is definitely one of the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.
Getting on your knees, you try to pay the same attention on both cocks, switching from one to another and tries to keep the pleasure on the same level. Baekjin and Seongje moans in unison, singing praises that fuels your greed more.
“Yeah, just like that. Sucking us so good.”
“Suck a cockwhore for us.”
You work your tongue on them relentlessly, slapping Seongje’s cock on your cheeks a few times while you focus on the tip of Baekjin’s. A collective groan rings across the whole living room when you attempt to take them both at the same time, though only getting past before ¼ of their lengths.
Deciding you’ve done so well, Baekjin orders you to get on all fours, their favorite position of yours. Seongje plunges his fingers inside your mouth, prompting you to suck on it and produce saliva doing so. When he deems it enough, he takes it out and fingers you in place of Baekjin.
The soreness haven’t gotten away so you feel every movement of his, pursing your lips as you regulate your breathing. Soon, you open up, ready for their cocks like a fleshlight.
Baekjin spreads your folds using his thumbs, spitting right where your hole is and experimentally slides in three fingers. His cock jumps at how your walls cling to his digits.
“Fuck me now—” You whine. “Please, fuck me now.”
“How polite.” Baekjin snickers, smooching your cheek.
A hand on your hip and the other putting light pressure on your back, then finally he slots his tip, pushing forward as he feeds you inches of his cock.
“Shit— ‘s big..”
You stretches out your arm to slow him down. No matter how much you’re prepped, the moment Baekjin is buried to the hilt, your legs begin shaking and your core burns in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
In contrast of the calm demeanor, Baekjin starts pistoning his hips without an ounce of care. The couch moves along his thrusts, nudging and thudding against the wall.
He’s in so deep you could feel him in your guts, fuck.
And as if you not being able to form a coherent set of words is not enough, Seongje tilts your head upwards and swallows your moans. Spit dribbles down your chins, creating a mess. You stay still like some ragdoll for them to fuck and play with.
Pawing at Seongje’s arm, you scramble for purchase— his hand dips down between your body and the couch, pressing on your belly. Seongje sports an amused grin at the bulge on your skin made of Baekjin’s cock.
“Oh oh– shit.. Baekjin, oh my god!”
Your arms gives out, cheek inevitably meeting the soft padding as Baekjin gyrates his hips with only one thought in mind— make you cum hard enough to shut off your brain so you wouldn’t think of anything else but them.
“Ah, so tight, fuck. Haven’t we fucked you enough? How– uhh– how are you still this tight?”
The thrusts slam down harder and harder with each passing second, targeting your sore and spongey spot that sends your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open. Back bowing as you thrash yet push back at the same time, your whole body locks in a single position.
As though the time has stopped, you reach your bliss and rides it with the help of them. Baekjin’s hips start losing its rhythm, his grip on your waist becomes firmer as he eventually topples over, burying his cum deep inside you with a series of strained grunt.
His spent gushes out of your pussy, rolling down your thighs. “Fucking orgasm lasted so long.” He chuckles on your neck, slowly pulling out and watches his cum gets pushed out by your clenching walls.
Drained, you slump on the couch, breathing heavily in a daze.
Someone brushes your hair out of your face. “Good?”
“Hmm..”
“Still can take one more?”
You blink slowly, mind too smushed to think of an answer immediately. Baekjin maneuvers you in a sitting position as he offers you the glass of water that Seongje got.
Great sense, you think. You’re fucking parched from all the screaming. Once you’ve calmed down and there’s no sensory overload engulfing your body anymore, you snuggle closer to Baekjin.
Seongje clicks his tongue, playing with a lighter in his hand. “I’ve been feeling neglected since earlier. Do you like Baekjin more than me now?”
Smiling shyly, you crawl towards where he sits and straddles him. You shower his face with kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Seongje hums. “You’re stalling.”
“What?”
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He grabs a handful of your ass and slams his palm on the skins, a faint red mark blooming. “Don’t piss me off and get to work.”
You pout, tracing ghost patterns on his shoulder. “But I feel sore and my legs are shaking.”
Another slap lands, earning a yelp from you. “How are you so polite to him but somehow always a brat to me? You like it when I treat you roughly?”
You bite your lower lip, maintaining eye contact as Seongje scoffs. Clearly, you’re enjoying being reprimanded by him. And he couldn’t say he doesn’t like it.
“God, I’m wet again..”
His eyes immediately drifts to your pussy and affirmatively, slick is starting to gather again. You slot his cock between your folds, swaying along the entirety of it, covering him with your wetness.
“Ah.. fuck. I feel so full– hnghh..”
You bounces on top of him, using his broad shoulder as a leverage while Seongje lets the scene play out. He didn’t say anything nor give you an approving pat, he’s just leaning back, eyes on you.
Your pace starts picking up as you throw your head back, losing yourself in the pleasure. His cock punches so fucking deep it knocks the air out of you.
“Is that all you got? You can do better.”
Your whines fill up the room. Baekjin thinks it’s probably ringing outside the house and to the forest. How glad he is that you’re in the middle of nowhere or else you’ll blow your cover in an instant.
Seongje, patience running out, gets a hold of both your thighs and fucks upwards like a beast waiting for a chance to pounce on you. You’re jostled to his chest, losing all the control you’ve had as you now lay plaint for Seongje to fuck.
A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to bring you in a dizzying pleasure. Nails rake down Seongje’s arms, creating lines that marks him as yours.
Seongje curses, basking in the pain that your scratches inflicted. He fastens his pace, holding you close.
“Ah ah! N— mmphh! Oh god.. shitshitshit I can’t–!”
“You can’t what?”
He snakes a hand between your hips and puts pressure on your clit, circling it that sends you moaning even louder. God, you’re loud it’s embarrassing,
“No! No, please.. I can’t come anymore.. ‘s too much.”
“Yes, you can. I’ll.. haa.. I’ll make you.”
Seongje spits on your breasts, waiting for it to drip down your nipple before launching on it, sucking and nibbling on it. You let out a cry as you feel an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach.
It feels like you’re coming but it’s more intense, more overwhelming.
Baekjin expects you to pass out on Seongje’s arms. Instead, your legs shakes uncontrollably as your upper body slacks against Seongje’s chest. Down your thighs, liquid sprays all over you, Seongje, and the couch.
Your squirt reaches the floor as well, making both Baekjin and Seongje marvel at the sight.
Tears prick your eyes, forcing yourself to take and take every harsh thrust of Seong’s cock. Your hands is balled in a closed fist, anything to accompany you from the extra sensitivity once more.
And Seongje thrusts three more times before shooting his hot cum inside you, murmuring inaudible things under his breath. Together with Baekjin’s spent, their cum seeps out of you despite his cock still plunged in your pussy, sneaking through the corners and joining your wetness on your thighs.
It takes them a moment to realize that you actually passed out from exhaustion. It is not the first time but it’s a rare occurrence.
They didn’t fret because it is their goal in the first place: to take your mind off from worries, and provide an escape.
warning: threesome, blowjob (face fucking), spit kink, fingering, choking, light brat taming, anal sex, double penetration (p and a), creampie (don't be silly, wrap your willy!)
synopsis: You decided to ignore both of your friends, and mop around because of failed hook ups. Let's just say, neither Seongjae or Baekjin liked it.
A/N: this is just pure filth so if it's not your cup of tea, please do not proceed. if you happen to enjoy the fic, let me know what you think! 🤩
“Have you gone to fix it?”
“Nah,” Seongje inhales a lungful of the cigarette between his fingers. “I’m in front of her apartment building though.”
He can almost see Baekjin taking a pause and collecting himself. The latter had a lot of checklist for him today involving the Union, but here he is instead. Seongje couldn’t care less honestly, he’s not a damn errand boy.
“What are you doing there, Seongje? I told you to take care of the burner back accounts.”
“That can wait. She’s been ignoring us and ditching her classes, don’t act like you don’t want to see what she’s up to right now.”
“Mr. Choi will be calling soon.”
Seongje rolls his eyes and takes a jab at Baekjin being Mr. Choi’s lapdog, in which the other pays no mind. “Whatever, do what you want and miss all the fun.”
The call ends up abruptly, leaving Baekjin staring at the caller I.D. in disbelief. Seongje heads straight to your unit after throwing his stick on the ground, stomping on it once.
You’ve never given him nor Baekjin the password to your door but he trespasses anyways. For him, you’ve known them both long enough to be aware it is bound to happen.
The atmosphere in your apartment is akin to a museum: calm and comforting with a melodic music playing somewhere. He follows the sound, soon finding out it is coming from your bedroom.
Your blanket are tangled and bundled up in one area, while your feet peeks out by the hem. Seongje chuckles lightly at the sight.
“What got you all gloomy and sentimental?”
Leaning on your elbows, your eyes are wide enough to resemble an owl. “Seongje? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get inside?”
The man invites himself just like he did by the front door, and sits at the edge of your bed. Whether this is a consequence of having a literal criminal and a gang member as your friend or not, you don’t have an ounce of care.
“But I asked you a question first.”
You roll your eyes and slumps back in your bed.
Seongje pins you with a stern stare. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me.” He moves to your side and rests his back against the headboard. “Why haven’t you been at the bowling alley these days? Baekjin is losing his mind.”
“If he truly is, then he should be here.”
That ignites a laugh from him, shaking his head. They must’ve spoiled you too much that you’re now acting like a brat, sulking when you don’t get their attention the second you want it.
Huffing, you turn your back to Seongje. He observes the way your lips jut out in a pout and how you tried hard to divert your attention to your phone once more.
A notification pops up at the top part of your screen.
Sugang: Do you want to come over again?
The gadget is gone in your grip the next time you blink. Looking at Seongje, you see the evident change in his eyes. His thumb scrolls through your conversation, scanning fast enough that you wonder if he’s actually reading them.
“Okay, what the hell– give it back!”
“Who’s Sugang and why is he telling you to come over at his place?”
“None of your business, really.”
Glancing at the phone, he pulls you and settles you in his lap while he holds your wrist in front of him— basically forcing you to show what he wants to see.
The corner of his lips curls up in a snicker, one that you know follows a mean comment about your hook-ups and dates.
“A dick appointment, huh?” Seongje tsks. “How many dates have you gone with him? Did he even managed, at least, one orgasm out of you?”
Slapping his arm, you tell him off with his language. The dread then comes back to you, and prompts you in snuggling closer to Seongje’s chest, laying your head on his shoulder as you get a whiff of his scent.
“... no.”
His chest rumbles as he oddly finds your miserable life funny.
“So you’re telling me,” He tosses your phone somewhere on the bed. “This Sugang guy have stuck his dick inside you multiple times, never made you cum, and still had the audacity to invite you over again?”
You could only hide your face in his neck. There’s nothing else to do except to drown in embarrassment, especially with the help of Seongjae’s condescending tone and mocking chuckle.
“First was Park Yeongbeom leaving you in radio silence after telling you that his phone was broken, but switched up and it was suddenly because he forgot to charge it. Then Kim Palho stood you up just because his mama threw a tantrum about he shouldn’t find a girl and leave his mom alone. Hong Sijun doesn’t even know how to fucking mop the spilled juice on your floor, and Baek Sanghyun who played hard to get, making you set up several hangouts before eventually telling you he doesn’t fancy you.”
Seongje takes a deep breath, and lets out a scoff. “Wow, where are you getting these fucking manchilds?”
As Seongje recites all the men that had failed you for these past few months, the anger and irritation boils hot inside you. Throwing yourself on the bed once more, you muffle your screams using the soft pillows. All the while Seongje’s eyes follow your movements.
Drawing closer, he pries your hand away from your face and turns you to look at him straight. His eyes rakes over the messy strands of your hair before he brushes them away.
He sighs. “So this is why you’re misbehaving.”
A thumb traces the plush of your lips, putting slight pressure on your chin to open your mouth before sliding inside, meeting your tongue. Seongje hums in approval then presses kisses on your jawline.
“Suck,”
As though enchanted, your lips circles around his finger and does what he says. All the pent up frustrations caused by other men slowly fades as Seongje stabilize you in the only way he can.
“That’s right. You’re still my sweet girl, aren’t you? Just needed a reminder.”
Seongje noses your throat while his other hand caresses your waist, uncharacteristically gentle. His patience cuts off short so he moves on to tug your shirt away and finally kisses you properly.
You whine against his mouth as you circle your arm around his neck. His tongue licks into your mouth, engaging yours to his before taking it to suck on. Seongje is in the process of removing your shorts and panties when suddenly, the bedroom opens– revealing Baekjin with his hands in his pockets.
Seongje whistles. “Looks like you don’t need to go back to those manchilds anymore. You’ve got more than one cock to keep you occupied and satisfied.”
You are coaxed to stand before your bed as both men assumes their position.
Baekjin’s in front of you, surprisingly not donning his jacket anymore, while Seongje presses up against your back, his growing hardness poking the cheeks of your ass.
After you’re all bare between them, Baekjin grabs your jaw and draws you in for a kiss. It’s not messy and full of spit like Seongje’s, rather it’s steady and establishing, like he’s asserting his dominance over you.
Two sets of hands wanders around your body. You think you might go crazy as your sensory fills up; someone fondles your breasts and plays with its hard buds, one hand cups your pussy and slips in to gather your wetness, while one other holds the back of your head firmly as if keeping you from pulling away.
A yelp elicits from you when Seongje unexpectedly turns you around. He slots his mouth on yours like he’s been deprived this whole time. His kisses starts a hunger in you and it will most likely won’t be satisfied easily.
Someone bends you over, and you know it’s not Seongje given by the smoothness and nonexistent callouses on the skin. Soon enough, Baekjin enters a finger inside you without a signal, causing you to jerk forward and comes in contact with Seongje’s cock.
When did they start stripping?
He takes a handful of your hair in his grip. Following his lead, you proceed to lick his shaft up and down to wet it. No way you’re putting that in your throat all dry.
And as one predicts, impatience– for Geum Seongje– is a loyal friend. Done with your stalling, Seongje yanks your hair and forces two fingers in your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as it naturally clamps on him and produces an ample amount of saliva.
“There you go,” He snickers and spreads it along his cock.
Inserting another one, Baekjin seems unpleased with your lack of focus on him. He kneels behind you and crooks his fingers that sends you jolting again.
“Baekjin..”
Satisfaction fills him up due to your breathy moan. Though it did not last long as Seongje feeds you his cock, holding your head in place while he controls the pace. You could only close your eyes and pray he have mercy on you.
On the other hand, Baekjin lets his mouth take over and enjoys your taste on his tongue. Your hans flies to grip on whoever’s arm is near, hips grinding on Baekjin’s face.
You stay like that for a while. And when your legs start buckling, Baekjin carries you to the bed.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
Disregarding Seongje’s scoff, you obey Baekjin’s order before looking forward and sees the former sprawling on the pillows. Seongje tilts his head, gesturing you to hover above him.
You’re ushered until he’s face to face with your breasts. As he feasts on the soft fat on your chest, a hand taps your thigh.
“You know the traffic light system?”
“Yes,”
“Good. Tap the bed three times if you can’t speak.”
Baekjin fucks you open using a few more times, and a moment later, a blunt tip obviously much larger the three of his fingers pushes inside.
“Uhh..”
Hearing your mewl, Seongje sees you with your mouth agape then scoots backwards, towards the headboard. “I wanna eat you out so fucking bad but I’ll leave it for another day.”
Another day? Heavens, you might have to charge your energy for another threesome with them.
Your head lols, moans getting louder each thrust of Baekjin’s cock. He plants one of his feet on the bed, changing the angle, and smirks when your back arches and your arms visibly shakes. Swift slaps land on your ass.
“So tight, fuck–”
“Hey, can’t leave me hanging now, doll.”
Seongje cuts off and holds your chin. Getting tired of him bossing you around, you roll your eyes and reaches to wrap a hand around his length when his grip suddenly transfers to your cheeks.
“I told you not to fucking roll your eyes at me,” He forcefully opens your mouth, sliding in your throat harshly. He fucks your face like Baekjin does with your pussy.
“Hmmph–!”
You scramble to search for something to cling to, your poor bedsheets taking the result of the overwhelming pleasure across your body.
“See, Baekjin? You shouldn’t spoil such bad girls like her. Look at that attitude.”
“Aah– You’re being too harsh on her, that’s why.”
“Bullshit! This brat needs to learn her manners– holy shit..”
“She knows,” Baekjin kisses along your spine, arriving at your shoulder as he murmurs against your ears. “What do we say, baby?”
Somehow wanting to hear and see what will be your response, Seongje pulls out and jerks himself.
“Nngh.. ‘m– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. I’m– oh my god– I won’t do it again.”
“Unfuckingbelievable.”
He urge you to take his cock back in and resumes his face fucking.
You’re so adorable with tears running down on your cheeks while your hands is attempting to slow Baekjin down. He supposes it’s only appropriate that they're providing you this much. After all, they need to satisfy your months and months of sexual frustration.
Then an idea pops in his head. His smirk blooms. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll let me fuck you.”
Baekjin perks up, squinting his eyes at the other in warning. “Wait for your fucking turn, Geum Seongje.”
“Who says anything about taking turns?”
Sinking his words in, Baekjin’s thrusts falter slightly.
You, however, being too cock-drunk and unable to talk, fails to register what the two men are discussing about. Imagine the surprise and confusion in your face when all the stimulations comes to a sudden stop.
“W-what? Did I do something wrong.. ?”
Baekjin notes you look like a deer caught in headlights. He tucks your hair behind your ears and pecks your cheek.
“What do you say about taking both of us?”
“Both of you– how?”
“At the same time. We’ll take it slow.”
“What if..” You trail, fiddling at the sheets. “What if I don’t like it?”
Seongje grins. “You will.”
In a matter of seconds, Baekjin and Seongje switches places. You’re now pinning the former against the bed with your whole weight, while the latter strokes himself behind you.
Smoothly, Baekjin’s cock slides again, emitting a whiny moan from you. He moves you on top of him, clasping his hands to your waist as he eases his size. Your body shudders when you feel something cold touches your asshole, followed by someone thumbing it.
And then it clicks.
You clutch at Baekjin’s arm tightly as one digit begins to push it’s way inside your ass. It massages your hole, making sure you’re relaxing and opening up before pushing another one, then another more.
Three fingers produces squelching noises as they curl upwards and scissors. It echoes lewdly that you make out with Baekjin so you’d think your tongues are the source of it instead.
Slowing down his pace, Baekjin kisses you back feverishly— you should’ve known it was to distract you from Seongjae’s length.
“Fuck–!”
Your body immediately tenses and both men stops their motions, observing you. He’s barely even past the tip.
“Hurts?”
“A bit, yeah..” Your fist clenches and unclenches beside Baekjin’s head.
“Do you want to stop?”
You shake your head, shallowly breathing in and out. Seongje reaches out for the lube again and squirts some more on where you’re connected. Then, he slowly resumes pushing in the rest of his cock.
"Wait, oh god..."
Eyes shutting tight, your nails dig in the skin of his wrist but Seongje refuses to let go of your hips. Baekjin scratches your head gently, anything to cut your attention in half, away from the burn.
Soon, the pain gradually becomes pleasure. You angle your head and meets Baekjin’s mouth, letting him swallow your moans. “Uh uh uh– yes! Yes, fuck. So good–”
Seongje throws his head back, though quickly staring back at your hole again because it’s just a mesmerizing sight. How your tight ass grips onto his cock hungrily. Fuck, he might come at the thought of being the first one to stick his cock in it.
He slaps your cheek, watching as it reddens. Baekjin’s pace fastens as he takes in the way your face contorts, unable to mask the overwhelming pleasure.
“You think those men can make you feel this good, baby?” He tsks. “You could’ve gone to us, to me, and save your self the hassle. Those men don’t deserve you. You’re mine.”
"She's ours, Baekjin. Learn how to fucking share."
Whimpering, a drool slips past your lips in which Baekjin wipes off and licks. Even with his thumb muffling your noises, it still rings across the whole bedroom due to how hard Seongje is fucking in to you.
A violent jab at your sweet spot snatches the breath away from your lungs as your eyes rolls to the back your head.
“So fucking pretty,” Baekjin rumbles.
A hand yanks your hair and you’re forced to meet Seongje’s eyes in a dizzy haze. “What do we say?”
It costs you almost a minute before conjuring an answer. Fortunately, they pay it no mind because of how sweet your words sound.
“Thank you– oh oh hnngh.. thankyouthankyouthankyou. Feels so good!”
Seongje laughs, pulling you close to his chest and spits in your mouth. Gulping it down, you stuck your tongue out to show him, earning approval as he licks your cheek and pushes you down on Baekjin again.
“Good girl.”
A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to put your mind in a pleasurable haze. “You like that? You like it when he calls you a good girl? Are you gonna be good for us after this?”
“Y– yheees. ‘m good, I’ll be good– please.”
As Baekjin continuously targets your g-spot, your scream pierces through their ears as you starts to thrash between them. With a few more thrusts, you’re clenching down on their cocks uncontrollably.
The two men shares a grunt at your tightness as they eagerly follows their own climax, each losing their own rhythm resulting in a messy and uncoordinated movements.
Before long, Seongje pulls out and strokes his cock over your ass, letting out a loud moan as he paints your back with his sticky cum. While Baekjin takes the reigns on your hips, fucking upwards, uncaring about the obscene skin slapping that probably reaches your next neighbor.
“Inside?”
Not affording to speak anymore, you opt in kissing him deeply in hopes to convey your answer. Baekjin grunts in return and buries his cock deep inside you, his cum shooting to your walls until some spills out of your hole. He fucks a couple more times and finally calms down when the cum starts foaming up around his cock.
When he finally withdraws as well, all three of you are breathing heavily. You slump on Baekjin, no longer has energy to do anything else. Seongje leaves the room and comes back with a clean towel to wipe you down, throwing said towel somewhere in the room after doing so.
Gently, Baekjin ushers you to the side. Seongje, soon, lays down on your other side.
“Don’t ever contact those men again, or I’ll have the Union deal with them. Alright?”
Giggling, you nod your head before placing a sweet kiss on his lips, giving the same to Seongjae.
“Okay,” You tug them closer. “Can you buy me strawberries though? I’m kinda craving them. And chocolates!”
“We’ll buy you some later, after you eat your lunch.”
“But I want to have it now. Wait– how’d you know I haven’t eaten?”
And as if you didn’t act like they didn’t exist from the past whole week, you’re back to being their spoiled bratty princess again.
warning: threesome, blowjob (face fucking), spit kink, fingering, choking, light brat taming, anal sex, double penetration (p and a), creampie (don't be silly, wrap your willy!)
synopsis: You decided to ignore both of your friends, and mop around because of failed hook ups. Let's just say, neither Seongjae or Baekjin liked it.
A/N: this is just pure filth so if it's not your cup of tea, please do not proceed. if you happen to enjoy the fic, let me know what you think! 🤩
“Have you gone to fix it?”
“Nah,” Seongje inhales a lungful of the cigarette between his fingers. “I’m in front of her apartment building though.”
He can almost see Baekjin taking a pause and collecting himself. The latter had a lot of checklist for him today involving the Union, but here he is instead. Seongje couldn’t care less honestly, he’s not a damn errand boy.
“What are you doing there, Seongje? I told you to take care of the burner back accounts.”
“That can wait. She’s been ignoring us and ditching her classes, don’t act like you don’t want to see what she’s up to right now.”
“Mr. Choi will be calling soon.”
Seongje rolls his eyes and takes a jab at Baekjin being Mr. Choi’s lapdog, in which the other pays no mind. “Whatever, do what you want and miss all the fun.”
The call ends up abruptly, leaving Baekjin staring at the caller I.D. in disbelief. Seongje heads straight to your unit after throwing his stick on the ground, stomping on it once.
You’ve never given him nor Baekjin the password to your door but he trespasses anyways. For him, you’ve known them both long enough to be aware it is bound to happen.
The atmosphere in your apartment is akin to a museum: calm and comforting with a melodic music playing somewhere. He follows the sound, soon finding out it is coming from your bedroom.
Your blanket are tangled and bundled up in one area, while your feet peeks out by the hem. Seongje chuckles lightly at the sight.
“What got you all gloomy and sentimental?”
Leaning on your elbows, your eyes are wide enough to resemble an owl. “Seongje? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get inside?”
The man invites himself just like he did by the front door, and sits at the edge of your bed. Whether this is a consequence of having a literal criminal and a gang member as your friend or not, you don’t have an ounce of care.
“But I asked you a question first.”
You roll your eyes and slumps back in your bed.
Seongje pins you with a stern stare. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me.” He moves to your side and rests his back against the headboard. “Why haven’t you been at the bowling alley these days? Baekjin is losing his mind.”
“If he truly is, then he should be here.”
That ignites a laugh from him, shaking his head. They must’ve spoiled you too much that you’re now acting like a brat, sulking when you don’t get their attention the second you want it.
Huffing, you turn your back to Seongje. He observes the way your lips jut out in a pout and how you tried hard to divert your attention to your phone once more.
A notification pops up at the top part of your screen.
Sugang: Do you want to come over again?
The gadget is gone in your grip the next time you blink. Looking at Seongje, you see the evident change in his eyes. His thumb scrolls through your conversation, scanning fast enough that you wonder if he’s actually reading them.
“Okay, what the hell– give it back!”
“Who’s Sugang and why is he telling you to come over at his place?”
“None of your business, really.”
Glancing at the phone, he pulls you and settles you in his lap while he holds your wrist in front of him— basically forcing you to show what he wants to see.
The corner of his lips curls up in a snicker, one that you know follows a mean comment about your hook-ups and dates.
“A dick appointment, huh?” Seongje tsks. “How many dates have you gone with him? Did he even managed, at least, one orgasm out of you?”
Slapping his arm, you tell him off with his language. The dread then comes back to you, and prompts you in snuggling closer to Seongje’s chest, laying your head on his shoulder as you get a whiff of his scent.
“... no.”
His chest rumbles as he oddly finds your miserable life funny.
“So you’re telling me,” He tosses your phone somewhere on the bed. “This Sugang guy have stuck his dick inside you multiple times, never made you cum, and still had the audacity to invite you over again?”
You could only hide your face in his neck. There’s nothing else to do except to drown in embarrassment, especially with the help of Seongjae’s condescending tone and mocking chuckle.
“First was Park Yeongbeom leaving you in radio silence after telling you that his phone was broken, but switched up and it was suddenly because he forgot to charge it. Then Kim Palho stood you up just because his mama threw a tantrum about he shouldn’t find a girl and leave his mom alone. Hong Sijun doesn’t even know how to fucking mop the spilled juice on your floor, and Baek Sanghyun who played hard to get, making you set up several hangouts before eventually telling you he doesn’t fancy you.”
Seongje takes a deep breath, and lets out a scoff. “Wow, where are you getting these fucking manchilds?”
As Seongje recites all the men that had failed you for these past few months, the anger and irritation boils hot inside you. Throwing yourself on the bed once more, you muffle your screams using the soft pillows. All the while Seongje’s eyes follow your movements.
Drawing closer, he pries your hand away from your face and turns you to look at him straight. His eyes rakes over the messy strands of your hair before he brushes them away.
He sighs. “So this is why you’re misbehaving.”
A thumb traces the plush of your lips, putting slight pressure on your chin to open your mouth before sliding inside, meeting your tongue. Seongje hums in approval then presses kisses on your jawline.
“Suck,”
As though enchanted, your lips circles around his finger and does what he says. All the pent up frustrations caused by other men slowly fades as Seongje stabilize you in the only way he can.
“That’s right. You’re still my sweet girl, aren’t you? Just needed a reminder.”
Seongje noses your throat while his other hand caresses your waist, uncharacteristically gentle. His patience cuts off short so he moves on to tug your shirt away and finally kisses you properly.
You whine against his mouth as you circle your arm around his neck. His tongue licks into your mouth, engaging yours to his before taking it to suck on. Seongje is in the process of removing your shorts and panties when suddenly, the bedroom opens– revealing Baekjin with his hands in his pockets.
Seongje whistles. “Looks like you don’t need to go back to those manchilds anymore. You’ve got more than one cock to keep you occupied and satisfied.”
You are coaxed to stand before your bed as both men assumes their position.
Baekjin’s in front of you, surprisingly not donning his jacket anymore, while Seongje presses up against your back, his growing hardness poking the cheeks of your ass.
After you’re all bare between them, Baekjin grabs your jaw and draws you in for a kiss. It’s not messy and full of spit like Seongje’s, rather it’s steady and establishing, like he’s asserting his dominance over you.
Two sets of hands wanders around your body. You think you might go crazy as your sensory fills up; someone fondles your breasts and plays with its hard buds, one hand cups your pussy and slips in to gather your wetness, while one other holds the back of your head firmly as if keeping you from pulling away.
A yelp elicits from you when Seongje unexpectedly turns you around. He slots his mouth on yours like he’s been deprived this whole time. His kisses starts a hunger in you and it will most likely won’t be satisfied easily.
Someone bends you over, and you know it’s not Seongje given by the smoothness and nonexistent callouses on the skin. Soon enough, Baekjin enters a finger inside you without a signal, causing you to jerk forward and comes in contact with Seongje’s cock.
When did they start stripping?
He takes a handful of your hair in his grip. Following his lead, you proceed to lick his shaft up and down to wet it. No way you’re putting that in your throat all dry.
And as one predicts, impatience– for Geum Seongje– is a loyal friend. Done with your stalling, Seongje yanks your hair and forces two fingers in your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as it naturally clamps on him and produces an ample amount of saliva.
“There you go,” He snickers and spreads it along his cock.
Inserting another one, Baekjin seems unpleased with your lack of focus on him. He kneels behind you and crooks his fingers that sends you jolting again.
“Baekjin..”
Satisfaction fills him up due to your breathy moan. Though it did not last long as Seongje feeds you his cock, holding your head in place while he controls the pace. You could only close your eyes and pray he have mercy on you.
On the other hand, Baekjin lets his mouth take over and enjoys your taste on his tongue. Your hans flies to grip on whoever’s arm is near, hips grinding on Baekjin’s face.
You stay like that for a while. And when your legs start buckling, Baekjin carries you to the bed.
“Hands and knees, baby.”
Disregarding Seongje’s scoff, you obey Baekjin’s order before looking forward and sees the former sprawling on the pillows. Seongje tilts his head, gesturing you to hover above him.
You’re ushered until he’s face to face with your breasts. As he feasts on the soft fat on your chest, a hand taps your thigh.
“You know the traffic light system?”
“Yes,”
“Good. Tap the bed three times if you can’t speak.”
Baekjin fucks you open using a few more times, and a moment later, a blunt tip obviously much larger the three of his fingers pushes inside.
“Uhh..”
Hearing your mewl, Seongje sees you with your mouth agape then scoots backwards, towards the headboard. “I wanna eat you out so fucking bad but I’ll leave it for another day.”
Another day? Heavens, you might have to charge your energy for another threesome with them.
Your head lols, moans getting louder each thrust of Baekjin’s cock. He plants one of his feet on the bed, changing the angle, and smirks when your back arches and your arms visibly shakes. Swift slaps land on your ass.
“So tight, fuck–”
“Hey, can’t leave me hanging now, doll.”
Seongje cuts off and holds your chin. Getting tired of him bossing you around, you roll your eyes and reaches to wrap a hand around his length when his grip suddenly transfers to your cheeks.
“I told you not to fucking roll your eyes at me,” He forcefully opens your mouth, sliding in your throat harshly. He fucks your face like Baekjin does with your pussy.
“Hmmph–!”
You scramble to search for something to cling to, your poor bedsheets taking the result of the overwhelming pleasure across your body.
“See, Baekjin? You shouldn’t spoil such bad girls like her. Look at that attitude.”
“Aah– You’re being too harsh on her, that’s why.”
“Bullshit! This brat needs to learn her manners– holy shit..”
“She knows,” Baekjin kisses along your spine, arriving at your shoulder as he murmurs against your ears. “What do we say, baby?”
Somehow wanting to hear and see what will be your response, Seongje pulls out and jerks himself.
“Nngh.. ‘m– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. I’m– oh my god– I won’t do it again.”
“Unfuckingbelievable.”
He urge you to take his cock back in and resumes his face fucking.
You’re so adorable with tears running down on your cheeks while your hands is attempting to slow Baekjin down. He supposes it’s only appropriate that they're providing you this much. After all, they need to satisfy your months and months of sexual frustration.
Then an idea pops in his head. His smirk blooms. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll let me fuck you.”
Baekjin perks up, squinting his eyes at the other in warning. “Wait for your fucking turn, Geum Seongje.”
“Who says anything about taking turns?”
Sinking his words in, Baekjin’s thrusts falter slightly.
You, however, being too cock-drunk and unable to talk, fails to register what the two men are discussing about. Imagine the surprise and confusion in your face when all the stimulations comes to a sudden stop.
“W-what? Did I do something wrong.. ?”
Baekjin notes you look like a deer caught in headlights. He tucks your hair behind your ears and pecks your cheek.
“What do you say about taking both of us?”
“Both of you– how?”
“At the same time. We’ll take it slow.”
“What if..” You trail, fiddling at the sheets. “What if I don’t like it?”
Seongje grins. “You will.”
In a matter of seconds, Baekjin and Seongje switches places. You’re now pinning the former against the bed with your whole weight, while the latter strokes himself behind you.
Smoothly, Baekjin’s cock slides again, emitting a whiny moan from you. He moves you on top of him, clasping his hands to your waist as he eases his size. Your body shudders when you feel something cold touches your asshole, followed by someone thumbing it.
And then it clicks.
You clutch at Baekjin’s arm tightly as one digit begins to push it’s way inside your ass. It massages your hole, making sure you’re relaxing and opening up before pushing another one, then another more.
Three fingers produces squelching noises as they curl upwards and scissors. It echoes lewdly that you make out with Baekjin so you’d think your tongues are the source of it instead.
Slowing down his pace, Baekjin kisses you back feverishly— you should’ve known it was to distract you from Seongjae’s length.
“Fuck–!”
Your body immediately tenses and both men stops their motions, observing you. He’s barely even past the tip.
“Hurts?”
“A bit, yeah..” Your fist clenches and unclenches beside Baekjin’s head.
“Do you want to stop?”
You shake your head, shallowly breathing in and out. Seongje reaches out for the lube again and squirts some more on where you’re connected. Then, he slowly resumes pushing in the rest of his cock.
"Wait, oh god..."
Eyes shutting tight, your nails dig in the skin of his wrist but Seongje refuses to let go of your hips. Baekjin scratches your head gently, anything to cut your attention in half, away from the burn.
Soon, the pain gradually becomes pleasure. You angle your head and meets Baekjin’s mouth, letting him swallow your moans. “Uh uh uh– yes! Yes, fuck. So good–”
Seongje throws his head back, though quickly staring back at your hole again because it’s just a mesmerizing sight. How your tight ass grips onto his cock hungrily. Fuck, he might come at the thought of being the first one to stick his cock in it.
He slaps your cheek, watching as it reddens. Baekjin’s pace fastens as he takes in the way your face contorts, unable to mask the overwhelming pleasure.
“You think those men can make you feel this good, baby?” He tsks. “You could’ve gone to us, to me, and save your self the hassle. Those men don’t deserve you. You’re mine.”
"She's ours, Baekjin. Learn how to fucking share."
Whimpering, a drool slips past your lips in which Baekjin wipes off and licks. Even with his thumb muffling your noises, it still rings across the whole bedroom due to how hard Seongje is fucking in to you.
A violent jab at your sweet spot snatches the breath away from your lungs as your eyes rolls to the back your head.
“So fucking pretty,” Baekjin rumbles.
A hand yanks your hair and you’re forced to meet Seongje’s eyes in a dizzy haze. “What do we say?”
It costs you almost a minute before conjuring an answer. Fortunately, they pay it no mind because of how sweet your words sound.
“Thank you– oh oh hnngh.. thankyouthankyouthankyou. Feels so good!”
Seongje laughs, pulling you close to his chest and spits in your mouth. Gulping it down, you stuck your tongue out to show him, earning approval as he licks your cheek and pushes you down on Baekjin again.
“Good girl.”
A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to put your mind in a pleasurable haze. “You like that? You like it when he calls you a good girl? Are you gonna be good for us after this?”
“Y– yheees. ‘m good, I’ll be good– please.”
As Baekjin continuously targets your g-spot, your scream pierces through their ears as you starts to thrash between them. With a few more thrusts, you’re clenching down on their cocks uncontrollably.
The two men shares a grunt at your tightness as they eagerly follows their own climax, each losing their own rhythm resulting in a messy and uncoordinated movements.
Before long, Seongje pulls out and strokes his cock over your ass, letting out a loud moan as he paints your back with his sticky cum. While Baekjin takes the reigns on your hips, fucking upwards, uncaring about the obscene skin slapping that probably reaches your next neighbor.
“Inside?”
Not affording to speak anymore, you opt in kissing him deeply in hopes to convey your answer. Baekjin grunts in return and buries his cock deep inside you, his cum shooting to your walls until some spills out of your hole. He fucks a couple more times and finally calms down when the cum starts foaming up around his cock.
When he finally withdraws as well, all three of you are breathing heavily. You slump on Baekjin, no longer has energy to do anything else. Seongje leaves the room and comes back with a clean towel to wipe you down, throwing said towel somewhere in the room after doing so.
Gently, Baekjin ushers you to the side. Seongje, soon, lays down on your other side.
“Don’t ever contact those men again, or I’ll have the Union deal with them. Alright?”
Giggling, you nod your head before placing a sweet kiss on his lips, giving the same to Seongjae.
“Okay,” You tug them closer. “Can you buy me strawberries though? I’m kinda craving them. And chocolates!”
“We’ll buy you some later, after you eat your lunch.”
“But I want to have it now. Wait– how’d you know I haven’t eaten?”
And as if you didn’t act like they didn’t exist from the past whole week, you’re back to being their spoiled bratty princess again.
