Synopsis: Your mother makes you attend a trip with your family's friends after your break up with your boyfriend. You don't want to talk or see anyone. Except, maybe, Jake... your childhood best friend
Pairing: bff!jake x reader
Genre: smut, kinda fluff (idk???
wc: 3k
warnings: oral (fem rec), sex with no protection (don't do thiiiiss), nipple sucking, friends to ??? dynamics, family gathering ambient, jake is soooo down for her
N/A: honestly there's not much to warn in this one, i feel like it's vanilla but in a good way!!! Please bare with me âsmut under the cut
You had just broken up a long term relationship and you're feeling like shit. It has been weeks since that happened but still you were so lost, it feels like yesterday... still your parents insisted on this stupid trip anyway.
"Jake and Julia will be there!" Your mom tells you with a big smile like it was supposed to make you excited too. But you have known Jake and Julia for your whole life now, you're not exactly jumping with the idea of seeing them again.
"Mom, I'm not feeling like family trip right now... please! They'll ask questions and I don't wanna talk about it"
"Then don't talk about it!" She says as if it was that simple. You sigh "You're going. I'm not traveling and leaving my daughter alone here to rot and starve herself for a whole week"
"Fine! Fuck" you say as you walk to room so you pack up your things.
You left before dawn and arrived at the lake house on the evening. Your family's friends were already there, since they also had the keys to the house. Your moms were childhood friends so the families were this close since before you, julia or jake were even born. You loved them, truly, you could not picture your life without them, but right now you are not in the mood to family gathering, dinner at the table and small talk.
"You look disgusting" was the first thing jake said when you arrived. Sure you look bad after weeks suffering with this fucking break up thing you had going on...
"And you smell bad" you say back going straight inside with your backpack on your back.
"Is everything ok?" He asks, getting the heavy backpack off your shoulder to get it upstairs. You bet an eye on him again before seeing Julia getting downstairs. You two hug and she starts talking so you feel glad you don't need to answer Jake's question.
Dinner is torturing, your dad let it slip that you and your boyfriend broke up and you can see pity in everyone's face. They try to ignore the matter after noticing you are almost crying at the table but still... the way they kept eyeing you made it worse. So you just left dinner early and went to your room to crawl on your bed.
Some time later the door opens and you see Julia and her brother entering with bottles of wine in their hands and you can't help but smile. It was a you guys thing to drink hidden in your rooms late at night.
They crawl up the bed with stupid grins that makes you laugh and jake opens up the first bottle.
"When were you going to tell us about the breakup?" Jake starts and julia slaps her brother's arm
"I was preparing myself... sure wouldn't be at the dinner table" you sigh before leading the bottle of wine to your lips. "Just forget you know about it, ok? I don't wanna talk about this tonight"
"And what about tomorrow?" This time Julia raises an eyebrow to you and Jake is the one scolding his sister.
"I don't know. We'll see... but tonight let's just drink, I wanna forget this stupid breakup, I wanna forget him" you say and instantly feel a release for saying these words out loud.
And as the good friends they are, they answer your call. So the three of you spend half the night drinking until two bottles of wine are empty and dry rolling on the floor and you are laid-back with your head hanging out of the bed with Julia. Jake is sitting on the floor near you. You're laughing so hard you feel your ears burn as he starts imitating the way his sister's hands were trembling to talk to some friend of his the other day.
"So this is your thing now? Getting boys to your little sister?" You raise a brow and he gets defensive.
"She's not little, we're exactly the same age!" He explains himself. "And I only did that once because he was a nice guy"
"Can you get me one of these?" You ask, pouting at him but jake suddenly goes awkward.
"I think you're busy right now" he says with a dying smile that gives you shivers. But you ignore that weird feeling and his weird stare
"You're stupid" Julia rolls her eyes before getting up the bed. "To your information I had a fever that day."
"Ok grandma, I'm sure you did" her brother says sarcastic. The thing with Julia is that she's never kissed a guy before and everytime jake jokes about her shyness, she gets angry.
"Fuck it... I'm going to bed" julia stands up leaving the room.
"Damn, she's mad" you murmur to yourself as you watch your friend almost slamming the door. "You shouldn't have messed with her tonight, i need her around" you whine, pushing jake by the shoulder.
"Hey, I'm still here" he protests.
"And what about it? Me and julia would spoon all night"
Jake sighs before standing up and climbing the bed. You watch in silence as he gets himself under your covers.
"Just until you fall asleep" jake justifies when you open your mouth to protest.
No matter how close you are, this is not common. You would share beds as kids or before puberty, but since Jake's voice started changing and your breasts started growing you were both too aware of the fact that you were not actually siblings. Sure you never felt or thought anything about him, you actually got sick of the idea when both your parents would make jokes about you two getting married someday. But you guess cuddling a little won't hurt anyone, specially tonight when you're feeling so lonely.
You accept his cuddle and get yourself under the covers too, feeling his arms embrace your body. It feels cozy and warm and jake is smelling like alcohol.
"You smell like my grandpa right now, pure alcohol" you whisper and he chuckles, his hot breath hitting your neck and giving you shivers
"And you smell nice" he whispers too and you suddenly get the urge to hide your expressions from him so you just force yourself to not smile. "Bryce is fucking stupid for breaking up with you" oh, there it is... you almost sigh but you hold it in, too nervous by the closeness to his body to actually move an inch.
"How'd you know he did it?" Your voice is so low that he almost can't hear you but he does anyway.
"You wouldn't be drinking and crying if you were the one to do it" jake guesses
"Let's not talk about this. I wanna forget him" you say after some awkward seconds in silence.
"Okay" he nods behind you. "Can you turn to face me?" He asks and you feel your body stiffing. You don't know if you can actually face him this close so you hesitate in your place. But then you feel his hand moving from your stomach to your waist and all of a sudden the air smells different. "Y/n" he calls you
You flip your body in one quick move and then you're face to face. You can see him even in the dark, knowing his face so well you don't need much time to recognize his expression.
"Jaeyun" you let slip your voice as he touches your waist again.
"Is it ok?" He asks massaging your skin under your shirt, squeezing it softly with his slender fingers. You nod quietly, feeling shy. "Relax, it's ok" he whispers encouraging you to close your eyes and you do it.
You close your eyes, feeling your muscles ease under his touch. You allow yourself to get comfortable in this situation, even thou there's a sound far away inside your brain yelling to you that this is not ok. Jake is not allowed. This is not an innocent act. But you choose to ignore it, you lie to yourself that this is in fact an innocent act. Until you feel his lips against your own. Until his tongue is parting its way inside your mouth. Until you're guiding your hand to hold his neck. Then you start lying to yourself that jake is allowed and that this is in fact ok.
He traces his way until he's above your body, pressing you down on the mattress with his weight, but you don't even care. He's stupidly hot right now and his mouth is doing wonders to you. Your face is heated, your body is on fire and his tongue is the only thing that can put out that fire.
You find yourself giving up of that thought at the back of your head telling to end whatever this is. Oh no, you're not doing that. You let him pull your shirt up and taste your skin, you let him suck your nipples and let him touch between your legs. In fact, you take his clothes off with your own hands when you find him taking little too long to get there. Jake himself is in awe watching the way you move so swiftly as you undress both of you.
"You're so hot" he says in a way he sounds like not even him was expecting to confess this. You look at your friend, suddenly too aware that this is the guy you've known for your whole life and had a room at your family's house. He looks at you the same way, but not feeling afraid of this fact.
His hands are now on your face and jake gets close again, his lips touching yours softly and making you forget that you are literally at your panties in bed with him. You touch his slin body, feeling with your hands the flesh you've seen only by far but feel like you know every inch of it. You've seen him shirtless around the house, by the pool, at the beach a million times, however you've never thought that he would feel so good on you.
Jake lays on top of you, wearing nothing but his boxers and everytime he presses his hips on yours, you wish this little piece of fabric would vanish.
"Jaeyun" you call him, starting to get uncomfortable with your sticky panties.
"If you keep calling me like that i will think of you like this everytime you say my name" he says as he slips his boxers away and you try to act cool about it. You wanna look at his size, you wanna see how your childhood friend actually is before he is stuffing his cock inside you for real. "What?" He notices your looks.
"This is crazy" you mumble looking at him on his knees between your open legs, hard cock and heavy balls. Not gonna lie, you're blushing.
"Still want me to do it?" He asks, running his hands smoothly on your legs. Although he is asking a question you don't feel like he is not certain of what he wants. "Please, let me do it" oh my god, you're so fucked up. Jake waits for you to say something but you actually just pull your panties down and off, opening your legs for him again.
With no words needed he gets down, face disappearing between your tights. You were not expecting this, so you are chocked when his puffy lips touches your wet cunt for the first time.
"This is crazy" you repeat yourself but this time it sounds more like a moan.
He takes this as a compliment and starts working his tongue on you, nose pressing on your clit time and time again making you almost squirm. He's moving like a feral, mouth eating your entire pussy like it was nothing, it actually makes you drip even more. But this is not what you need right now, you want him to end this madness already. All this making you so horny and it starts to feel like guilty because this should not be happening. So the sooner he fucks you, the sooner it ends.
"Please, come up" you say, poking him with a finger. Jake stands on his knees again, a little confused on why'd you stop if he knows you were feeling good. "I just want you to fuck me and end with this, ok?"
"Oh... fine" he whispers back.
You choose to do it in the same position you were cuddling earlier, his chest against you back. Jake slips his cock into you with ease and holds your upper leg open in the air so the angle is better. When he starts picking his pace you close your eyes tight. It all feels so good it's frustrating... when the bed makes a sound you look at him on alert but his stupid ass only let out a smirk and continues to fuck you.
"This is too loud" you whisper over your shoulder.
"Shut up, no one hears a thing around this house" jake sounds carefree
"How'd you know that?" you ask still scared someone will notice the noise but he doesn't give a fuck...
"My own experience" he says and holds your left boob to play with your nipple with his fingers. It makes you moan instinctively and he smiles with that.
"You're ridiculous" you sigh.
You wake up next day with your mouth dry and head feeling heavy. You did not drink enough for a hangover but still... you guess that wine is just not for you. Then you notice you're fully naked and your underwear is on the ground together with the rest of your clothes. That's when you recall. Jake was here, he has been on this bed and now is somewhere in the house acting innocent around your families. As if he hasn't spend half the night making you moan and squirm over his veiny cock. Oh your head hurts just by the thought...
You get up the bed to get ready for breakfast although probably everybody else have already eaten. So you take a quick shower and get dressed before swallowing your shame and walking downstairs. It's 10pm, your moms are watching tv in the living room with julia and dads are on the kitchen preparing some fishing equipment with jake.
"Good morning, sweetheart" your dad greets you and you smile at him before looking at jake at the counter. He eyes you back as if he's about to say out loud for everyone to hear that he fucked you last night.
"What" he mimics with his mouth over to you and you roll back your eyes. Jake chuckles then goes back to ignoring you.
You go to the fridge and prepare yourself something for breakfast then walk back to the living room to stay with the girls. Julia was making bracelets so you join her after eating your bowl of cereal.
"Who's fishing today?" Julia's dad enters the living room. He was talking to you girls as you always join them when they go fishing on boat, but today you're not really interested in sitting on a limited space with jake.
"I am" julia says standing up quickly. She looks at you, waiting for your excited words too. And when your moms both look at you too you feel pressured.
"I am" you say as you stand up.
Five of you walk out the house, jake approaches you and leaves a bucket on your hand.
"You're doing nothing" he says annoyingly before leaving to walk ahead of you. You wanna start throwing fist right there but you suddenly remember the sound of his whimper and you freeze on place.
This was driving you crazy. Everytime someone looked at you was like they knew what you did and everytime jake would say something was like he was bragging about it. But in fact... no one knows, only you two. And maybe this was even worse considering that jake was the type to act dramatically mysterious when he had a secret. You were doomed.
The group finally gather inside the boat and your dad starts the engines to get it to the middle of the lake. Julia and jake both sit beside you and it makes you nervous again. You look at the view on his side, just as excuse to see him at your panoramic view and he looks as normal as ever. Not carefree, nor mysterious, nor like he's plotting something, not even stressed like you.
"What you looking at?" he asks cockingly but with a smirk after he notice his sister walking away from you. And when you take a bit to respond he leans more to you and whisper in your ear "bet you're thinking about me naked" oh great now your face is red. He is laughing when you face him again and it makes it all even worse. Not that you were thinking of him naked, but was it necessary to out you like that?
"Can you not say stuff like that around everyone?" You whisper back with a serious face and jake starts acting innocent again which is common but still annoying. "I'm being serious, this shouldn't have happened" and that's when his face changes.
"So you regret last night?" He asks with his voice low.
"What the fuck do you think?" You're whispering to him but avoiding eye contact at this point "stop trying to tease me, it won't work" you tell him and leave to sit next to julia on the bow.
For the next two hours you avoid talking or even looking at him. Which is difficult, almost impossible, but you try anyway. And when your dad finally calls it a day to get back to the house, you're feeling drained. You knew it was going to be exhausting to be around people after the breakup but you never thought jake would be the reason.
This stupid guy who you've seen eating nose snot is now looking at you like he would open your bra with the power of his mind only if he could and for the first time in your life this is a real problem. Getting railed is a problem.
If you asked your friends how many times you and Sunghoon broke up, they wouldnât be able to give you an exact answer. At best, theyâd exchange a look, hesitate for a second, and then settle on something vague like âtoo many.âÂ
A few days of silence would pass, sometimes a week if both of you were stubborn enough. Then, without fail, he would reach out. A message late at night, pleading for you back with a string of apologies. And no matter how determined you had been, no matter how much you told yourself and your friends that you were done, you would always find yourself replying.Â
Sunoo had seen every version of it. He had become so used to the routine that your dramatic entrances into his room no longer surprised him. Exasperated, youâd flop down onto Sunooâs beanbag, mumbling the same words every time,
âSunghoon and I broke up.âÂ
He would barely react anymore, mustering up a pitiful smile at most. Sometimes he wouldnât even look up immediately; heâd just sigh quietly and reach for his phone.
âDo you want me to be honest?â heâd ask, already knowing your answer.
âNo,â youâd mumble.
âOkay,â heâd reply flatly. âHeâs the worst, and you really do deserve better. This is definitely the last time.â
And then, after a pause, âShould I order food?â
You always said yes.
And that was it. That was the cycle. You would cry, you would complain, and then you would wait. Because somewhere deep down, you always knew how it would end. Sunghoon would come back, and you would let him back in with open arms.
So when itâs been forty days since the last breakup, Sunoo doesnât take it that seriously. It plays out like it always has, a dramatic faceplant into his bed, your sobs coming out in choked gasps, the way your whole body shakes like this is the worst itâs ever been, even though, historically, it never really is. His hand moves absentmindedly against your back, comforting you yet again.
âSunghoon and I broke up,â you mumble into the mattress.
âMm,â Sunoo replies, not even looking up. His thumb is already halfway through unlocking his phone. âDo you want me to be honest orââ
âNo.â
âOkay. Heâs a fucking douchebag. You could so get with somebody better.â
The room stays silent for a second.Â
âShould I order food?â
You sniff. âYeah.â
He nods absentmindedly. âForty days, though. That's probably the longest so far.â
âYouâre acting like youâve been waiting for this,â you groan, rolling slightly over so you can breathe properly.
âI mean,â he shrugs, âI donât even have to wait that long.â
You kick him lightly. He ignores it.
âIâm done this time,â you say, sitting up a bit now, your hair a tangled mess from lying there too long and your wet, matted eyelashes sticking together in uneven spikes.
Sunoo deliberately pauses. âYou said that last time.â
âThis time I actually mean it.â
âYou also meant it last last time, and the time before that, and even before thatââ
âI get it!â you cut in quickly, voice rising just a bit, âbut itâs different this time. Iâm actually moving on. Iâm talking to someone new. Iâm not going to do this again.â
Sunoo finally looks at you properly. âReally?âŠSomeone new?â
âYes.â You say matter-of-factly.Â
He nods slowly, not convinced. âOkay.â
âIâm serious.â
PARTY 1:
They werenât lying when they said that saying something is easier than actually doing it. You thought itâd be simple, and youâd even made yourself a mental checklist
Find someone new to talk to
Move on
BONUS: Maybe even do what Sunoo casually called âget some new dick up in your system.â
In reality, it was proving to be⊠not that.
You werenât even sure what kind of party this was supposed to be. The house was too loud in a sticky, suffocating way. Your dress kept rising no matter how many times you fixed it, and your heels, clearly not broken in, made every step feel like hell on earth.Â
Somewhere in the corner, there was a livestream happening. Some random frat guy being followed around by a whole crew, while a few people hovered around him like this was a completely normal thing to witness at a party.
Sunoo had called him Clavicular, like that was a real name that someone would actually have. You were starting to think Sunoo just made words up when he got bored.
Your phone sat face down on your thigh. You hadnât checked it in twenty-three minutes, which honestly deserved some kind of award considering the circumstances.
âHey.â
Your eyes shot up to find a guy standing in front of you. He was cute, definitely tall. But not taller than Sunghoon. A baseball cap pulled low over his eyes and the kind of easy smile that usually worked its charm on people immediately.
âYouâre Sunooâs friend, right?â He asked, a grin stretching across his face.
âMhm.â You hummed.
âIâm Minjae.â
You introduced yourself politely, shifting slightly on the couch to make room when he sat beside you. He leaned close enough for you to smell the alcohol and expensive cologne radiating from him. Normally, this kind of thing wouldâve distracted you.Â
âSo,â Minjae asked casually, âare you here with someone?â
âNo.â
The answer came too quickly.
Minjae kept talking, and you really did try listening! You nodded at the right moments. Smiled when you were supposed to. But your attention drifted embarrassingly fast.
You wondered if Sunghoon had eaten dinner yet.
You wondered if he was still sleeping on the left side of the bed, even though there was no one occupying the right anymore.
You wondered if he still reached across the mattress half-asleep before remembering you werenât there.
The thought made something ache painfully inside your chest.
God.
This was pathetic. You were so pathetic.
âYou okay?â Minjae asked suddenly.
You blinked hard, fake eyelashes fluttering. âHuh?â
âYou looked kinda sad just then.â
âOh.â You forced out a laugh. âThatâs just my face.â
Thankfully, he laughed too, accepting your answer easily.
Around you, the party only got louder. The music rattled through the walls hard enough to vibrate beneath your heels while people squeezed past each other carrying drinks that sloshed onto the floor. Somewhere near the staircase, somebody screamed over a game, followed by an automated âyou just died.â The entire house smelled like sweat, cheap liquor, and somebodyâs overly sweet vanilla perfume.
And somehow, all you could think about was how different this felt from being with Sunghoon.
You missed the stupid things the most. The tiny things you never noticed while they were happening, only in the wake of their aftermath. The way heâd tug you into his lap absentmindedly while scrolling through his phone. The way his hand would always find your waist automatically in crowded places, like his body just expected yours to be there.
You hated how vividly you remembered it all.
âYou want another drink?â Minjae asked.
âOhâ sure.â
âIâll be back.â
The second he disappeared into the crowd, you hurriedly grabbed your phone.
No notifications.
A heavy ache unfurled through your chest so suddenly it almost made you angry with yourself.
Forty days.
Forty fucking days.
Usually, Sunghoon wouldâve cracked by now. Usually, there wouldâve been late-night paragraphs, a few missed calls at two in the morning, a series of voice messages full of exhausted apologies and âbaby, please just talk to me.â
But thereâd been nothing.
Your thumb hovered over his contact before you could stop yourself.
hoonie
He was still pinned. Still stupidly pinned.
You stared at the chat, eyes boring into the screen. The last message was from him.
iâll leave you alone if thatâs what you really want.
You remembered sitting on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, reading it over and over again five weeks ago, tears running down your face while you waited for another message to appear underneath it.
It never did.
Your throat tightened at the recollection of the memory.
âYouâre kidding me.â
Sunoo dropped onto the couch beside you, holding a half-open bag of chips, before narrowing his eyes immediately. âWhy do you look like someone just died?â
You locked your phone instantly. âNobody died.â
âYou were staring at your screen like you got a funeral notice.â
âShut up.â
His eyes widened dramatically. âOh, my god. You miss him.â
âI do not.â
âYou absolutely do.â
You opened your mouth to argue before stopping.
Sunoo stared at you for a second longer before his face softened.
ââŠOh,â he said, quieter this time. âWait. You actually miss him.â
Your silence answered for you.
And somehow that expression on Sunooâs face got worse. âYou know,â he said carefully, âyou guys break up so often that sometimes I forget youâre actually in love.â
That was the problem, wasnât it? It wouldâve been easier if you didnât love him anymore. If the relationship had ended nicely because one of you just stopped caring. But every breakup with Sunghoon felt less like falling out of love and more like drowning in it.
âYou should text him,â Sunoo said quietly.
You laughed immediately. âAbsolutely not.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm trying to move on.â
âAre you?â
You looked away.
Across the room, a couple leaned into each other lazily. Somebody else kissed near the staircase like they were alone.
And suddenly the entire party felt unbearable.
You missed him. You really fucking missed him, in the most humiliating way possible. You missed calling him when something funny happened. You missed hearing the jingle of his keys outside your apartment before he walked in without knocking. You even missed your screaming fights with him.
Sunoo watched your expression carefully.
Then his phone buzzed. He checked it once and physically froze.
âOh,â he muttered to himself.
Your stomach dropped instantly. âWhat?â
ââŠNothing.â
âKim Sunoo.â
He slowly turned the screen toward you.
sunghoon: is she there
Your heart actually stuttered.
Below it, another message appeared.
sunghoon: donât tell her i asked
sunghoon: just tell me if sheâs okay
The room suddenly feels too warm, wrapping around your neck and suffocating you.Â
You hate how quickly your body remembers him before your brain can catch up. The tightness in your chest. The way your stomach flips over itself. The instinctive urge to answer him immediately, even after all the nights you spent crying because of him.
Sunoo watches your expression carefully from beside you, his lips parting like he wants to say something before deciding against it. Instead, he pulls the phone back toward himself slowly, thumb hovering over the keyboard.
âDonât reply yet,â you say quickly.
âI literally wasnât doing anything.â
âYou were thinking about it.â
âI am thinking about it,â he admits shamelessly. âBecause this is the longest you two have gone without speaking since, like, the invention of electricity.â
You glare weakly at him, but thereâs no real energy behind it.Â
just tell me if sheâs okay
The worst part is that you can hear his voice saying it.
Because despite everything, despite all the arguments and slammed doors and tearful âmaybe we just shouldnât do this anymoreâ conversations at two in the morning, you know he loved you. Maybe badly sometimes. Maybe in ways that damaged both of you more than either of you wanted to admit.
But he loved you.
âYou should answer him,â Sunoo says again, softer this time.
âI canât.â
âWhy not?â
Because if you answer him, everything starts again.
Thatâs the problem.
One message turns into a conversation. The conversation turns into him calling you late at night because he âjust wanted to hear your voice for a second.â Then suddenly, heâs outside your apartment holding your favourite drink and a bouquet of your favourite flowers, like muscle memory alone just carried him there on its own.
And the worst part?
You always let him in.
Every single time.
It wasnât because you were weak, and definitely not because you enjoyed heartbreak. It was because loving Sunghoon had never left room for pride. It seemed like the one thing you truly knew how to do.
You look down at your hands. Your nails are chipped. One of your rings sits crooked on your finger because youâve been twisting it unconsciously all night.
âYou know whatâs embarrassing?â you murmur.
Sunoo hums beside you, urging you to continue.
âI genuinely thought Iâd be okay without him this time.â
The words come out smaller than intended.
For a second, Sunoo doesnât joke around. He doesnât tease you. He doesnât laugh and pat you on the back. He just leans back into the couch cushions with an exasperated sigh.
âI think,â he says carefully, âyou guys keep trying to act like the problem is that you love each other too much.â
You frown slightly.
âI think you both just donât know how to stop hurting each other. Itâs too toxic, y/nâ
Your chest tightens.
Because maybe heâs right.
You and Sunghoon had always loved each other desperately. Every emotion between you became enormous. Fights escalated too quickly. Small misunderstandings turned into unbearable conversations that lasted until the sun rose. Neither of you knew when to stop talking once you were upset. Neither of you knew how to let things go.
But somehow, even your worst moments with him still felt more real than anyone else.
That was the sick part. No matter how exhausting it became, nobody ever compared to him.
Not the random people Sunoo tried setting you up with. Not the awkward conversations at parties. Not the pretty strangers smiling at you across the crowded rooms.
Nobody looked at you the way Sunghoon did, like he was terrified of losing you even while he was actively ruining things.
Across the room, Minjae finally reappears holding two drinks. The second he notices your expression, his smile falters slightly.
âYou okay?â
You blink like youâd forgotten he existed. You probably had forgotten.
âOh. Yeah.â
It sounds fake even to you.
He hands you the drink anyway, before sitting beside the armrest this time instead of directly next to you. He probably sensed he had walked into something.
Sunoo suddenly stands up.
âIâm going to the bathroom,â he announces suspiciously.
You narrow your eyes immediately. âDonât text him.â
âIâm literally peeing.â
âYouâre evil.â
He flashes you his white pearls, and then he disappears into the crowd before you can stop him.
You sink further into the couch with a groan, covering your face with your hands as if it could shield you from everything.
The music changes again, the bass vibrating through the floorboards hard enough to rattle the cups on the table. Someone nearby starts singing horribly off-key. And suddenly, all you want is to go home.
Not because the party is bad. Because Sunghoon wouldâve noticed ten minutes ago that you were uncomfortable. He always noticed.
He wouldâve tugged you somewhere quieter without making a big deal out of it, fingers brushing against your wrist gently as he pulled you through the crowd. Then heâd look down at you with that stupidly sincere expression he only ever wore around you and ask, âYou wanna leave?
Like leaving together was the most obvious thing in the world.
Your chest aches so suddenly that you almost feel angry about it.
Forty days.
And somehow you still miss him in every room you enter.
PARTY 2:
You convinced yourself that the first party after the breakup was a trial run. You would surely move on and find a rebound this time! You were sure of it!
Because thatâs what you were supposed to do, right? Keep going out, keep meeting people, keep proving to yourself that Sunghoon wasnât supposed to be the centre of everything anymore.
âYou cannot spend another weekend rotting in bed watching relationship tarot readings,â Sunoo had said, practically doing your own makeup for you for the party.Â
âThey were accurate.â
âYou believe some woman called MoonPrincess444?â
âShe understands me!â
Sunoo ignored you completely, already sifting through your closet. âWear the black dress.â
âThe short one?â
âThe hot one.â
Exactly an hour later, youâre standing in another overcrowded house filled with strangers and flashing lights.
At first, it feels exactly like last time. The same sticky heat in the air. The same bass vibrating through your ribs like itâs trying to rearrange something inside your chest.Â
You stayed near Sunoo at first, letting him lead you through the crowd like he always did, but even that didnât last long. He kept getting pulled away by people he knew, conversations swallowing him whole until you were left standing slightly off to the side, holding a drink you didnât remember agreeing to take.
You tried at first. You really did. You talked when people talked to you. You smiled when it felt appropriate. You even laughed once or twice just to prove to yourself that you still knew how to. But it never quite really stuck.
Your attention kept slipping in ways you couldnât control. Every interaction felt slightly out of focus, like your mind was watching it from somewhere behind your body instead of inside it.
This guy laughs too loudly. Sunghoon used to laugh as it caught him off guard.
This one looks at his phone while youâre speaking. Sunghoon used to look at you like everything else in the room didnât exist.
At some point, Sunoo vanished again into the crowd, leaving you alone near the edge of the kitchen area. You stayed there for a while, not really moving. The drink in your hand had gone warm. You werenât even sure when you stopped noticing the music properly.
You were staring down into the swirls of your drink when it happened.
Your body reacted before your thoughts could catch up. A tightening in your chest, a shift in your breathing. Slowly, you turned your head.
And everything stopped.
Sunghoon was standing at the entrance.
He was wearing your his favourite hoodie, his hair falling in front of his cheekbones, his hands tucked strictly into his pockets as if he was holding himself together. There was something about the way he stood there that felt different from every other person in the room, not because he was doing anything noticeable, but because the space around him seemed to respond to him, as if the atmosphere itself had adjusted.
He had not seen you yet.
But you had already seen him.
And that alone was enough to make your chest tighten in a way that felt almost painful.
Then his eyes glanced up.Â
And he saw you. Your eyes diverted immediately
The recognition was immediate and absolute, like there had never been any real distance between you at all, like the forty days had not stretched or faded anything, but had simply been waiting for this exact second to collapse back into itself.
Your fingers tightened around your cup without you meaning to, the pressure building into the bones of your hand as your body reacted faster than your mind could intervene.
Around you, the party continued as if nothing had changed. People kept talking, laughing, and moving through the space without even noticing what had happened to you.Â
Because Sunghoon was still looking at you.
And in his expression, something changed in real time.
His gaze flickered briefly, and then, just for a moment, past you.
And that was when you realised.
Someone had been talking to you earlier. Standing too close that you could still feel the warmth radiating off his body. Close enough that it looked harmless to anyone else but Sunghoon.
Sunghoonâs jaw tightened further as his attention returned fully to you. There was a heaviness in the way he looked now, as if seeing you here, like this, in a room that was not his, next to people who were not him, was something he had not prepared himself for, even if he had known he might eventually have to.
And that was the part that made something in him snap.
Because Sunghoon did not come here tonight expecting peace. He did not come here expecting healing or acceptance or any of the things people pretended happened after breakups when they were trying to sound mature about it. He came because forty days of silence had slowly stopped feeling like space and started feeling like divine punishment from God, and because the last words of âIâll leave you alone if thatâs what you wantâ had begun to rot in his chest the longer you did not come back.
He had told himself he would be normal about it. That he would walk in, act like he did not care, maybe have a drink, maybe talk to a few people, maybe convince himself that seeing you again would finally mean nothing. At least, that's what Jake said would happen.
It did the fucking opposite.
Because the moment his eyes found you across the room, everything in him reacted like it had been waiting for that exact sight. The way you stood there, holding your drink as if you belonged somewhere else entirely, your expression soft in a way he used to be the only one who got to see up close, made something in his chest tighten so much it almost hurt.
His jaw tightened before he could even think about it. His grip on his phone shifted in his pocket, fingers curling hard enough that he almost forgot he was holding anything at all. He watched the angle of your body without meaning to, the way you were facing slightly away from the guy but not moving away either, and his mind filled in the gaps faster than he could stop it.
You looked fine.
That was the worst part.
You looked like you were completely okay here.
Like you had adjusted just fine.
Like you were not waiting for anything anymore, that you werenât waiting for him anymore.Â
And that thought, more than anything else, made his chest tighten in an almost unbearable way.
He started walking before he fully decided to.
The music got louder as he moved deeper into the room, but it felt miles away to him now. People brushed past him, scoffing at his abrupt movements. Jay called his name, some girl laughed too loudly near his shoulder, but none of it mattered to him. His focus wasnât on them; it stayed on you.
On the way, you had looked away like youâd been caught.
On the way, you still had not moved.
On the way, someone else still stood too close to you.
By the time he was only a few steps away, he could finally see your face properly again. He saw the way your expression had changed slightly, as you had finally noticed something was different in the room, even before you turned fully. He saw the small hesitation in your posture, the way your attention was no longer fully anchored to the conversation beside you.
And then, slowly, you turned.
And everything stopped for him again, too.
Up close, it was worse.
Because now there was no distance. No crowd to hide behind. Just you, standing there, looking at him like you were not sure whether he belonged here or in your memory.
For a second, neither of you said anything.
Forty days sat between you, like some sort of physical barrier.Â
Then Sunghoon looked past you again, just briefly, just enough to confirm what he already did not like. The guy was still there, now watching the interaction with obvious confusion, like he could tell something was wrong, but didnât understand what.
Sunghoon felt his expression change before he could control it.
When he looked back at you, his voice came out lower than usual.
âYouâre serious?â
The words were simple, but the way he said them was not. There was something underneath them that sounded almost disbelieving.
You did not answer immediately, and that hesitation alone did something to him.
Because he knew you, he knew exactly what your silence usually meant.
The jealousy didnât feel rational anymore. It was not just some guy. It was about everything he was suddenly seeing all at once. You laughing with someone else. You standing comfortably without him. You existing in a space where he was not automatically the centre of your attention.
He took a breath, slower this time, forcing his expression to steady, but his eyes did not soften.
Instead, they stayed on you.
âI leave you alone for a month,â he said finally, quieter again, âand this is what it looks like?â
There was no accusation in it. And for the first time since he walked in, Sunghoon did not look like someone trying to act normal. He looked like someone who had just realised that maybe he was not the only one still stuck in the same place. And for a second, it felt like neither of you knew what to do with that.
Because that was the truth that neither of you had said out loud yet. Not in forty days, not during the breakup, not in any of the arguments that had ended with slammed doors and messages left on read until they stopped meaning anything.
Sunghoon had not moved on.
Not even slightly.
And seeing you here, like this, made that fact unbearable in a way he did not have the words for.
âYouâre not answering,â he pressed.
âI donât need to,â you replied, and your voice was steadier than you expected it to be.
That steadiness made something in him crack further.
Because it was wrong. Wrong in every single way, it disrupted the version of you he still held in his head. The version who always looked at him first in a room. The version of you who would beam at him, ushering him to your side. The version that never made him feel replaceable.
But you werenât doing that now.
You were just standing there, completely still, completely fine without him. And it made him feel ridiculous for assuming anything would be the same.
âYouâre really just going to stand here like I didnât just walk in and seeââ he stopped himself, as if he had reached a dead end and didnât know how to navigate a way out.Â
âYou donât get to act like that,â you sighed, everything that had been kept bottled up over the forty days pouring out, âYou donât get to break up with me, disappear for forty fucking days, and then walk in here like you still have the right toââ
You swallowed your words.
His eyes stayed locked on yours in that way that always used to make you feel like the rest of the world didnât exist. As if he only existed in your orbit.
âYou donât get to show up,â you continued, voice shaking now despite your best effort, âand act like Iâm doing something wrong just because Iâm here.â
The guy behind you shifted awkwardly, suddenly very aware of himself, of his proximity, of the fact that he had become a detail in something much larger and much more volatile than a casual conversation at a party. He muttered something under his breath and took a step back, disappearing into the crowd in a blink.
Sunghoon laughs, actually fucking laughs. âYou think I left?â he repeats, like the idea itself is insulting.
âYou literally said youâd leave me alone,â you remind him, voice rising now, your throat tightening. âYou said it. You wrote it. You made it sound so final, like I was supposed to just, what? Wait for you?â
âNo,â he says quietly. âI said Iâd leave you alone if thatâs what you wanted.â
âThatâs the same thing.â
âItâs not.â
It is. It is. It is.
You shake your head slightly, frustrated in a way that feels familiar and humiliating all at once.
AFTER PARTY
You really did try not to succumb to Sunghoonâs touch. You should have pushed him awayâshould have reminded him that whatever this was ended a month agoâbut the familiar heat of his palms through your dress made your breath catch. His fingers tightened slightly, testing your resolve, and you hated how easily your body still responded to him.
Without a word, he guided you away from the crowded living room, his grip firm enough that no one would question whether you were following willingly. The noise of the party dulled as you moved down the hall, replaced by the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. People blurred past, but you barely registered them. Not when Sunghoonâs thumb was tracing slow circles against the dip of your waist through the thin fabric of your dress.
"You're thinking too much," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he nudged open the bathroom door. The click of the lock was deafening.
Your body registers that you're being set down on the bathroom sink top before your mind does.Â
"You said you'd leave me alone," you repeated, voice breaking on the last word.
Sunghoon's fingers traced idle patterns along your hipbone beneath the hem of your dress. "I did." His thumb brushed the sensitive skin just above your thigh. "And then you showed up here looking like this."
Within seconds, heâs bunching your dress up around your hips. 40 days apart hadn't changed the way your bodies fit togetherâhis cock hard against your core, your nails already digging into his shoulders.
Your panties were gone before you could protest, tossed carelessly to the floor, and then his fingers were thereâstroking, teasingâjust long enough to make your hips jerk toward him.
"Still wet for me," he noted, voice thick with amusement as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. "Even after all this time."
You grip onto the bathroom counter as you feel him push inside of you, the stretch so deliciously intoxicating, your jaw slack. He groaned when you clenched around him, his forehead dropping to yours as he bottomed out. "Fuck, you feelâ"Â
"Don't," you cut him off, even as your legs hooked around his waist to pull him deeper. "This doesn't mean anything."
Sunghoon laughed darkly, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in hard enough to make you cry out. "Keep telling yourself that," he taunted, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he set a punishing rhythm. "Your body knows the truth."
His thumb found your clit, rubbing rough circles just the way you liked, and you hated how quickly you unraveled under his touch. The pleasure coiled tighter, your back arching off the sink as he fucked you through it, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer you didnât mean to say.
Sunghoonâs breath hitched when you came, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release. "Missed this," he gritted out, fingers digging into your thighs. "Missed you."
You didnât answer. Couldnât, when his cock was still buried inside you, when every nerve in your body was alight with the aftershocks.
âI donât miss you.â His large hand moves, slapping the meat of your ass as a response. The sting of his palm against your flesh makes you gasp, your back arching further as he picks up the pace. His hips snap into yours with ruthless precision, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside you until your thighs tremble. You bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you breakâbut your body betrays you. Your nails dig into the cold marble countertop, leaving faint crescent marks as pleasure coils tighter in your core.
Sunghoonâs breath is hot against your ear, dripping with lust. "Still lying to yourself, huh?" His fingers tighten around your hips, holding you in place as he drives into you harder, the slap of skin echoing off the tiled walls. "Your pussy's begging for me. Always has."
A moan claws its way out of your throat when his thumb circles your clit again, pressing just enough to make your vision blur. You hate how easily he unravels you, how your body remembers every filthy thing he can do to it.
"Say it," he growls, punctuating the demand with another sharp thrust. "Tell me you missed this."
You shake your head stubbornly, but your hips rock back against him anyway, taking him deeper. The bathroom mirror fogs with the heat between you, obscuring your reflectionâjust as well, because you can't bear to see how wrecked you look beneath him.
Sunghoon laughs darkly, dragging his teeth over your shoulder. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
His hand wraps around your throat, not enough to cut off your air but enough to make your pulse leap wildly beneath his fingers. The pressure sends a dizzying rush through you, your body tightening around his cock in helpless response. "Look at you," he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Always so fucking perfect when youâre mine."
The words shouldnât unravel youâbut they do. Your resolve crumbles with every punishing thrust, every filthy whisper against your skin. His free hand slides down your stomach, fingertips skimming lower until they find you throbbing and soaked, your clit swollen under his touch.
"Sunghoonâ"
His hips jerk forward, slamming into you so deep your back bows off the counter. "Say it."
You choke back a sob as pleasure fractures through you, your body clenching around him in helpless waves. He doesnât let up, fucking you through it until your legs go weak and your hands scramble for purchase against the slick sink.
The last thing you feel before everything goes white is his mouth on your neck, teeth sinking in as he groans your name.
id go back to my ex if it was sunghoon too.... this has been in the drafts for like a month and its only slightly proof read im too tried rn! YES the title is a weeknd reference i listened to only him while writing this
there was a point in time where you liked having the constant protection around you. you grew up dreaming of once upon a timeâs and read books about damsels in distress where the men always ended up saving the day by the last page.
it was totally fine back then, because you were 7 and thought you were a princess. at least before, you were able to pretend that the secret service agents on your tail were just your knights coming to shield you from all evil. which is still somewhat true to some degree.
but it really isnât fine anymore. now, youâre well past your adolescence â this is just getting out of hand. despite your persistent hounding, your past attempts at getting your father to lighten the surveillance on you have still failed miserably.
on the first day of second semester, you found yourself wanting to find a hole and hide. it honestly seemed like the entire campus was on hold and secure the second you stepped into any class or building.
the entire day was filled with icebreakers, sticky name tags, and a bunch of thickly stacked syllabi plopped on you all at once. your last class was a seminar â which was just great because you had your bolded name etched onto your chest, along with 15 pairs of eyes all on you.
by the end of that class, you found yourself bolting out the door and on foot towards ningningâs lecture hall. she had texted you earlier asking if you wanted to meet and head to the library together, but your class ended just a bit earlier than hers so you had to pick her up.
on your way there, you kicked plenty of rocks and mumbled profanities at your father under your breath. you were so engrossed in thought that it hadnât occurred to you that you and your bodyguards were blocking the entire pathway.Â
It wasnât until someone bumped into you, nearly toppling you over. It seemed like the guy was in a rush with the way he barely acknowledged your existence â muttering a quick apology and jogging away. It was such a brisk encounter that you couldnât even catch a glimpse of his face.
was that it? nothing else? no further interaction? No, âoh my god, youâre the vice presidentâs daughter!â really?
nice, you thought, this is the closest you ever got to being any other âregularâ person.
usually, youâd have students come up to you introducing themselves, trying to become your friend. But this guy was oddly⊠normal?
so you picked up your two feet and began walking, but with a smile this time â until you almost tripped, again. you expected to look down and see some boulder, but was instead met with a thick plain-looking leather wallet.Â
you only giggle and pick it up assuming it belonged to the guy who bumped into you. this guy must be having a horrible day; heâs running late and he just lost his wallet? you flip the wallet open to figure out what the guyâs name was.
as soon as you took a peek at his identification card, you recognized his picture immediately. this isnât just any stranger, this is the same stranger you met on the balcony at your welcome party. Your eyes immediately drop to his name, PARK, SUNGHOON.
âpark sunghoon, i remember you. how could i forget your face?â you tsk.
by the time you made it to ningningâs lecture hall, you found her standing by the doors, âhey, what took you so long?â
âsorry, this guy bumped into me on the way here, and he dropped his wallet but he sped away so.â
ningning teases you, pointing at your chest, ânice name tag, definitely needed in case no one knows who you are already.â
âstop,â you roll your eyes, âthat seminar was hell. i donât know how Iâm gonna get through this semester â and i also donât know how to find wallet guy myself.â
ningning just chuckles, âmaybe i know him, show me his ID.â
you oblige and pull out the wallet because she is right, ningning probably knows him. she knows everyone in california.
she raises an eyebrow, then peeks through the crack of the lecture hall doors, then quickly darts her eyes back to the ID.
ningning immediately bursts out in laughter, âno way, this is literally my econometrics teaching assistant.â
you crook your eyebrow, âhold on, i thought freshmen were only allowed to take introductory economics courses?â
ningning twirls her hair, âlisten, i may seem like a ditzy, stupid, and incompetent girl sometimes, but thatâs just what I want people to believe.â Â
she turns her head back to try to peek a look inside again, âthatâs my econometrics ta, he missed our very first lecture so our professorâs probably giving him an earful right now, donât know if you wanna wait through that, heâs got a 1.5 rating on RateMyProf.com â probably gonna take a while.â
âactually,â you drag out, âi just remembered that i have to go to office hours.â you give ningning the least convincing performance ever.
she clicks her tongue, grinning wide, ready to tease you, âdonât tell me youâre gonna wait for mr. hot-stuff so you can give him his wallet back now.â
âwhat? no. really, i have a couple of questions to ask my political theory prof about the syllabus.â you immediately shoot out.
âyeah, sure whatever,â ningning starts walking towards the exit, ânext time come up with a more plausible excuse, okay? iâm still gonna head over to the library though, love ya!â she blows a kiss at you before disappearing.
you decided to take a seat since you didnât know when heâd come out of the lecture hall. after 15 minutes had passed by, you started wondering if he took a different exit instead. do you look dumb sitting around waiting to give some guy his wallet back? you know you could be doing something else more productive with your time, but you just couldnât bring yourself to leave.
there was something so alluring about sunghoon when you had first seen him at your welcoming party. you had been trying to figure out who this mystery man was all year, and now youâve found him â that completely justifies sitting around waiting for a stranger for another 30 minutes, right?
just as you were about to doze off on the bench chair, you hear the lecture doors crack open, jolting you wide awake again. finally this guy came out of the hall.Â
you quickly stand up, clearing your throat before speaking, âum, excuse me mister?â
he pauses his tracks, turning his head to look over at whoâs calling him right now.
instead of saying anything intelligible, you just stupidly gesture at his wallet clutched in your hand. he raises an eyebrow at first not noticing his thick wallet at first.Â
when he finally realizes what youâre holding at him, his facial expression changes immediately. he looks relieved that his wallet turned up somewhere.
he thanks you profusely, âaw thank god you have it, youâre ââ
âthe vice presidentâs daughter? yeah, thatâs me.â you quickly cut him off handing him his wallet, already knowing what heâs going to say.
he pauses for a beat before letting out a light chuckle, âi was actually gonna say, âyouâre y/n,ââ he points at your name tag, âbut yeah, I guess that too.â he chuckles.
you immediately became flustered, cheeks blooming red. wow, that was really embarrassing. does it just sound cocky and full of yourself after assuming that? you really hoped he didn't think that way about you.
so much for a great first impression â well, technically second now.
he tries to redirect the conversation in order to make you feel a little better, âi guess i owe you now.â
you nod nervously. wow, this guy looked unreal up close. he looked as if the gods had chiseled his face to perfection. you caught yourself staring and snapped back into reality.
shit, what else can you say to seem normal, think quickly. but all you could blurt out was, âso, are you still whoever I want you to be?â
yeah, that definitely did not seem normal at all. almost a little stalker-y if he ends up being confused about what youâre talking about.
why are you even coming to the conclusion that he remembers you anyways? ugh, maybe you shouldn't have said anything at all.
sunghoon laughs, nodding, âyeah,â he bites his lip, â...yeah i am. see you around y/n.âÂ
and with that, he gently waved goodbye to you and walked away.
this is going to be an interesting semester, you thought.
author's note: yes i finally published chapter 2 half a year later⊠BLAME UNI FOR THAT IM SORRYYY <\3 but what did i say guys, i told u iâd update devilâs advocateđ leaving this smau incomplete isnât even a thought in my mind + i already have the whole thing outlined and it would be a waste to just⊠not continue this at all? anyway, ENJOY!â€ïžâđ„
IMPORTANT: because this is a fame au, paparazzi pictures are crucial to the story; these photos will only be used for reference only (so you can visualize it better!) and are not made to reflect anyone in the actual photos used.
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âif it weren't for the algorithm, i wouldn't have found my woman. she liked my post, i liked her post. love at first sight, love at first scroll.ââ
pairings âą down bad tiktoker! sunghoon x girlfriend! reader
contains âą profanity, zero braincells crack/humour, fluff, frank ocean and spongebob mentioned, one shot
!à Ë. á”á” this is a behind of like a tattoo! sunghoon (my ongoing heeseung smau) <3 this is part 2, you can read part 1 here!
âą your tiktoker boyfriend is so in love with you he would do anything for you. and he means ANYTHING if it makes you happy â because love has no limits.
who in enhypen is most likely to like it super nasty sloppy ?
GETTING RIGHT TO IT HUH?
most likely
niki & sunghoon
- i dont know, theyre tied for me .
- gagging? slobbing? choking? tears? they love it all.
- and they're not opposed to finishing on ur face or on your boobs. im sure its accidentally gotten in ur hair sorry friend, i tried to tell him! he didnt care!
jungwon
- a lot of people see jungwon as subby but he's dom to me idk! he definitely likes it sloppy tho he controls your head for sure
jake
- do I need to explain?
heeseung
- he could go with or without it. you usually save extra sloppy for special occasions like red hair heeseung đ
sunoo
- i kept switching him and jay ngl. i think sunoo would be overly concerned about the mess. if you start drooling or gagging or smth hes TURNED ON but also worried
jay
- he's into what ur into so if you like it messy he might settle for you.. plus sometimes he's just so fine u GOTTA give it to him sloppy. BUT. HE PREFERS IT CLEAN!
- definitely has wipes or uses his thumb to wipe drool, tears or cum off your face.
- doesn't mind controlling your head or face fucking but gives u breaks and makes sure you're okay . YUP
c/w: suggestive no smut tho. non sexual dominance >>
masterlist
jay who pays for everything. matter fact, you don't even have to ask for it. if he even sees you glance at something, "you like it?" as he pulls his card out his wallet. and he'll watch you pay for whatever you want with that signature smirk on his face, too. you're hungry? "baby, let's go out somewhere." he pulled your wig a little too hard last night? he'll laugh while pulling out 300 to get your hair redone. you literally will NEVER go without as long as you're with him.
jay who knows how to put you in your place. he knows you won't always be happy with him or a decision he makes. he also knows that sometimes you pick arguments for absolutely no reason. "baby, why are you arguing with me?" he says, face stoic yet tired looking due to his long day. you have had an attitude since he picked you up and decided to start with him in the car. "don't be a brat, y/n. if there's a real issue, then you tell me." you sat there for a few seconds while he stared at you, and realized there was never an issue to begin with. "okay then." if you still insist on the 'tude after he talks with you, trust he's taking you in that front seat. that's all you really wanted anyways!
jay who knows how to apologize when there is a real issue. he holds eye contact with you the whole time you tearfully explain your problems and doesn't hesistate on pulling you into his lap for some comfort. "i'm sorry baby, I wouldn't have done that if I knew it'd upset you." he rubs your back, finger tips slipping under your shirt in an innocent way. he presses soft kisses on the side of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair. "what can I do to make it up to you, hm? my pretty girl.."
jay who almost knows you better than you know yourself. he knows when you don't feel well. he knows when you're in a bad mood. he knows when you're sleepy, when you're feeling hyper. he knows when your period starts, already returning home with snacks he knows you'll crave. he knows when you want to be held, and respects the times where he knows you want space. he knows when you want to be touched, and even better, knows how to touch you. "right there baby? is that your spot? you feel good?" chile, you can't even BEGIN to respond because your mind is clouded with just him. you don't know how he knows, but you're glad he does.
jay who still respects your independence. jay knows you're a grown woman. he knows you love to do things by yourself, it makes him fall even more in love with you. he doesn't try to control you, or think for you. he doesn't even make you call him daddy (unless he's in your guts). he lets you wear whatever you want because "as long as you come home to me at the end of the day." he even will let you pay for your own items sometimes just to make you happy, but don't ever think he won't send you 200 for your nails the moment you say "the".
a/n: i think abt this a lot y'all jay would such a good bf. uhm jays gf if ur seeing this hey
you're sat on the bed, watching your husband of three years brush his teeth and do his nightly routine, the same way he's done it since you've met.
your eyes follow his every move and habit. the way his tongue pokes his cheek when he flosses. the order he applies his skin care. the way he stares at himself in the mirror before his makes his way out. you've watched him do it a thousand times.
but tonight, it's different. tonight something as simple as him washing his face, has your stomach doing flips.
maybe it's the way his arms flex. maybe it's the way he's wearing the black tank top and sweats combo that he knows drives you insane every time. maybe it's the fact that he hasn't touched you properly in weeks.
you've been so patient, so understanding. you're busy, he's tired, life gets stressful.
but if he doesn't have his hands on you in the next five minutes, you might cry.
he finally makes his way towards you, cutting the bathroom light off behind him. as he's lifting up the cover to get into bed, he doesn't miss the way you look at him.
"you good?" he asks, voice low, eyes lingering on yours.
you nod, but it's a lie.
the bed dips under his weight, and his arm brushes against yours, a familiar warmth, but damn near unbearable one with the way you're feeling.
you shift around, pressing your thighs together beneath the covers as if thatâll do anything.
he scoots closer to you, arms wrapping around you. nothing new.
you turn slightly, eyes tracing the outline of his shoulder, the way his chest rises and falls. you haven't had this man in centuries.
just as his eyes were starting to become more relaxed, you whisper his name.
he hums, eyes barely wanting to open.
"something wrong?" a lot actually.
you don't say anything, but he hears the covers shifting next to him.
you climb over him, settling in his lap with a pout. "my patience is what's wrong, jay."
his eyebrows furrow, still not understanding what you meant. it wasn't until you moved you hips, that he got your message, loud and clear. "s-shit, y/n, waitâ"
you pause, just enough for your breathing to even out, but you don't miss the way his hips shift under you. your hands slide up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
"sorry," you whisper. "i didnât mean to rush. i just⊠really need you. like now-now. like i might die."
he smiles, looking up at you. ânow-now?â he echoes, almost breathless. his face softens, even though his hands are starting to wander. "god, you donât even know what you do to me." he says, every swipe of his hands feeling hotter than it should.
"you needed me that bad and didnât say anything?"
he kisses your temple, a surprisingly soft action compared to the freak show that's about to go down.
"i'm sorry, angel. iâve been so caught up I didnât even notice..."
his lips trail lower, slow kisses blooming over your chest.
"let me make it up to you. let me fuck you good... "
he switches your position, slow and intense, voice low against your skin.
- your relationship probably looks boring as hell from an outside point of view but u guys have so much fun
- he wants someone he can truly be heeseung around. i honestly feel like us as fans only see a certain side of heeseung but he's actually pretty reserved
- he could be so terribly in love and still have a difficult time showing it but he tries and loves you SO much
hard â
- loves dat butt. loves doggy.
- the longer you go the more noisy he is. not a talker during sex but boy is he whiny and moan-y
- how he acts on stage is NAWT exactly how he is in bed. freakseung is real but not the one we see
jay
soft â
- takes being a boyfriend REALLY SERIOUSLY this is his #1 duty he gets down he ZONT PLAY.
- will do almost anything to keep his s/o happy, like. say for example u were craving a sandwich that's only available all the way on the other side of town. he WILL take the drive for you
- WILL talk your ear off about anything. but he's so handsome while doing it so u dont mind
hard â
- just how he takes being a bf seriously he takes pleasuring his partner even more seriously which makes him REALLY GOOD AT IT
- he does not finish before you its either with you, after you or not at all
- doesn't see sex as a taboo thing. yes he makes love to you every night so what. also eats it for his own pleasure
jake
soft â
- keeps his relationships very personal. he rarely even posts your full face. he's not ashamed of you at all, just private
- needs reassurance but is nervous to ask for it, but its obvious when he's feeling a little off
- sometimes he has nothing to talk about and just wants to nap or sit in silence with you. other days he yaps your ear off
hard â
- not as nasty as he's made out to be. DONT GET ME WRONG. HE IS NASTY. HE IS A FREAK. but he can actually be pretty vanilla and tame some days. sometimes hes tired like
- really likes seeing you cum idk it does it for him yes he asks for videos while on tour
- the high sex drive thing is real. just because HE'S tired doesn't mean u can't ride him
sunghoon
soft â
- will genuinely have u laughing so hard ur stomach hurts like he's so silly and loves making you laugh and always tries to cheer u up when down :(
- 100% one of them instagram, pinterest couples like yes u have matching outfits and go to aesthetic cafes and take cutesy pictures
- definitely would propose at an ice skating rink SEE THE VISION
hard â
- switches positions a LOT until he finds the perfect one that lets him hit it good
- doesn't make that much noise??
- i cant imagine him even having that high of a sex drive. he just gets busy i dont know !
sunoo
soft â
- still gets shy around you even after months of being together, youd still make him giggle like a toddler
- sassy-ness did not stop with you, he's playfully rolled his eyes at you several times, always apologizes tho
- i actually don't think he'd be that affectionate. some days more than others, but i think its rare that he's overly clingy
hard â
- can genuinely dick you tf down. like i love sub sunoo but if he wants to he can lay IT DOWN. likes recording it too..wait..
- doesn't really like being degraded
- likes to keep sex a little playful, unless he's mad or jealous or stressed then hes lowk serious and suddenly ur legs are in the air
jungwon
soft â
- i said this in a past post but he is very jealous. he tries hard to tone it down for you but he can't help it
- if he could live in your skin he would, I FEEL LIKE CLOSE JUST ISNT CLOSE ENOUGH FOR HIM like u guys need to morph into one
- he doesn't let arguments happen because he feels like its stupid and he doesn't wanna say anything he doesn't mean
hard â
- does not take that bratty shit, if u have an attitude TRUST its getting fixed somehow
- i do not see him as a sub at all. i love the agenda but he's very dominant to me idk
- i dont think its very romantic during sex. maybe he'll hold your hand? rub your hair so you know he's there? but besides that he fucks you like he genuinely hates you but its good
ni-ki
soft â
- way softer and romantic than he's made out to be. do u see how he acts with engene? he's a sweetheart my baby
- very playful with his s/o, just how he is with his members except more loving
- is NOT nonchalant. would in fact be WHIPPED for you. also wishes he could live in your skin. sleeps holding you. rarely says no to you .
hard â
- his face is SINFUL during sex omfg like
- BEST EATER OUT OF THE GROUP. OOPS.
- really attentive and cares about your pleasure like. always watching for your reaction. also likes to be close to you during sex idc im sorry this man is softer than y'all make it seem!!
Yo! Who in enhypen do u think would like dirty talking? Like saying really filthy stuff throughout the sex đ«Ł (most to least pls)
most
jungwon
- i must have a thing for jungwon he always at the top of these lists
- im convinced he has a mouth of FILTH AND HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY AND WHEN TO SAY IT
- I NEED THAT SO BAD IM SHAKING
sunghoon
- mouth of filth part two but slightly more tame than won. he just says shit so casually like okay ur literally in my guts good morning
jay
- jay is in the middle bc he definitely TALKSSSSS but he isn't filthy. its dirty. but never degrading. actually he talks back to you lowkey every moan hes like "mhm" or "i know" IM SHAKING I NEED TO DEACTIVATE
jake
- i don't see him as a degrader either but likes being degraded. just a little. jake is accidentally filthy like he just gets so lost in your sauce "i fucking love this pussy" just slips out idk
heeseung
- more of a whiner and moaner than a talker. especially if you're riding him. if he's on top, he's a little quieter, but WILL moan by your ear when he's close
niki
- again, makes more noises than actually talking. its actually pretty quiet besides you, the bed creaking, and a few purrs, curse words and grunts from him. refers to your coochie as "she".
sunoo
- he likes it done to him sometimes but neither of you can take it seriously im cryin
- one time he tried to lock in and be freaky and he started laughin
- prefers to keep your sex light hearted but still good. LOTS of moaning and whimpers
enhypen whoâs mtl to like messy sex, like creampies, cum running down your thighs allat.. đ
a/n: chile i felt dirty writing this đ. anyways trying to empty out my drafts and asks. promise im not ignoring anyone
who enjoys messy sex ?
most
jake
- its not on purpose... mostly not on purpose.
- he cums a lot, so thats already messy enough. but between lube, cum, his tears and your essence, it gets crazy!
- if he's feeling desperate, he might clean you up with his mouth, who's with me
niki
- is obsessed with the way you cream around him ... is even more obsessed when its paired with his cum. he doesn't mind the mess, or cleaning it up, but the post nut clarity makes him feel guilty for leaving you like that. meanwhile, you're glowing.
jungwon
- likes making you messy. squirting, creaming, drool, tears, makeup, you name it. otherwise, he's pretty clean, besides maybe finishing all over your body.
heeseung
- he's messy on accident. sometimes one of you get too into it and his dick slips out, some of his pre splattering on you. he also gets lost in the sauce pretty often, shooting loads back to back. then he has the nerve to fall asleep.
sunghoon
- he's a simple man! he cums on you or inside you. you're probably messier than him, and in that case he doesn't mind. but even when he's finishing on you, he tries his best to keep it in one area, like your stomach, or back.
jay
- doesn't mind it because he feels like a little mess is just something that comes with really good sex, but does try to keep it as clean as possible. if it does get messy he always has a towel under you, wipes on the nighstand and fresh sheets in the dryer.
sunoo
- he gets so annoyed when cum starts going places it wasn't supposed to. one time it flew into your hair and he felt so bad
- don't get me wrong, creampies and facials are cute in the moment but the clean up doesn't make it worth it for him
- he does get a little messy when eating you out though ... but you didn't hear this from enhaeil
Hii I love your writing so badđđ and I've been thinking of a fic idea but I can't write for shit so I thought of you đ if it's ok and not out of your comfort zone can I recommend a jake smut where him and y/n are in the middle of doing the do when his roommates jay and Sunghoon walk in on them đ idk let whatever happens next be up to you lolol
ty for trusting me with your idea! (which I love btw) hope this is close to it loll also sorry for being so active recently i hope yall like it thoo x
18+ jake x f!rea ft. jay and sunghoon. possessive threesome degration praise dumbfixatjon pussy eating squirting face fucking spit kink
you hear the front door open and you genuinely do not care. youâre too far gone for that â too deep in the dumb, syrupy haze that settles over you when jake has been fucking you long enough, when heâs taken his time with it the way he likes to, slow and thorough and deliberately cruel about it, making you feel every inch every single time he bottoms out. youâre on your back in the middle of his bed with your legs hooked over his shoulders and your hands fisted in the sheets and your mouth open around sounds youâd be mortified by if you had the bandwidth to be mortified about anything, which you donât, because jake sim has been rearranging your insides for the better part of an hour and your brain checked out somewhere around orgasm number two.
âshitââ jayâs voice, from the doorway. âoh my god.â sunghoon. jake doesnât stop. he doesnât even pause. his hips keep rolling into you at that same devastating rhythm, cock dragging against the spot inside you that makes your vision white at the edges, and he turns his head toward the door with the casual ease of a man who has been interrupted doing something he considers perfectly reasonable. âhey,â he says. âhey?â jayâs voice climbs. âjake, what theââ âclose the door.â
silence. then the soft click of it shutting. neither of them leave. you can feel that they havenât left â feel the specific, hot weight of being watched, the way the air changes when there are eyes on your body, on the obscene stretch of you around jakeâs cock, on the slick mess of you that you can hear every time he moves. jake feels it too. his next thrust is harder. demonstrative. âsheâs been like this for forty minutes,â he says, conversational, like heâs giving a tour. his thumb finds your clit and just holds there, pressure only, no movement, and you clench involuntarily and sob. âbeen coming since the second one. barely coherent.â
âis sheââ sunghoon stops. âshe loves it.â jake sounds so pleased with himself itâs obscene. he looks down at you, and there is something territorial in his face, something like ownership. âdonât you.â you make a sound that is not a word. jake takes it as confirmation. âshe can hear you,â he adds. âshe just canât really answer right now.â
jay makes a low noise. you hear footsteps. the mattress dips near your head and then jay is there, crouching, looking at your face â your wrecked expression, your wet mouth, your eyes that probably arenât focusing correctly â and something shifts behind his eyes. âhi,â he says. âhi,â you breathe back, and it comes out destroyed, syllables loose and slurred. âyou want them here?â jake asks. his thumb starts moving and the question nearly dissolves before you can catch it. âtell me.â âyes,â you say. âyes, please, i wantââ jake pulls his thumb away. punishing. âuse your words.â
âi want them,â you manage, âi want more, please jake, pleaseââ âgood girl,â he says, and then quieter, almost private, layered with something that curls warm in your chest even through the haze: âmine, though. yeah?â âyours,â you say immediately. he smiles. looks up at jay and sunghoon. âsheâs yours for tonight. donât forget who she goes home with.â
sunghoon moves first. he settles at the foot of the bed and wraps a hand around your ankle and drags his palm slowly up your calf, your thigh, learning you, and when he reaches the inside of your thigh he stops and just watches where jake is fucking into you, the slick mess of it, the way your body takes him. âjesus,â sunghoon says softly. then his fingers move to replace jakeâs thumb on your clit and the dual sensation makes you seize up and clench hard and jake groans through his teeth.
âkeep doing that,â jake says. sunghoon keeps doing that. jay fists a hand in your hair â not gentle, not testing â and tilts your head back, and you open your mouth on instinct, already trained, already desperate, and he makes a low approving sound. âgonna use this pretty mouth,â he says, âthat okay?â âyes,â you say, and it comes out like a plea.
he pushes in slow, giving you time to adjust, and then bottoms out against the back of your throat and holds there while you gag around him, eyes watering, throat working. he pulls back just enough and does it again. sets a rhythm that has nothing to do with gentleness and everything to do with using you, and the sounds youâre making are muffled and wet and humiliating and you love it, you love it so much your hips are rolling up toward sunghoonâs hand without your permission. jake watches you take jayâs cock with an expression like pride and hunger mixed together. âlook at her,â he says. âfucking perfect.â
you gag again and your eyes water and spit is dripping down your chin and you canât do anything about it, canât move your hands from where theyâve braced against jayâs thighs, and itâs too much, itâs so much, sunghoon has added a finger inside you alongside jakeâs cock somehow and the stretch makes you whimper around jay. âgreedy,â sunghoon says mildly. âsheâs greedy.â âsheâs always greedy,â jake says, fond and contemptuous in equal measure. âsuch a needy little thing. sheâd take anything we gave her, wouldnât you?â heâs talking to you but he doesnât expect an answer. âdumb little cumslut. made for this.â
the degradation lands somewhere low in your belly and you clench and both jake and sunghoon feel it. âthere she is,â jake says. jay pulls out of your mouth and thereâs a long strand of spit connecting your lips to his cock and he looks at it, then looks at you, then leans down and spits in your mouth, unhurried. it lands on your tongue and you swallow it without thinking and he makes a sound that isnât quite a word. âgood,â he says.
sunghoon is moving now â repositioning, pulling jakeâs hand so that jake shifts too, maneuvering you between them in a way that makes you feel like a doll, like something being arranged, and you go where they put you without resistance because you canât resist, you donât want to resist, you want them to do whatever they want with you and then put you back together after.
sunghoon gets you onto your hands and knees and his mouth is on you immediately â licking into your folds, collecting the mess of you, groaning low against your cunt like you taste like something worth savoring, and the sound he makes is obscene and it vibrates through you and your arms buckle. jake is behind you a second later, sinking back in, and the combination â sunghoonâs tongue and jakeâs cock and the fact that jay is tilting your chin up again â makes you sob out loud, finally free to. âthere it is,â jay murmurs. âlet us hear you.â
sunghoonâs tongue moves up. finds a different target. pushes wet and slow against your ass while jakeâs cock fills your cunt and you make a sound that doesnât belong to you, something animal and high, and sunghoon moans against you, pleased with himself. âshe likes that,â jake observes. sunghoon hums confirmation. pushes his tongue in further. âjake,â you sob. âi know.â his hips snap forward. âiâve got you.â
sunghoon works you open slowly, methodically â tongue and then one finger, two, crooking, patient â while jake fucks into your cunt and the feeling of being full everywhere, of being completely used and taken apart, makes your vision blur at the edges. youâre drooling on the sheets. your thighs are shaking. sunghoon crooks his fingers at the same moment jake bottoms out and you squirt, sudden and mortifying and completely involuntary, soaking the sheets and sunghoonâs hand and your own thighs, and the sound you make is barely human. âoh,â sunghoon says, like heâs delighted. âyeah,â jake says, breathless. âshe does that.â
jay is lying beneath you now â youâre not entirely sure when that happened â and his cock is pressing up against your lips while your hand works him and youâre too far gone to be coordinated about it, just mouthing at him sloppily, taking what he gives you. heâs threading his fingers through your hair and guiding you, doing the work you canât, and you let him, you let him use your mouth the way it was made to be used. âswallow everything,â jake says, behind you. heâs close. you can hear it in his voice, feel it in the way his rhythm is losing its precision, getting harder, more desperate. âdonât you dare waste it.â you nod, as much as you can with jayâs hands in your hair.
sunghoon comes first â heâs been grinding against your ass, working himself with his hand, and when he finishes itâs with a low, broken moan, painting across your lower back, and the warmth of it makes you clench again around jake. jake comes inside you a minute later with a rough groan thar he muffles against your shoulder, deep and pulsing, and you feel every wave of it, the flood of him, the mess of it starting to slip out before heâs even done and he pushes forward again like heâs trying to keep it inside you. âkeep it,â he grits out. âdonât let it out.â
you clench around him, trying. failing. feel it dripping down your thigh. âchrist,â jake mutters, pulling out slowly, watching it. he sounds devastated in the best way. he pushes it back with his fingers, working it back into you, and the oversensitivity makes you whimper. âmessy girl. canât even hold it.â
jay finishes in your mouth a moment later, one hand fisted in your hair, hips jerking up, and you swallow it down like he told you to, all of it, throat working, and he watches your face while you do it with dark eyes. âgood,â he says. âgood girl.â you collapse. youâre flat on the mattress, facedown, leaking cum onto the sheets, thighs still wet, arms useless. the room is reassembling around you slowly. sunghoon is breathing hard somewhere to your left. jay is quiet.
jake lies down beside you and pulls you against his chest and his hand moves in slow, warm circles on your spine. âokay?â just for you. private. all the possession still there, underneath, but soft now. âyeah,â you breathe. âyeah, iâm good.â âyouâre perfect,â he says, and he means it completely differently than when he said it to the room. he presses his mouth to your temple. âmine.â âyours,â you say, already half asleep. from somewhere near the door, jayâs voice, dry as anything: âyouâre both insane.â jake doesnât even dignify that with a response. he just pulls you closer, and thatâs that.
YOUR TURN â 1. A phrase used in a gangbang to tell the next person waiting that itâs time for them to step in and get involved.
2. A slutâs opportunityâthe moment when it is finally her chance to act, indulge, and surrender herself after others have already taken theirs. The phrase emphasizes delayed gratification, where the receiver eagerly awaits her turn to be used or to participate after hearing others go before her.
content tags/warnings: hyung line x reader, reader is horny and desperate, men are assholes, inspired by the show series euphoria. explicit content (smut): porn with no plot at all, gangbang, face fucking, facials, nipple play, fingering, oral fixation, unprotected sex, degrading language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling etc), double penetration, protected anal sex, slapping, hentai like expressions, handjob, overstimulation, tits fucking, squirting, lack of verbal consent in some scenes, choking, pain play, creampie, this is straight up porn but have a potential romance at the end. lmk if i missed something. WC: 17.2K
It wasn't like you were some kind of slut, right?
Who were you kidding? Any girl with a working pussy would drool if she stood close enough to those four men. Not just because of their looks, not just because of the sharp edges of their jawlines or the way their eyes seemed to strip people down without touching them, but because how they confidently carried themselves. Their scent. That mix of cologne and sweat that made your throat dry the second they passed by. It wasn't normal, not the way your body reacted. Not the way your thighs pressed together when you thought of them. But you kept telling yourself it was. It had to be.
Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong, Sim Jaeyun, and Park Sunghoon.Â
Four names that rang louder than any lecture in your university halls. Four names whispered in bathrooms, shouted across freedom walls, written down in anonymous confessions like some fucking campus legends. Everyone knew them. Everyone wanted them. And everyone, at least once, wondered what it would be like to be touched by them.
People pretended to sneer at their lives, at the rumors tied around them, but the truth always leaked throughâenvy, hunger, the kind of desperate need nobody wanted to admit out loud. Because deep down, every damn rumor about them only made them more untouchable, more godlike.
And then there was that one rumor. The one that tore through the university like wildfire.
The gangbang story.
The most scandalous, dirtiest thing anyone had ever whispered, and yet nobody could stop talking about it.
Nobody could prove it. Nobody knew if it was just a story made up by someone bored, but fuck, if it had been real... if it had been real, then you weren't sure what was worse. The fact that people called it disgusting or the fact that it made your whole body clench with jealousy.
How fucking scandalous. How fucking disgusting.
And how fucking pathetic that every time you thought about it, your chest got tight, your mouth went dry, and all you could think was: if that rumor had ever been true, if those four had ever taken a girl like that, then why the fuck wasn't it you?
"Someone caught Jake making out with a girl from Tourism!"
"Someone said Sunghoon's been fucking that sophomore from another building!"
"Have you heard that Jay is smoking at the back of the building while the TA sucks him off? Geez, what a lucky girl."
"And that cheerleader said Heeseung likes girls who can spread their legs wide!"
Your hands gripped your pen tighter, knuckles turning pale, jaw clenched as the chatter bled into your ears. Every fucking sentence was the sameâdifferent girls, different places, different dirty detailsâbut the same four names, always the same four names. It was exhausting, it was maddening, and it was starting to chew holes into your focus.
"Stop it," you hissed finally, snapping your head up to face the group of girls clustered near the corner. "There are people here who are trying to study. Maybe try doing that instead of running your mouths about men and their sex lives. Do you have no shame?"
The table went quiet, their smirks twitching as they shared quick glances between themselves. One girl rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, but none of them pushed back. They just leaned back into their seats, whispering low but not low enough, as if they wanted you to hear every giggle, every stifled laugh.
You tried to turn back to your notes, but your pulse wouldn't settle. You're not annoyed that they were gossipping.
You were jealous.
Jealous that every rumor had someone else's name attached to it. Jealous that every filthy story, every detail, every moan that lived in their words belonged to another girl and not to you.
Fuck! It's unfair! It's so unfair! Why was it always someone else? Why did it have to be another girl they kissed, another girl they bent over, another girl who got to hear their voices from fucking?
You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to drown it out, trying to stay steady. But every word of theirs came back to the same thing. Their dicks. Their moans. Their fucking. And all it did was remind you that you hadn't had a single taste of any of it, not even once.
Fuck it. When was it supposed to be your turn?
You tried. God, you fucking tried. You started dragging yourself to every fraternity party you caught wind of, even ones you had no business going to, all in hopes of catching just one of their eyes. You would push through sweaty bodies and strobe lights, pretending to dance, pretending to laugh, only to learn that Jay had already gotten bored and left long before you even stepped in. The disappointment would choke you, but you still kept showing up.Â
Like some desperate puppy waiting for scraps.
You started waxing everything, every inch of your body, until your skin burned. You bought bottles of expensive perfume you couldn't even afford, ones that clung to your clothes and hair until it made you dizzy. You thought maybe, they liked girls who smelled clean, who looked like they had their shit together, but deep down you knew it didn't matter. Because how would they ever notice when you didn't even have the guts to open your mouth?
"Uh... do you know, like, how to talk to Heeseung?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual while your eyes betrayed you, glued to the tall figure across the library.
He was sliding books off a shelf, completely unaware of the way your whole body went tense, your throat dry, your palms slick with sweat. Even from a distance you swore you could smell him, that same maddening warmth that clung to him whenever he walked past.
Your friend blinked, eyebrows raised as though she couldn't believe the words had actually come out of your mouth. "About what? You know damn well he doesn't talk to girls in public. People only talk about how he fucks them hard and then disappears. No contact. Nothing. Ever." She scoffed, dismissing it with a wave of her hand, before her gaze sharpened on you. A smirk tugged at her lips and she let out a loud laugh that made your ears burn. "Wait. Don't tell me you're actually planning something. You think you're gonna get him to fuck you?"
Her laughter made your eye twitch. You felt her gaze scan over you, up and down, picking apart everything you were, everything you weren't. She reached over, patting your shoulder in a way that only made you feel smaller.
"It's okay to dream big," she said, lips curving into a cruel little smile, "but let me shatter that for you. He would never, okay? Hmm?"
Something in your chest snapped at her words. Anger rose, clinging to your ribs until you thought you'd choke on it. How fucking dare she? How dare she look at you like that, laugh at you like you weren't even worth a second glance? How high did she think of herself, how low did she think of you?
But you swallowed it, burying the sharpness down where no one could see. You curved your lips into a laugh that sounded almost real, almost lighthearted, even though your nails dug into your palm under the table. "Silly you," you said sweetly, tilting your head like it didn't sting, "I was just trying to interview him for sports journalism. Don't get too talkative about fucking, though. It sounds like you're reflecting your own frustrations."
You smiled brighter, watching her expression falter for just a second before she scoffed again and turned back to her notes.
You needed to think. You needed to dig deeper into yourself, to find a way, any way, because you refused to lose. You refused to accept being invisible.
Every single morning became a routine.
You would drag yourself out of bed before the sun even touched the sky, forcing your heavy eyes open as you stood in front of the mirror. You styled your hair until not a single strand was out of place, you layered makeup carefully until your reflection looked like someone worth noticing, and you scrubbed your skin until it stung, until it shone smooth under your fingertips. Your closet was picked apart daily, clothes scattered across your floor, until you found the outfit that made you feel like you could walk down the hall with your head high, like you were worth a second glance.
And every time, when the clock struck the hour you knew they would be walking down the hallway, you stood ready. Shoulders straight, steps measured, chest tight with nerves as you waited for them to pass. You tried to look effortless, confident, perfect. But it shattered you every single time when none of them looked your way. Their eyes stayed forward, their voices low between themselves, their expressions unchanged as if you were nothing more than air. Your hands would grow limp at your sides, your confidence bleeding out of you as you glanced behind your shoulder, mouth parted slightly, helplessly staring at their broad shoulders moving further and further away from you.
The frustration followed you. At night, you laid in bed with their faces behind your eyelids, your thighs pressed together until you couldn't stand it anymore.
You touched yourself with the thought of them, not just one but all four, surrounding you, using you, making you theirs in every filthy way you had imagined. You came undone to fantasies of their hands pulling your hair, their voices groaning against your ear, your body stretched thin for them, and the pleasure left you gasping, sweating, shaking in the dark. Yet as soon as it ended, as soon as your heartbeat slowed, you already hated yourself. Because no matter how hard you wanted it, morning would come again, and the cycle would repeat. You'd wake up early, fix yourself to perfection, pass them in the hallway, and watch them ignore you.
The days blurred into each other, but the whispers always found you. Another rumor spread like fire, another story about them with another girl, and it burned you alive from the inside.
You wanted to scream at how unfair it was, how humiliating it felt that you couldn't stop aching for something you might never get. Sometimes you almost laughed at yourself, at how pathetic you must have looked, stuck between jealousy and desperation, unable to let go.
"Wow, what perfume do you use? You smell so good!" Your classmate's voice cut through your thoughts one day, her hand brushing casually across your arm. "And your lotion too? Your skin feels amazing."
The touch startled you, and the question almost made you snap. "It's just Victoria's Secret," you hissed automatically, jerking your hand slightly to free yourself. But the moment you saw her surprised face, you realized what you had done, and quickly masked it with a sweet smile. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, forgive me? It's Velvet Petals. But I exfoliate with Dove first. That's probably why."
Her lips curved into a bright smile, her eyes scanning you with something almost admiring. "It's okay! You look really, really, really pretty, you know? And you're so sweet. I just hope you don't fall into the wrong hands."
The way she said it made your stomach twist. You knew exactly who she was talking about, and the mocking tone in her voice when she mentioned "wrong hands" made it worse. Those fuckboys. That's what they all called them, as if the four of them weren't the most wanted men on campus, as if everyone's mouths didn't water at the thought of being ruined by them.
You held your smile, but inside, the anger returned, pulsing hotter than before. They all thought they were above you. They all thought they could talk about them like that and laugh at you for wanting something they secretly wanted too. They were liars, hypocrites, hiding their hunger under judgment while you carried yours openly in your chest.
You pressed your lips together, leaning closer to her so your words came out soft, almost playful. "Maybe falling into the wrong hands isn't always such a bad thing."
Her eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering across her face as you sat back again, smiling politely like nothing had happened.
But in your head, the thought echoed, louder, heavier, filthier.
If those hands were theirs, you would fall gladly.
The party was dragging, the music pounding but lifeless, the people are drunk but boring. You wondered for the tenth time why you even bothered showing up.
The whole campus had been buzzing about this night, everyone whispering about how it would be wild because they would be here. But the most boring part of it all was exactly thatâthey weren't.
No sign of the four men everyone was expecting. And for that, you hated yourself a little. You hated that you had wasted another expensive outfit, another spritz of your favorite perfume, another hour in front of the mirror just to sit there and look pretty for nothing.
Your cheek rested lazily against your hand as you swirled the watered-down alcohol in your glass. Your eyes lingered on the girl across the room, perched on the couch, laughing with a group of guys who had crowded her like she was the crown jewel of the night. She looked so damn proud of herself, flipping her hair and soaking up their attention like it was worth something.
You almost felt bad for herâbecause those men? God, they were fucking ugly. The kind of guys who had nothing going for them except being loud and drunk enough to fill her space. And she was pretty, too pretty for the trash sitting beside her, too wasted to notice she could do better.
You sighed, your eyes dropping back down to your glass, watching the last pieces of ice melt into nothing. Maybe you should leave. Maybe you should give up, call it another wasted night, drag yourself back to bed where you could rot under the covers and imagine what it would feel like if the four men ever actually noticed you.
"Hi."
The single word pierced through the noise around you. Your breath caught, and you nearly threw your glass across the table. Your back went ramrod straight as you turned, your heart slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt. When your eyes landed on the figures behind you, everything inside of you went still before spiraling into chaos.
Jake. Sunghoon.
Two of them. Standing there. Talking. To you.
Your throat closed, your tongue heavy, your thoughts shattering into broken pieces as if the universe had finally played its sick joke on you. What the fuck was happening? Jake and Sunghoonâout of everyone in this crowded roomâwere standing in front of you, looking at you, waiting for you.
"H-Hi?" The word slipped out, so small, so shaky you almost cringed at yourself.
Jake's smile spread, his gaze running over you like he was unwrapping you with his eyes. He didn't hide the way he lingered on the pink silk dress clinging to your body or the way his eyes glinted when he caught the gems glittering delicately across your skin. The weight of his stare made your thighs press together without you even thinking about it.
"Where's your friends?" He shifted his hands casually into his pockets, flashing a smile. "I organized this party, you know. I almost felt bad seeing you sitting here alone."
You swallowed hard, the words tangling on your tongue. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, the one you had begged for, dreamed of, touched yourself over. And yet, your body betrayed you, trembling as you almost flinched under the weight of their presence.
"M-My friends a-are... uh... there." Your shaky hand lifted, pointing weakly toward the dance floor, and the second you did it you wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.
Sunghoon's low laugh broke the air. He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on you as if he could see straight through every flimsy layer of composure you were trying to hold together. "And they exclude you? What bad friends you have."
The closeness of him made your brain dissolve. His perfume, his cologne, the sharp tang of alcohol still lingering on his lipsâGod, you wanted to taste it, to drown in it. He didn't even touch you, but his nearness was enough to make your body tense, your lips parting before you realized it.
"Want to join us?"Â Sunghoon asked smoothly.
"W-Where?" you squeaked.
"Well, we can drink outsideâ" Sunghoon started, but Jake cut him off with a voice that left no room for argument.
"At Heeseung's private room." His tone was steady, certain, his stare locked on you, waiting for your reaction.
For a split second, Sunghoon's eyes widened at Jake's bluntness. You caught the quick glance he shot him, an unspoken message passing between them, before his smirk slid back into place. He didn't need to argue. He didn't need to say a thing. Because the moment the words "Heeseung's private room" left Jake's mouth, your body had already betrayed you.
Your lips trembled, your voice breaking into a whisper. "Yes."
And there it wasâthe one word that sealed everything.
Jake's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he tilted his head ever so slightly, studying you like you had just handed yourself over. Sunghoon's grin widened, his teeth flashing as he straightened up, amusement flickering in his gaze.
"Good girl," Jake murmured under his breath.
Your chest tightened, your breath caught, and every ounce of you screamed that this was it. The moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had dreamed of, the moment you could never come back from.
And you didn't fucking care.
The door creaked open and Heeseung froze at the threshold, his tall frame stiffening instantly as his eyes landed on the scene.
Jake had one hand tangled in your hair, his cock buried between your lips, his head thrown back as he groaned through clenched teeth. Sunghoon was draped across your back, his chest pressing heavily against you, his hand pinching and rolling your nipples mercilessly while his lips brushed your skin, leaving icy trails that made you shiver.
Your body was positioned like some offeringâhands and knees spread like a cat, ass swaying slightly with every thrust of Jake's hips.
"Seriously?" Heeseung's voice was carrying irritation. He shut the door, though he didn't walk away.
The noise made you whimper, muffled around Jake's cock, the vibration of your moan sending shudders up his spine. Jake gritted his teeth and hissed through a laugh, thrusting harder until the blunt head of his dick slammed against the back of your throat. He held you there with one firm grip in your hair, pushing until your nose bumped against the hard plane of his stomach. Your eyes watered, your chest heaved, but the desperation inside you drowned out every thought of resistance.
It hadn't started like this. At first, it was only drinks, games, laughter and teasing, until Jake leaned forward and suggested body shots. You hadn't even hesitated; the heat of their attention had already melted through you, and Jake had almost laughed at how quickly you had fallen into their hands.
And now, here you were, drooling and choking on his cock while Sunghoon twisted your nipples until your whole body jerked with every pinch.
"Your favorite member is here," Jake taunted, his gaze dropping down to you, then flicking toward the figure standing silently by the door. His smirk widened as he forced another thrust into your mouth. "Bro, she's been asking where the fuck you were. You took so long, she already came in her panties just from Sunghoon teasing her tits."
Heat shot through your face as the humiliation wrapped around you. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks, staining the gems near your eyes, but none of it stopped you from flattening your tongue against the base of his cock, licking every inch you could reach while your throat spasmed around him. The shame twisted into a darker, sharper, more intoxicating feeling than you ever imagined.
This was it. This was the dream. The one you'd fucked yourself to in silence night after night, the one you had burned for. And now you were living it, choking, moaning, tears streaking your face, every filthy detail of it everything you had ever wanted.
You couldn't see Heeseung clearly from where you knelt, but you felt him. His gaze was heavy, dragging over you, making your pussy clench at nothing. You knew he was watching the way your lips stretched around Jake's cock, the way your chest heaved as Sunghoon tortured your nipples, the way you looked so fucked out and desperate already.
"The rumors about us are already spreading, and you have the guts to do this?" Heeseung's voice finally cut through with restrained anger. He stepped closer, his shoes quiet against the floor until his shadow stretched across you. You could feel his eyes on your crying, messy face, and it only made your cunt throb harder, soaking your panties.
Jake laughed through a groan, his hips grinding against your lips as his cock slid deeper. Sunghoon joined him with a low chuckle, his cold mouth pressing into your nape as his fingers tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders. The silk slipped easily, baring your chest fully to Heeseung's view, your nipples stiff and swollen as Sunghoon's thumb and finger rolled them until you moaned around Jake's length.
"Come on," Sunghoon murmured against your ear, his voice is taunting. "You know we always love sharing." His lips traced your skin as his hand pushed your dress lower, exposing more, leaving nothing for modesty.
Heeseung's jaw tensed, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't look away. His cock stirred against his pants, hardening slowly with every sound that left you, with every pathetic little whimper muffled by Jake's cock. He watched the tears streak down your face, the way your hand lifted shakily from the floor, reaching for him.
Your fingers trembled as they hovered against his thigh, then slid higher until they brushed over the hard bulge in his pants. Your eyes lifted toward him, glassy, half-lidded, drowning in tears and lust, staring directly into his.
Heeseung exhaled sharply, his composure cracking.
And when your palm pressed firmer against him, stroking lightly through the fabric, his cock throbbed in response.
Your back arched off when Heeseung's hands moved to his belt. The sight alone was enough to make your chest tighten and your pussy throb, your body reacting with a hunger you couldn't disguise. Sunghoon caught it immediately, his laugh was low against your ear, mocking the way you looked so desperate without shame. He shifted off you, giving Heeseung room.
"Does Jay know about this?" Heeseung asked, his eyes shifting toward Jake and Sunghoon as if demanding an explanation even while his hands were already pulling at his clothes.
Jake's grin widened, still slick with your spit as he slid his cock from your mouth. "It's a surprise," he answered simply, as if that explained everything. His hand squeezed the back of your neck one last time before releasing you, and your body slumped against the mattress, chest heaving, throat raw. But before you could even recover, Heeseung's hands pressed against you, guiding your body flat onto your back, his touch so commanding you followed without question.
The world tilted when the fabric of your dress slipped from your shoulders, your body fully bared under their stares. Sunghoon leaned close again, his nose brushing your cheek as his voice dipped. "Look at those pretty eyes." His words curled into your skin, and you whimpered before turning toward him, your lips crashing into his. The kiss was messy, desperate, your mouth opening wide for him, your tongue tangling with his like you could pull the heat out of him and swallow it whole.
Jake's fingers hooked your panties and dragged them down your legs, his eyes glued to the slick mess between your thighs. The moment he saw your pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing, a growl broke from his throat.
Heeseung's response was just as guttural, his eyes narrowing as he dropped down onto his knees beside Jake, their shoulders brushing as if they were competing for the same prize. Without hesitation, they lifted your legs, spreading you shamelessly open, one of your thighs resting on each of their broad shoulders.
Sunghoon didn't let you breathe. His mouth consumed yours, his tongue pressing harder, his teeth tugging your bottom lip as his hand cradled your jaw, keeping you locked against him. You barely managed a moan into his mouth when the first hot lick dragged across your clit, the sudden sensation shooting up your spine that you tore yourself away from Sunghoon's kiss. Your eyes flew down, wide and dazed, only to meet Heeseung's sharp gaze staring up at you while his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking with deliberate, teasing pulls.
Your mouth fell open, your chest rising and falling rapidly, but you didn't dare blink. You couldn't miss the sight of his face buried between your legs, his tongue flattening against your sensitive bud and flicking so slowly it bordered on torture. Your thighs shook, trying to close, but his grip on your hips was unyielding.
"Hey," Sunghoon muttered, his fingers squeezing your chin until your eyes snapped back to him. His gaze was dark, narrowed, a flicker of jealousy twisting in it. "I was the one who found you. Give me some attention."
Your whimpers came small, but you still obeyed, your hand trembling as he guided it down between his legs. The hard ridge of his cock was burning against the fabric of his pants. The moment your palm pressed against him, your body shivered from the weight of him.
They were massive. You had heard the whispers from other girls, but no rumor had prepared you for the truth. Your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently through the fabric, and Sunghoon's lips parted, his breath catching as his hips rocked into your touch.
"Fuck," he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as if your touch alone was enough to push him toward the edge.
And then Jake bit down on your inner thigh, hard enough to make you cry out, his tongue following the sting with a wet, sucking kiss that left your skin marked. Heeseung's lips abandoned your clit, only to press lower, his tongue flattening against your dripping entrance before slurping noisily at the wetness pooling there. The sound was obscene, messy, and you moaned louder than you ever had, the combination of Jake's teeth marking your thighs and Heeseung's mouth devouring you unraveling every last thread of composure you had.
"Shh."Â Sunghoon's voice was ragged as his hand pressed against your jaw again, his hips grinding into your palm while his other hand fumbled with his belt. His pants dropped down his thighs, and when he freed himself, your eyes widened, your mouth watering instantly at the sight. His cock was flushed and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum, so thick it almost made your stomach flutter with fear.
Your legs were trembling uncontrollably, but you couldn't close them, not when Jake and Heeseung had you pinned wide open, their mouths swapping positions greedily between your clit and your entrance.
Jake was hungrier, reckless with the way his tongue plunged into you, his lips sucking against your folds so loudly it drowned out even the bass from the music downstairs. You could feel him moan against you, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, his whole face buried as if he wanted to drown in your pussy.
"Say ah," Sunghoon knelt in front of you, his cock gripped tightly in his hand. You obeyed instantly, your lips falling open, your eyes wide and locked on his face.
The expression he wore was enough to make your stomach twistâhis brows drawn tight, his lips parted as if he were biting back a curse, his gaze focused entirely on your mouth as though nothing else in the world existed.
"So eager," he whispered hoarsely, his cock brushing against your lips as pre-cum smeared across them. "Fuck."
Heeseung rose slowly from between your thighs, his lips and chin slick with your wetness, his chest lifting heavily with each breath. His gaze drifted down over your trembling body, then to Sunghoon's cock hovering dangerously close to your lips, before his large hands moved to your chest. The weight of his touch was deliberate, kneading the softness of your breasts, his thumbs dragging over your nipples until they tightened again under his attention.
The combination was unbearable, your body jerking at every angle, twitching against their hands and mouths as if you no longer had control over it. Sunghoon's sudden pace had your cheeks hollowing, his cock stretching your lips as he thrust with low, restrained groans.
At the same time, Heeseung's fingers twisted your nipples mercilessly, sharp flicks that sent heat rushing to your core, and Jake's tongue was buried inside you, fucking your entrance with wet, eager strokes. Each movement pulled you in a different direction, your body caught in the middle of all three of them until you felt yourself unraveling at the seams.
Your head was spinning, dizzy from the sensation. The world tilted and blurred, your muffled moans spilling out against Sunghoon's cock, your tears streaking down your cheeks. It was overwhelming, but in the best way, better than anything you had ever experienced, better than every fumbling encounter that left you aching and unsatisfied.
This was hunger given form, this was desire being fed by three men who knew exactly how to break you. Every flick of Heeseung's fingers, every thrust of Jake's tongue, every push of Sunghoon's cock made your stomach coil tighter and tighter, until the knot inside you threatened to snap.
And then it did.
You came so hard it tore a strangled cry out of your throat, your body convulsing with the force of it. The orgasm crashed into you violently, your back arching off the bed, your legs trembling as Jake's hands clamped down on your thighs to keep you open.
You almost bit down on Sunghoon from the shock of it, your mouth clenching, your throat spasming, and he pulled back with a sharp hiss, his hand replacing himself on your lips to keep you from choking. But Jake didn't stop; he didn't even pause. His tongue twisted deep inside you, lapping greedily at everything you gave him, his head moving side to side as if he wanted to drink you dry. He held you down through every wave, prolonging the orgasm until you thought your body might tear apart from how hard you were shaking.
"Fuck, ahâfuck, shit," Sunghoon cursed above you, his voice breaking into a groan. His grip tightened on your jaw as his release hit suddenly, hot ropes of cum splattering across your face in quick, forceful bursts. Some streaked down your lips, some across your cheeks, and one stray spurt landed in your eye, stinging faintly but drowned out by the overwhelming tide of pleasure still wrecking your body.
You barely processed it, too lost in the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasm and the relentless flicks of Heeseung's thumbs still torturing your nipples. The sensation was too much, every nerve in your body stretched taut as Jake's mouth sealed back over your clit, his tongue circling lazily as he wanted to drag every last drop of climax from you.
Your sobs broke into gasps, your chest rising sharply, your face sticky with Sunghoon's cum, your throat raw from the moans you couldn't stop. And still, Heeseung's eyes stayed locked on you, darkly watching you writhe.
"I need to fuck her already," Heeseung finally muttered, already standing.
Jake stopped what he was doing and glared at him, his jaw clenched. "Who the fuck said you were gonna be first? I was the one who talked to her. I was the one who had her on her knees until now." His hands went to his shirt, ripping it over his head before shoving his pants down impatiently, his irritation burning through every motion.
Sunghoon sighed, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded as he grabbed your shaky hand and wrapped it around his cock. "You two are always fighting about this shit," he muttered, ignoring the tension and letting you stroke him, his hips lifting slightly into your fist. His lashes fluttered shut as a low groan escaped him. "Fuck, that's it. Don't stop, baby. Just keep going. That's all I need."
"Fuck off,"Â Heeseung snapped as he took a step closer. "You've both had enough time playing with her. I've been waiting, and I'm not standing here any longer."
Your eyes darted between them, your chest rising in short, desperate pulls of breath, before landing on Sunghoon again. He was still focused only on you, his hand over yours, guiding you up and down his thick cock. "Feels so fucking good," he groaned, his voice breaking, his neck exposed as his head fell back.
"That's why I get to be the first to fuck her," Jake shot back, standing tall now, his cock hard and throbbing against his stomach. His smirk was sharp, challenging. "You were late. I've been making her drip for me."
Sunghoon leaned closer to you, his breath hot against your ear, his lips brushing the corner of your jaw. "Ignore them, baby. Just focus on me." His other hand slid around your waist, tugging you closer until his lips pressed firmly against your neck. He kissed you hard, then nipped at your skin, his teeth dragging up to your jaw before biting again. You gasped at the sting, your hand stroking him faster, your wrist straining with the effort.
"Such a good girl," he moaned, his lips vibrating against your throat. His fingers slipped down your belly until they found your soaked pussy again, circling lazily around your entrance. The teasing pressure made you jolt, your moans tumbling out helplessly as he finally pushed one finger inside. Your walls clenched instantly, wrapping tight around him, and his sharp groan against your ear told you exactly how much he liked it. "So tight," he whispered, almost to himself, before sinking another finger inside.
"Sunghoonâ" your voice broke, whimpering, the heat spreading too fast through your core as his hand worked inside you.
"Keep those pretty legs open for me, baby," he murmured, his lips dragging down to your shoulder, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. "Need to stretch this pussy for all of us. You want that, don't you? Want to take us all?"
Your only answer was a frantic nod, your lips trembling as your hand gripped his cock tighter, pumping him faster even as your own body shuddered from his fingers curling deep inside.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself too much, Sunghoon," Jake hissed, stepping forward. His hand shot out, pulling you roughly away from Sunghoon's grip.
You whined at the sudden loss, your body immediately protesting the absence of his fingers inside you.
"Shhh, darling," Jake cooed mockingly, wiping at your cum-stained face with his thumb before pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, tasting, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before pulling back with a smirk. "Me and Heeseung will make you feel so fucking good. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes," you whimpered without hesitation, nodding quickly, your desperation spilling through. You turned on your hands and knees before they could even tell you, body moving on instantly because you knew. You'd heard the whispers. You knew this was how Jake liked to fuckârough, from behind, with no mercy. "Please."
Jake's laugh was low, almost breathless as he stared at your ass. "Fuck, you don't even need to be told. So hot like this." His palm cracked against your cheek, the sting making you moan as he spread you open with his hands.
Your eyes flicked up, catching Sunghoon againâhe was watching with his lip caught between his teeth, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking lazily as his gaze devoured you.
And then your eyes trailed higher, locking with Heeseung, who was standing in front of you, holding the base of his thick cock as if offering it to you. You opened your mouth instantly, ready to take him, but instead he grabbed your chin, tilting your head until you were forced to look up at him.
You sucked in a sharp breath when Jake's tip pressed against your soaked pussy, your entire body stiffening at the stretch before he even entered. His grip on your waist was bruising, anchoring you in place.
"Shit," Jake groaned under his breath, his voice breaking into a growl as he pushed in deeper. "How long has it been since you've been fucked like this? You're tight as fuck."
Your whimpers filled the air, your eyes locked on Heeseung's as he squished your cheeks between his large hand.
"Talk," Heeseung demanded, his eyes burning down into you. "Don't just sit there like a pretty little toy. Tell us what you want. Say it."
The moment he said it, Jake shoved his cock all the way inside you, the sudden fullness making your head drop forward with a cry.
"Moan louder. Scream our names. Tell us what to do to you," Heeseung ordered, pushing you to the edge as Jake's thrusts started to slam into you from behind.
"Iâ" you stammered through gasps, your body buckling under the rhythm. "I've been dreaming of this since first year." The confession tumbled out without filter, every word dripping with desperation.
Your honesty ripped a sound from both Jake and Sunghoon, low groans that mixed with the slick sound of your body being fucked. Heeseung's gaze hardened, his nostrils flaring as his jaw clenched. Jake's thrusts grew harsher, his hips snapping against you with punishing speed.
"W-want all of you to use meâfuck me, please!" you squealed, your voice cracking as Jake's cock found that spot inside you and hit it mercilessly.
Jake's laugh was cruel, his words spilling out between moans. "Yeah? That's why you gave in so fucking easy? Thought we'd have to drag it out of you, but you just spread those legs like the slut you are." His hand clamped down on your arms, dragging you back onto his cock as he fucked you harder, each thrust shaking your body forward.
Tears pooled again in your eyes as you shook your head weakly, your voice breaking between cries. "N-not a slut! D-don't call me thatâah, f-fuck! Jake!"
But he only thrust faster, slamming into you, groaning at how you clenched so tightly around him the harder he degraded you.
"Yeah?" Jake's voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Then why the fuck are you here like this? Why are you dripping on me if you're not exactly what I called you?" His thrusts grew erratic, pounding straight into the softest spot inside you, making your knees tremble, making your nails dig into the sheets until your knuckles turned white.
You couldn't even answer him at first, because the way he was fucking you made your thoughts scatter, your mouth falling open as broken sounds spilled out. But then Heeseung was on you again, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"Come on," Heeseung murmured. His thumb brushed over your trembling bottom lip before tightening his grip on your hair, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Ignore him. Tell us what you need. Use that pretty voice."
Your chest heaved, your lashes fluttering, every nerve in your body screaming for more. "Want youâ" your voice cracked, "want you all to fill m-my pussy up." The words came out broken, but loud enough for all of them to hear. Your body arched as another wave of Jake's thrusts sent shocks of heat through you, and you sobbed through your moan. "G-give me your biggest load, make me your toy for tonightâahhh!"
Your scream broke off when Jake's hand slipped down, his fingers pinching your clit hard before slapping it over and over, sharp little bursts of pain crashing into the overwhelming pleasure. The mix had your eyes rolling back into your skull, your mouth falling open as drool slipped from the corner of your lips.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!"Â you squealed, your voice hoarse, your body jerking helplessly as the coil in your stomach twisted tight, tighter than before. Your thighs shook violently, your legs threatening to give out beneath you if it weren't for Jake's grip anchoring you in place. Every nerve screamed release, but he didn't stop, his cock drilling into you, his fingers punishing your clit until you were certain you'd break.
"Where do you want it?" Jake grunted against your neck, his thrusts almost brutal now, each one stealing the air from your lungs. "Where do you want me to cum, huh? Say it."
Heeseung tugged your hair harder, forcing your eyes to meet his again, his dark gaze pinning you as if daring you to answer wrong. Sunghoon's low groans filled the room behind them, the sound of his fist gliding over his cock only making the moment heavier.
Your lips trembled as you tried to form the words, every part of you shaking, drowning in pleasure, drowning in them.
"Anywhere," you gasped. "In my mouth, in my face, in my body, in my pussyâjust fucking cum anywhere in me!"
"Fuck!" Jake groaned. His palm came down on your clit with a sharp slap that had your legs trembling so violently, your pussy clenching down on him with merciless tightness. The shock sent your body into another wave, your scream cutting through the air as you came hard around his cock, your walls fluttering, soaking him with everything you had.
The way you pulsed around him dragged him over the edge, his hips snapping forward with reckless speed until his cock throbbed and spilled, his hot cum spilling deep inside you in thick spurts that made your stomach twist with satisfaction. The moment you felt him paint your walls, you let out a long, broken moan, almost sobbing at how good it felt, how badly you'd needed it.
Heeseung finally let go of your hair, stepping back just far enough to watch you crumble under Jake. His eyes were locked on the mess between your legs, on the sight of Jake's cock still buried in you while his cum leaked out in slow, obscene drips.
His hand slid down his abdomen until he was stroking himself openly, his jaw tight, his breathing heavy. The look in his eyes told you he was seconds away from joining, and that thought made your clit twitch with aftershocks.
Sunghoon's chest rose and fell sharply as he leaned back, still stroking his cock at a steady rhythm, his gaze locked on you. His lips parted, his breathing uneven.
Jake's body eventually stilled, his forehead damp with sweat, his chest heaving with each breath as he looked down at your trembling frame. He pulled back slowly, letting his cock slide free from your swollen pussy. The moment he did, his cum began to spill out in a steady stream, dripping down your thighs and pooling between them.
He had never finished that hard beforeâhe knew it, and from the stunned silence, so did the others. Even Heeseung's brows had furrowed at the sight, as if he couldn't believe how much you were leaking.
Your eyes fluttered half-lidded, your lashes wet with tears and sweat, your breaths shallow and uneven. Your body was heavy, limp from the storm that had wracked you, but somewhere deep inside, you found the strength to move your fingers, twitching weakly against the sheets. You weren't done. You couldn't be. You wanted moreâyou needed more. Your body begged for it, trembling but eager, your pussy clenching around nothing as if calling for another cock to fill you.
You forced your eyes open again, vision blurred with sweat and tears. And thenâ
"You're into this shit again?"
That voice. Deep, familiar voice, it cut through everythingâthe ringing in your ears, the haze in your mind, the pounding of your own heart.
Your pussy clenched instantly, as if your body recognized him before your brain could, a sharp rush of need flooding through you at just the sound.
"Took you long enough, Jay," Sunghoon muttered with a crooked smile, though his hand didn't stop stroking himself.
Jake looked up too, his chest still heaving, his hand dragging across his sweaty forehead, annoyance flickering across his features. Heeseung paused mid-stroke, his gaze narrowing, his jaw flexing as his attention shifted from you to the man at the door.
And youâyour throat went dry, your lips parted, your heart slamming painfully against your ribs. Jay was here. Finally!
A soft, broken whine left your lips as your body shifted toward him. Jay's eyes sharpened, his expression was unreadable as he stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him. His gaze swept over the room, over Jake still breathless, Sunghoon stroking himself lazily, Heeseung looming above you, and finally, it landed on youâsweaty, trembling, your face flushed and messy, your eyes wide and glassy as they reached for him.
He didn't move immediately. He just stood there, silent, his jaw tight, demanding the others explain without him saying a word.
But Heeseung didn't give him the chance. He gripped your legs firmly, dragging you down the bed until you were flush beneath him, your body spread and waiting. Jay's eyes narrowed as he caught the sight of your hand twitching toward him, so close yet so far, the longing in your movement almost pathetic in its honesty.
Before you could call out, Heeseung pinned your arms above your head, his fingers curling around your wrists with unrelenting strength. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his voice low and taunting. "No more waiting. I've already held back long enough."
And then without warning, he pushed his cock all the way into you in one brutal thrust.
Your scream ripped through the air, your body arching violently as he bottomed out, stretching you so suddenly you could hardly think. The slick of Jake's cum inside you made it easier, made it wetter, but it didn't stop the sharp, overwhelming sting of being filled again so completely, so roughly.
"Fuckâyes," Heeseung groaned, his forehead pressing briefly to your temple as he steadied himself, though his hips didn't slow. "Need to bury my dick inside this pussy before anyone else tries to stop me. If I wait another second, I'll lose my goddamn mind."
He began to pound into you without mercy, each thrust shaking your body, pushing you deeper into the mattress. The sound of it mixed with his growls and your cries until it was all one desperate rhythm. His pace was punishing, desperate, as if he needed to erase the traces Jake left behind, like he needed to make sure you remembered him the most.
Your eyes flickered open through the haze, and there's Jay.
He was still standing where he'd closed the door, but now his chest rose heavily. He was watching you, not Heeseung, not Jake or Sunghoon, but youâhis gaze locked on your face, on the way your lips trembled around moans, on the way your eyes begged for him even while another man fucked you senseless.
The sight of him like thatâstoic, his stare pinning you harder than Heeseung's grip ever couldâmade your walls spasm tight around Heeseung's cock. You couldn't move forward, couldn't reach Jay the way you wanted, Heeseung's weight pinning you down just as Jake had before. It was maddening, being fucked this hard while Jay stood so close yet untouchable.
"Look at you," Heeseung groaned, his pace ruthless, his cock battering your soaked cunt. "You're dripping, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. You love itâyou fucking love it."
And he wasn't wrong.
Your mind was spiraling, torn between the brutal pleasure flooding your body and the heat of Jay's eyes locked on you.
Heeseung's hand slid up the side of your face, his fingers pressing into your cheek as he tilted your head toward him. The moment your lips brushed against his, you melted, kissing him back feverishly, moaning into his mouth as he swallowed every sound. His thrusts didn't falter, his cock dragging mercilessly against that spot inside you that had you unraveling so quickly, another orgasm barreling through your overstimulated body before you could even brace yourself. Your legs shook violently, your cries muffled by his mouth as you shattered around him again.
Jake, still hard and needy, didn't wait any longer. He stepped closer, ignoring Jay's looming silence, his cock already heavy and dripping. Sunghoon followed, stroking himself lazily, his smirk curling as he looked down at your messy face and trembling body. Heeseung adjusted his body and hold, his hand locking tightly around your waist as he slowed just enough to grind into you deliberately, rolling his hips in a way that pressed cruelly against your swollen clit and that spongy spot inside, teasing you, forcing more whimpers from your lips even as your body tried to recover.
When Jake and Sunghoon moved to either side of your head, you reacted instantly. Both your hands reached out to wrap around them, your fingers straining around their girth. A muffled moan escaped you, your eyes fluttering, as Sunghoon leaned lower, his hand sliding to your breast, kneading it roughly.
The sensation made you gasp, your lips parting, and Jake took the opportunity to rub his cock against your tongue. You sighed in bliss, your throat vibrating as you licked the tip, your saliva mixing with the sticky fluid still clinging to him from earlier. You sucked eagerly, slurping him down before switching, letting Sunghoon feel your tongue glide along the underside of his length, licking from his base to his leaking tip. All the while, Heeseung's thrusts grew sharper, pounding harder, each one jarring your body as he lost the battle with his own restraint.
"Fuck, you really wanted this, huh?" Sunghoon groaned, watching your lips wrap around him before sliding free. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you lower, feeding himself into your mouth as his hips rolled slowly, deliberately. "Moaning with three cocks on you, and enjoying every second of it."
Your eyes watered as you let him push deeper, your throat tightening, but the messy desperation in your moans proved his words right. You pulled off with a wet gasp, kissing the head of his cock, smearing saliva across it before whispering against him.
"Love your cock... so much,"Â you breathed, your lips brushing the tip, your eyes flicking immediately past himâtoward Jay. That gnawing ache inside you swelled, and before you could stop yourself, your whine tumbled out. "Is Jay not gonna join?"
The room stilled at your words.
Jake chuckled dryly, tugging your wrist tighter around his shaft before thrusting into your hand with rough, impatient strokes. "You've got three cocks already and still not enough for you?" His voice dropped lower, his pace quickening as he fucked into your fist. "Can't even handle us together, but you're begging for more. God, you're insatiable."
Heeseung growled low in his throat, his thrusts growing faster, harsher, punishing you for even speaking Jay's name. Sunghoon hissed through his teeth as your grip on him tightened, his thumb brushing your spit-slicked lips.
"S-sorry!" you squeaked, your back arching violently as the three of them claimed every inch of your body with greedy, unrelenting hands. The sensations collided into each other, overwhelming, making it impossible to tell where one touch ended and another began.
Your skin burned under their palms, every squeeze, every slap, every tug forcing your body to twitch and your chest to heave with broken sobs of pleasure.
"Focus on us, you fucking bitch," Heeseung growled, dangerous enough to make your cunt clench so tight around him that his hips stuttered. He cursed, gripping your waist harder, his cock slamming into you with renewed force, each thrust demanding your full attention, demanding that you forget everything but him, but them.
Your eyes rolled back, your lips trembling, but you couldn't stop glancing toward Jay, couldn't stop feeling that magnetic pull toward his stare.
Jake grunted, his hand tangling roughly in your hair, yanking your head toward him as his cock brushed against your lips again. "Ignore him. You hear me? He's not the one inside you right nowâwe are. So open your fucking mouth and focus," his cockhead smearing across your tongue before pushing in, forcing your throat to stretch around him again. The taste of him mixed with the mess already dripping down your chin, and you moaned around his length, gagging slightly when he pushed deeper, his hips jerking at the sound.
Sunghoon, never content to let the others take more than him, pressed closer, his fingers pinching your nipple until you whined. "That's right. You're ours tonight, baby. All ours."
His hand slid lower, spreading you wider for Heeseung's relentless thrusts, his fingers brushing your clit in circles that made you sob.
Your words came out slurred. "Y-yours! All yours! F-fuckâI can'tâahh, I can't take itâ"
Heeseung cut you off with a growl, thrusting deeper, harder, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each movement. "Yes, you can, slut. You'll take everything I give you." Your walls clenched even tighter around him, milking his cock.
"I'm not a fucking slut!" The protest tore from your throat just as another orgasm ripped through you, your body spasming violently.
Your legs tried to slam shut against the unbearable pleasure, but Jake and Sunghoon caught them instantly, spreading you wider, keeping you open, holding you there as Heeseung continued pounding into you mercilessly. Your moan stretched high, long, broken in its desperation as tears streamed down your face.
Heeseung pulled out abruptly, your cunt fluttering around nothing, before plunging three of his fingers inside you. The sudden stretch made your entire body jolt upward, your scream breaking into sobs as he fucked his fingers into you with a brutal pace. His palm pressed hard against your clit with every thrust, his thumb flicking over the swollen bud, making your vision blur and your mind scatter.
Your body shook violently, your head thrashing from side to side, your voice rising in hysterical sobs that filled the room. "Stop! S-stop! I'm gonnaâI'm go-going to pee! Stop, wait! Please, waitâ!"
Your arms tried to push them off, tried to squirm free, but Jake and Sunghoon pinned you tighter, one hand on each wrist, one grip on each thigh, keeping you spread open for Heeseung's relentless assault.
Heeseung's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he kept driving into your pussy with his fingers, your slick coating his hand, dripping down his wrist, the sound of it loud and wet. His cock twitched angrily in his other hand as he stroked himself in slow pulls, groaning low in his chest. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't fight it. Let it out for us. Show us how much you need us."
Jake leaned closer, his lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the mess between your thighs. The obscene squelching filled his ears, making his cock ache again. "Fuckâlisten to her pussy. She's about toâ" His words cut off with a groan as his own hips rutted helplessly into the air.
Your high-pitched scream tore through the room as the dam inside you finally snapped.Â
A gush of hot liquid burst from your pussy, splattering over your stomach, your thighs, the sheets beneath you, drenching Heeseung's hand and face as he ducked lower, moaning against the spray. The force of it made your ears ring, your vision blur, your body convulse helplessly.
It was humiliating, overwhelming, devastatingly good. You sobbed openly, your face slick with tears and spit, Sunghoon's cum already drying against your skin, and now your own release coating everything around you. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your legs twitching and kicking weakly until Jake and Sunghoon finally let them fall open to the side.
You curled inward, your arms wrapping protectively over your chest, your body folding small as though you could hide. But the sheets were soaked beneath you, the air heavy with the scent of sex, the room echoing with your broken cries.
"So good," Heeseung's lips parted against your soaked skin and licked at the mess you left on his face. His eyes fluttered shut, his strokes on his cock tightening, his hand gliding through the mixture of your slick and squirt.
"Get the fuck to the side. I'm going to taste it." Jake's hand already twitched toward you, greedy and impatient.
Sunghoon's laugh came rough and breathless, his chest rising and falling as he lazily stroked himself, his eyes locked on the wet ruin between your thighs. "Bro, shut the fuck up. You already had your turn. It's my turn now."
Sunghoon leaned forward, dragging his tongue over your cheek, licking at the tears that stained your skin before pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"Step aside. I'm not done yet." Heeseung shoved Sunghoon out of his way, his hand already on your thigh, forcing your legs apart with a strength that made your body jolt.
"W-waitâ" your voice broke, a weak sniffle escaping as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving rapidly, overstimulation already threatening to unravel you further.
The stretch of your thighs, the way Heeseung's fingers pressed into your skin, it all made you flinch with both anticipation and fear. You weren't sure if you could take more, but your body betrayed you, your cunt twitching at the thought of him filling you again.
"Dude, no fun," Sunghoon muttered, irritation coloring his tone as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, still tasting you there. His cock twitched in his fist, but he leaned back with a scowl.
"Three of you step back. You can't even take care of her." Jay's voice cut through the air, commanding, silencing all of them in an instant.
Your head turned instinctively toward him. The sound of his voice sent a violent shiver down your spine, your pussy clenching around nothing as though it had been waiting only for him. Your chest hitched, your lips parting on a desperate little whimper that you couldn't hold back. "J-Jay..."
Jake scoffed from the other side of the bed, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but the flash of annoyance in his expression didn't hide the way his chest rose faster, as if even he knew Jay's presence shifted everything. "She's fine. Don't act like you're the savior now."
Jay's gaze flicked toward him, before returning to you. He moved closer until he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at your trembling body. "She's more than fine. She's a mess. Look at her." His jaw tightened as his eyes roamed over youâyour soaked thighs, your trembling legs, your chest that still rose and fell unevenly. His voice softened. "She's mine to take care of."
Heeseung growled low in his throat, clearly unwilling to back off, his body still hovering over you. "We've already broken her in. Don't come here acting like you own her now." His fingers dug into your thigh harder, spreading you wider as if to make his point.
Jay's expression didn't shift, though his eyes burned darker. "Then move. Or I'll make you."
You breathe heavily, looking at the both of them. And youâyour body trembled violently, torn apart by the clash of their voices, but deep down you knew what you wanted. Your lips quivered, the words slipping out before you could stop yourself. "I... I want Jay..."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Heeseung froze above you, his eyes narrowing dangerously, while Jake let out a low laugh, though the jealousy in it was sharp. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, biting his lip as though amused but also curious to see what Jay would do.
Jay leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush your messy hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle after all the roughness you'd endured. His thumb stroked over your damp cheek, wiping at the dried tears. His gaze softened as he looked at you.
"Here I thought I was your favorite," Heeseung muttered, finally releasing the tight grip he had on your leg. Beneath the teasing, a mix of bitterness and disappointment that made your chest ache even in your haze.
Jake snorted, throwing a smirk in Heeseung's direction. "Don't flatter yourself. She probably still thinks you're her number one. She just wants another cock inside her because that's what sluts do." His words were cruel, but his retreat was obvious, stepping back from you, his chest still heaving.
Heeseung only shrugged at that, but his eyes flicked to you once more before he turned his head away.
Your lips trembled, guilt and shame mixing with the raw need still burning inside you. You tilted your head toward Jay, your voice coming out as the weakest of whispers. "D-do you want me to clean up first?" The moment the words left your mouth, your chest tightenedâafraid he might flinch, afraid he might see you the same way Jake just called you.
But Jay only smiled softly, shaking his head as though the thought was absurd. "It's alright, angel."
The simple reassurance broke something in you. Your eyes stung all over again, but before the tears could spill, his mouth was already moving lower, pressing a trail of unhurried kisses along your inner thigh. Each press of his lips lingered. By the time his lips hovered just above your swollen core, his pointed nose brushing lightly over your sensitive clit, your back had already arched off the sheets in anticipation.
You gasped softly, when his tongue finally slid against you. Hot, steady, and so focused, his tongue swirled around your folds before slipping inside you, teasing your oversensitive walls with a precision that made your breath catch in your throat. The contrast to the brutal pace you'd been enduring was staggeringâhe wasn't just eating you out, he was savoring you.
Your hands flew instinctively to his hair, trembling fingers tangling into his dark strands as you moaned helplessly, your chest rising and falling with every wave of sensation he drew from you. "J-Jay..." His name slipped from your lips brokenly.
He hummed against your cunt at the sound, the vibration making you twitch as his tongue moved deeper, stroking places inside you that made your toes curl. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you still when your thighs tried to clamp shut around his head from the overwhelming pleasure.
Behind him, you could feel the others watchingâHeeseung's silence heavy, Jake's low scoff, Sunghoon's quiet hum of approvalâbut all of it blurred into the background when Jay moaned against you, drinking you down.
You whimpered, tugging at his hair as your hips bucked weakly into his mouth. "S-so good... I can't, I c-can't hold itâ"
Jay pulled back just enough to glance up at you, his lips glistening with your slick, his eyes dark but soft. "Then don't. Let go for me, angel. Just me."
And with that, he dipped his head again, his tongue flicking against your clit with quick, precise strokes while his fingers slid inside you, curling expertly until you were screaming, until your body was trembling so hard you thought it might break apart.
Jay let go of your trembling body, his lips brushing once more against your temple before he finally shifted back. The bed dipped under his weight as he knelt at the edge, the leather of his belt creaking faintly as his fingers tugged at the buckle.
You knew the night had only just begun, but here in this room it already felt like you had been devoured whole, like there was no way out.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Jay's voice broke through, deceptively calm, his palm gliding down the curve of your thigh, rubbing in a slow rhythm as if coaxing you into trust.
Your lashes fluttered, your chest seizing as though his words had cut the air straight out of your lungs. "H-Huh?" Your voice cracked, eyes wide, searching his expression for some sign of softness that might match the way he'd just held you.
From your left, Jake let out a muffled laugh, the sound harsh against the fragile silence that followed your confusion.
Jay's hand didn't falter. He pressed a little higher on your thigh, the pads of his fingers stroking, teasing, until finally one circled lower, grazing a place that had never been touched this way before.
His tone was as gentle as before, almost sickeningly so. "I asked," he repeated slowly, "have you ever been fucked in your ass, angel?"
The tip of his finger brushed against your rim and you gasped, the breath caught sharp in your throat as heat and panic flared all at once. Your body jolted, betraying you. You couldn't even find the words, your head turning automatically toward the other three. Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoonâall three watching you intently, not a single one offering you an escape.
You shook your head quickly, shame coloring your cheeks as your voice finally stumbled out. "N-No..."
Jay's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "On your arms and knees, then. I'll be gentle with you."
The smile was soft, but you could already feel the deception in it. You should've known by nowâJay only looked gentle when he wanted you to obey.
Your tears hadn't even dried when you felt his finger pressing more firmly at your rim, the tight, foreign intrusion making your body stiffen. The burn was immediate, sharp, a sensation your body didn't know how to handle. He twisted his finger slowly, deliberately, and the stretch made you whimper, your hands clawing desperately at the sheets.
"C-can't take it," you cried, shaking your head, your vision blurring again. Your body writhed under him, desperate for someoneâanyoneâto stop him.
"Hurts, Sunghoon. It hurts!" Your arm reached blindly for him, searching for comfort.
And Sunghoon leaned in instantly, catching your reaching hand, his lips brushing your temple in mock sympathy. "Shh," he cooed, the sound almost tender if not for the wicked edge beneath it. "I thought you were a good girl? You've been dreaming about us for so long, haven't you? This is what you wanted."
Your sobs shook your chest, but your body betrayed you againâclenching around Jay's finger, trembling from every deliberate twist.
On your other side, Heeseung moved closer, crouching low until his chest brushed against your arm. He caught your free hand and guided it toward him, pressing your palm around his cock. "Come on, baby. Use those hands. Don't just cry. Make yourself useful while Jay breaks you in."
Jay's finger pushed deeper, the slow stretch pulling another ragged sob from your throat. He watched you closely, his jaw tight, his cock already heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily. His lips curved again, "relax, angel. Breathe. I'll make it hurt less if you beg me properly."
When Jay finally pulled his finger free, your body sagged in reliefâbut it was short-lived. The sharp tear of foil reached your ears, and your stomach flipped as the sound registered. You forced your head to lift, desperate to see him, but Sunghoon's hand kept you locked in place, his grip so firm on your hair that you couldn't move. He angled you down toward Heeseung's cock again, your mouth spreading open around him until you gagged.
You heard the faint snap of latex as Jay rolled the condom down his thick length, the squirt of lube slicking the air before his fist wrapped around himself, stroking with slow pumps. You tried to tilt your head to catch a glimpse, but Sunghoon tugged hard, forcing you to choke around Heeseung's cock. Your throat tightened painfully as you coughed against the intrusion.
"Hmpâ!"Â Your cry was muffled, spilling against Heeseung's cock as Jay pressed forward. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your rim, stretching you in ways you weren't prepared for.
Jay's groan vibrated through the room, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you wider, making you tremble as the burn ignited again.
Your throat was stuffed with Heeseung's cock, and every shallow thrust into your mouth came with another humiliating gulp, gulp, gulp. Each noise mingled with Jay's ragged breathing as he sank himself slowly into your ass.
By the time his cock buried itself halfway, your hands had flown to Heeseung's thighs in desperation, nails scratching down his skin as your throat tried to adjust. Heeseung hissed sharply at the sting, then abruptly pulled out, your mouth gasping for air as you coughed and sobbed.
"Bitch,"Â he spat, slapping your cheek with enough force to sting. Your head tilted from the impact, tears spilling harder as you whimpered against the mattress, your body trembling uncontrollably.
The sound of the slap cracked through the roomâand the shift in the air was instant. Jay froze, his dark eyes snapping up, his jaw tight. Slowly, he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his cock still halfway inside your ass as he fixed his glare on Heeseung.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?"
"She fucking scratched meâ" Heeseung started.
Jay's glare sharpened, cutting him off. His hand curled around your hip, steadying you as he leaned closer until his lips brushed your ear, his words meant for both you and Heeseung. "Apologize. To her. Now."
Heeseung's jaw flexed, annoyance flashing in his eyes, but under Jay's burning stare, he finally muttered, "...Sorry."
You sniffled, your face pressed to the sheets, too shaken to respond. Jay's grip on your hip softened just enough for his thumb to caress you. "You okay, hmm?"
You swallowed hard, unable to find your voice, and forced yourself to nod against the sheets. Your chest rose and fell in shuddering waves, but you needed him to believe you could take it.
Jay hummed softly, almost like praise. "That's it. Breathe for me, angel. Let me in. Don't hold back." His hips pressed forward again. The intrusion stretched you open slowly, your body fighting to keep up with his size. The burn sharpened into an unbearable sting, and you screamed into the mattress, toes curling tight against the sheets as you struggled not to collapse.
Sunghoon's hand smoothed over your hair, patting your head with a tenderness, so comforting that make you whimper. "Good girl," he whispered, as though you needed his approval just to keep breathing.
Then Heeseung moved closer, his hand sliding between your thighs to press against your soaked pussy.
"Sorry, baby." His palm cupped you carefully, you flinched at first, but when he leaned in, his lips closing over your nipple, sucking hard, the sharp edge of pain dulled under a rush of pleasure. The shift made your back arch violently, the cry that tore from you high and desperate.
"Ahh! F-fuck!" you screamed, voice cracking, torn between pain and bliss.
Jay grunted at the way your body squeezed around him, his hand wrapping tightly around your arm to pull it back behind you like a lever. His other hand gripped your shoulder firmly, anchoring you while his hips snapped forward with force. Each thrust sent a wet smack echoing through the room, skin colliding with a punishing rhythm.
Heeseung groaned against your chest, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his fingers pressed harder into your clit, rubbing circles that sent shocks of sensation racing through your trembling body. The mixture of Jay's brutal thrusts and Heeseung's eager mouth had you thrashing.
You never thought being filled that way could drag such a storm out of you. The sting that had first made you sob now twisted into something overwhelming, a blend of fire and honey that made your body betray you with every clench. Each thrust blurred the line between pain and euphoria until you couldn't separate one from the other, only the dizzy rush that kept forcing cries from your throat.
At some point, you lost track of who was where.
You were a doll passed between them, shifted and handled, your body too pliant to resist, too consumed by sensation to understand the movement until it was already happening.
When Jay lifted you with an arm hooked under your ribs, carrying your trembling weight as though you were light as air, your limbs hung loose, hair falling forward like a curtain, your head lolling against his chest. The world was hazy, sound muffled except for their voices and the unrelenting rhythm of flesh against flesh.
You moaned uncontrollably, the sound spilling out of you even before Sunghoon pushed inside your swollen pussy. He didn't wait, he didn't teaseâhe slid in deep, and the stretch dragged another cry out of your throat.
Jake positioned himself over you, his hands squeezing your tits roughly, pressing them together around the length of his cock. He thrusted between them with a feral need, groaning at the slick heat as he forced you to keep your trembling arms raised so you couldn't rest, so none of them were ignored.
Your muscles screamed, the burn in your shoulders mixing with the fire between your legs. Yet the harder it became to hold on, the more your moans broke apart into helpless sobs.
"Shit! So fucking good!" Sunghoon moaned, usually he was silent, the one who held back while the others filled the air, but now his restraint had shattered. His moans came rough and guttural, pulled from his chest with every thrust, his expression twisting into something close to pure bliss. Each time his hips met yours, the sound that tore from his throat was louder, rawer, until you realized he was trembling tooâlosing himself in you just as much as you were unraveling under him.
Your vision blurred at the edges, tears clinging to your lashes, the ringing in your ears drowning out everything but their voices and the wet sounds of bodies colliding. Orgasms tore through you one after another, piling so fast you couldn't separate them anymore. You were trapped in the spiral of it, begging without thought, "Y-yes, fuck, yesâI can't stopâI need itâplease, don't stop!"
Your body betrayed you completely, arching up even as you wanted to collapse. The adhesive gems clinging to your eyelids sparkled faintly under the light, miraculously still in place as your eyes rolled back, your tongue slipping free from your mouth with no strength left to hold it in. You were a mess, unrecognizable even to yourself, but they devoured every second of it.
Jake groaned low in his chest as his cock pulsed, spilling over your tits, hot ropes covering your skin until you were painted in him. He slapped your chest once more, watching it smear across your breasts before stumbling back, his body giving out as he dropped onto the mattress, panting heavily, drained but satisfied.
The moment you were freed from him, your lips were claimed again. Heeseung and Jay's mouths fought for space against yours, kissing you with different kinds of urgencyâJay deep and consuming, Heeseung sharp and demanding. Their lips pulled moans out of you you didn't even know you had left, your eyes shut tight as your mouth parted helplessly between them.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon's cock dragged deeper inside you, angling until it brushed that spot that made your whole body spasm. The rhythm of his thrusts grew steadier, more desperate, his hips slamming into you with a pace that made your chest heave and your breath hitch against the mouths kissing yours. He was unrelenting, he couldn't stop himself, your body had unlocked something in him he never wanted to let go of.
Sunghoon's control shattered first. His jaw clenched, veins standing out along his neck as he pushed deeper, his movements rough and unsteady, every thrust dragging a desperate sound from him. His eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back, a moan ripping from his throat as his stomach tightened, the pleasure consuming him faster than he could handle. He bit down on his lip, but it wasn't enough to stifle the way his body shook while his cock throbbed violently inside you.
You felt the hot flood of his release filling you in long, uncontrollable spurts. It spread thick through your core, making your walls clench tighter as though your body wanted to keep him there, to hold every drop.
The sensation was so overwhelming that your back arched high into Jay's chest. He caught you easily, his large hand spreading over your breast and kneading. His lips swallowed your broken moans, his tongue sliding deep until you whimpered against him, unable to keep up.
Your hips jerked when Sunghoon finally spilled the last of his release, the force of it pushing some of his cum to seep out around his cock. He slumped forward, chest heaving, but his grip on your waist betrayed his reluctance to leave you. He wanted to stay buried, to keep claiming youâbut his body gave out, and with a low groan he pulled free, his length glistening as it slid from your swollen cunt.
The loss of him left you trembling, and before you could even breathe, Heeseung was already there. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your slick folds without hesitation. He rubbed over your swollen clit in tight circles, faster, sharper, and your lips tore away from Jay's kiss to scream, your cry echoing through the room as a new wave of sensation tore through you.
Sunghoon's cum was still dripping from your pussy when Heeseung's fingers slapped against your sensitive clit. The sharp sting made your hips spasm, jerking upward uncontrollably, the sound of the wet slap filling the room. Your thighs shook, but Jay's hand on your chest kept you pressed firmly against him, forcing you to take it all.
"So fucking hot," Jay groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down just enough to leave a mark. He soothed the bite with his tongue before sucking at the spot, leaving his claim branded into your skin while you cried softly beneath him.
"Come on," Heeseung coaxed. He gave your clit another sharp slap that made you gasp, your entire body twitching. "Breathe. Deep. You've still got two cocks waiting for you."
Your body was trembling, the exhaustion in your muscles fighting against the need clawing through your veins. Every part of you screamed for a pause, a moment of stillness, but your lips betrayed you, spilling soft, broken words into the heated air.
"...cock... want more..." you whispered, not even sure if you meant to say it out loud, but the second it left your mouth, they moved.
They shifted you onto Heeseung first, his broad chest rising under your palms as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your thighs burned as you straddled him, but you couldn't stop yourself from lowering down, grinding until his thick tip slid past your folds, the friction making your entire body quiver.
Heeseung's eyes darkened immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he guided you, feeling the way your heat stretched around him.
Jay stood behind you, his movements methodical as he tore open another condom with his teeth. He rolled the latex down over his length with one hand, the other already spreading over your lower back, holding you steady. His touch was careful, deceptively gentle, even as you felt the blunt press of his cock teasing your other entrance.
The stretch made you scream, your head snapping back to his shoulder as his cock slowly pushed inside your ass. Your tits arched forward, bouncing in Heeseung's face, and he groaned like he was seeing heaven itself, his mouth immediately latching onto one nipple. His tongue flicked hard before he began sucking greedily, moaning against your skin, drowning himself in the taste of you might keep him from unraveling completely.
He told himself not to get attached, not to think beyond the raw act of it but as he looked up, catching the sight of your face twisted with both pain and euphoria, your lashes damp with tears, your lips parted, your flushed cheeks glowing, he was gone. So fucking pretty, too pretty for this. His chest tightened, his teeth sinking into his lip, half-lidded eyes watching you lose yourself while he thrust up into you.
"Ahhâfuck! S-so good! Feels so good!" you sobbed, your voice breaking as both of them found their rhythm inside you.
Jay's arm slid tighter around your middle, pulling you back against him, while his other hand anchored hard on your shoulder.
Each drive of his hips made your body lurch forward, and every time he withdrew, Heeseung thrust upward to meet you, their cocks colliding through the thin barrier inside you. The pressure was relentless, unbearable yet addicting. You felt so full, so completely wrecked, yet you didn't want them to stop.
Your head fell back against Jay's shoulder, your throat exposed, your lips trembling as the sounds poured out of you unrestrained. His gaze locked onto you, never wavering, watching every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every blissful break in your voice.
His stomach coiled tight when he saw you smile through your moans, blissful grin that said you were floating in a haze beyond reason.
And thenâwhen you let out a delirious laugh, drunk on cock and pleasureâboth he and Heeseung nearly lost control.
"Shit... fuck, look at her," Heeseung moaned against your chest, thrusts erratic as your pussy clenched harder, milking him. His thumb found your clit again, circling with ruthless precision, making your hips twitch violently in their hold.
"Fucking cockdrunk," Jake muttered from the side, his voice strained, his hand already wrapped tight around his cock as he stroked himself, eyes devouring the sight of you stuffed full between Jay and Heeseung.
"Unbelievable..." Sunghoon hissed, though his body betrayed his words as his cock hardened again at the sight. His chest rose sharply, his jaw tightening as his eyes burned into you, unable to look away.
And youâyou were flying. Your entire body trembled, sweat dripping down your back, every nerve set alight as two cocks pounded into you in perfect rhythm, stretching you in ways you never thought you could handle. You weren't just moaning anymoreâyou were laughing, delirious, euphoric, because nothing had ever felt this good. The world outside didn't exist. There was only this. Only them. Only the way your body sang under their hands, under their cocks.
You were living your best fucking life, and in that moment, you knew you never wanted it to end.
"ShitâI'm gonna cum," Heeseung groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his thrusts grew uneven. You couldn't help yourself, couldn't stop your body from pushing back onto his cock, greedy for every last inch.
"Need itâplease, I need you to cum inside meâdon't hold back," you moaned.
Jay tightened his bicep around your throat, dragging you flush against him as his lips pressed against your temple. "Take it, angel. Take all of him."
The heat in your chest exploded when Heeseung moaned loud and emptied inside you. The sound of his voice made your heart lurch even as your own orgasm tore through you again. Your walls clenched so violently that his cock twitched helplessly, spilling thicker and thicker ropes of cum until you could feel the weight of it stretching your stomach. The mess spilled from the corners of your folds, warm streams dripping down your thighs.
But before the haze could settle, Jay's voice cut through. "Pull out, Heeseung. It's my turnâI want to cum in her too." His arm around your throat tightened, pulling you higher onto him, your back arching as his cock slid free from your ass, still painfully hard.
Heeseung hesitated, his chest heaving, his eyes narrowing like he didn't want to let go of the heat he'd buried himself in. He gave a sharp exhale of frustration but finally withdrew, his cock wet and shining as he let you slip from him.
Jay didn't waste a second. He yanked off the condom, tossing it carelessly aside, then pushed his length inside your pussy still dripping with Heeseung's load. The stretch burned, but the mix of fluids made him slide in effortlessly, and the sensation had your toes curling instantly.
"Fuckâfuck, she's so wet," Jay groaned, his forehead pressing against the side of your head. His pace was punishing, his hips snapping against your ass as his hand gripped your hip to anchor himself.
"Can't hold itâgonna fill youâ"
The moment he buried himself deep, his body stiffened, and he spilled hot inside you. His growl vibrated against your ear, the sound of his release mixing with your own helpless moans. You could feel it, the pulse of his cock as he filled you so completely that the mix of him and Heeseung spilled back out, dripping into a sticky mess beneath you.
It took a long moment before they both released you, your body sagging limp between them. You barely had the strength to move when Jake stepped forward, his hand already pumping his length with urgency, his eyes locked on your face. Sunghoon moved with him, their cocks standing tall, both of them crowding your view as you were laid down on your back.
"Open up, baby," Jake ordered.
Your lips parted, tongue falling out on instinct, the salty taste of precum already smearing across it as they fisted themselves harder. Their groans overlapped as thick spurts painted your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, dripping down your neck and into your hair. You swallowed what you could, eyes rolling back at the sheer dirtiness of it, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.
You stared blankly at the ceiling, vision hazy, ears ringing so loud it felt like you were underwater. Your head was spinning, the room tilting, but your body was already being turned again.
Your limbs flopped uselessly as Jake forced his cock back to hardness, guiding himself to your ass, while Heeseung gripped your legs wide, holding you open as though your exhaustion didn't matter.
One by one, they took their turns again, each of them sliding into your abused body, spilling more inside until it felt like there wasn't any part of you left untouched. Your mind was gone, floating somewhere else, your mouth hanging open without sound, and still, they didn't stop.
The last thing you remembered was Sunghoon's icy hands spreading your folds, his voice low with awe as he stared at the mess dripping from your swollen used pussyâthick white streams still spurting.
And then you passed out, swallowed by the overwhelming haze of pleasure and exhaustion, your body twitching even in unconsciousness, your mind lost in the aftershocks of everything they had done.
You woke with a body that felt heavier than stone, every inch aching. The room was quiet except for the soft snores surrounding you.
You shivered, realizing the air was cold against your damp hair and clammy skin, only to notice the weight of arms draped over youâtwo different hands anchoring you in place. One was around your waist, pulling you back into a solid chest, the other rested lazily on your hip.
You blinked hard, trying to gather yourself, and only then did you notice you were clothed, though barely. Someone had slipped a shirt over you, but it was hiked up high, baring most of your thighs. Heart pounding, you tilted your head, your breath catching when you saw Jay's face so close to yours. His features were peaceful, his brows relaxed, lips parted just slightly as a soft groan escaped him. Even in sleep, he pulled you tighter into his chest.
"What the fuck..." you whispered under your breath, pulse racing as heat rushed to your cheeks.
Your gaze dropped lower and froze. Sunghoon's head rested against your chest, lips slack and still attached to your nipple. His hand was curled around your waist too, fingers twitching. The memory of his face twisted in pleasure, his voice breaking with moans, hit you so hard that your thighs clenched instinctively.
You stifled a sound, your whole face burning.
Carefully, with your fingers trembling, you began to pry their hands off one by one, moving Jay's arm and slipping Sunghoon's hand back over his own body. It felt like sneaking out of something you weren't supposed to survive. But before you could breathe in relief, your eyes darted downwardâand you almost screamed.
At the foot of the bed, sprawled across like he owned the space, was Jake. His cheek was pressed into the mattress, lips parted as he breathed heavily, his bare chest rising and falling. He looked so soft like this, so far from the rough, taunting voice that had wrecked you just hours ago.
Your stomach flipped.
"What the hell..." you whispered again, a little louder this time, biting your lip as panic swirled in your chest. You couldn't stay here. Not with the memories flashing in your head.
Ignoring the deep ache in your thighs and the heaviness weighing down your limbs, you tiptoed around them, snatching your heels and dress from the table. The sound of the zipper sliding into place echoed too loudly in your ears as you tried to dress as quietly as possible.
When you finally slipped out and pulled the door shut behind you, you pressed your back against it, exhaling sharply. Relief barely lasted a second before you froze again.
Someone was sitting in the living room.
Heeseung was perched on the couch, phone in hand, his tall frame hunched slightly forward. The glow of the screen lit his sharp features, but the second the door clicked shut, his head snapped up. His eyes widened as if he hadn't expected you to actually walk out. In a blur, he was standing, pocketing his phone.
"Hey," his voice came out softer than you remembered.
Your whole body stiffened, eyes wide, your pulse hammering in your throat. The room was quiet but the weight of his presence filled it, and you could feel your heart fluttering in panicâor maybe dangerously close to longing.
"It's just five-thirty," he said, glancing briefly at the window where the faintest gray of dawn was creeping in. "We finished at four. Are you... already leaving?"
Your throat was dry. Fuck. He was talking to you. Just standing there, bare-faced and raw from the night before, his voice carrying none of the arrogance it once did. You wanted to respond, but your mouth betrayed you, stuck in silence. You could only stare at him, your gaze trembling before you forced it away, too shy, too ashamed, too overwhelmed.
Heeseung shifted his weight, his Adam's apple bobbing as though he was working up the nerve. Then, in a tone that was almost uncertain, he asked, "Were we too rough?"
You blinked up at him, startled.
"I..." you started, but the words stuck.
His jaw tightened, eyes flickering before he let out a low sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture that didn't fit the man who had held you down hours earlier. His voice dropped lower, rough with regret. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you like that. I just... I got carried away."
The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes searched yours like he needed you to believe him, made your chest ache. You didn't trust yourself to speak, your throat felt raw, so you simply nodded, awkward and small, hoping it was enough.
He was fumbling, caught off guard by the weight of his own thoughts. For the first time, he seemed unsure.
Heeseung had always respected the girls they brought into this kind of mess, but responsibility was something he usually left to Jay, who carried gentleness. Yet with you, the urge was different. It was tugging at him in a way he couldn't ignore, and it unsettled him more than he'd ever admit.
His tongue darted over his lips, his brows knitting together as he shifted closer, still cautious of your fragile state. "Do you... want to leave? IâuhâI can get my car, or call someone, orâwait." He cut himself off, unsure what offer would make sense, what you even needed from him right now.
You shook your head quickly, your hands clinging to your heels. Your voice came out almost too small to hear, but you forced the words past your lips. "T-thank you. I-I can manage myself. Th-thank you... so much."
It was rushed, shaky, like you needed to get it out before your voice betrayed the truth of how fragile you felt. Without waiting for his response, you turned away, your bare feet carrying you in tiny, stumbling steps toward the door. Each step hurt, your body reminding you of everything from last night, but you pressed forward anyway, desperate to escape the heaviness in the room.
"Waitâwhat's yourâ" Heeseung started, his hand twitching forward as if he could reach you. But the words fell flat, caught in his throat, and he stopped himself before finishing. His lips pressed together in frustration, a quiet curse slipping under his breath. His eyes followed the curve of your back, the fragile sway of your shoulders, the sound of your unsteady footsteps echoing.
"...number."
The word left him softer than a whisper, too late, almost swallowed by the empty space you left behind.
He stood there for a long moment, staring at the door you'd just disappeared through, torn between running after you and letting you go. His jaw clenched, his hand raking through his hair as he sank back down onto the couch.
He couldn't shake the image of youâthe way your eyes had rolled back in bliss, the way you had laughed in the middle of it all, the way you looked at him now as if you wanted to disappear.
And Heeseung felt a kind of defeat that left his chest heavy. First, he was pissed that Jay, of all people, had managed to pull your attention more than once that night. Second, he hadn't even gotten the chance to really enjoy you the way he wanted, not fully, not the way that would have been enough. And thirdâworst of allâhe didn't even know your full name, or what department you were in, or anything beyond that single night where you'd let yourself unravel in his arms and under his hands.
"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, frustrated at the gnawing ache in his chest. You were too pretty, too delicate, too intoxicating, and it infuriated him that Sunghoon and Jake had gotten their way with you first, splitting you open before he ever had the chance to claim you for himself. The thought of them having your "first" and sharing you so easily left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted you whole, wanted you alone, wanted more than the scraps of a night shared with three others.
Heeseung realized this wasn't just another nameless, faceless memory to throw away. He didn't want this to be the last time. He wanted more of youâyour laugh, your trembling voice, your warmth pressed against him. The only thing he had left was the trace of your scent, still lingering faintly on his skin and in the air, that floral sweetness that he couldn't shake no matter how many showers he took. It drove him mad.
"Hey, I tried your perfume and it doesn't smell nearly as nice on me as it does on you."Â
Your classmate pouted, watching you rub lotion into your arms after swim class. Her tone was playful, but her eyes lingered longer than usual, narrowing slightly at the fading bruises that scattered along your thighs.
"âWait, are you okay? What's with all these marks?" she asked, her voice shifting, curious but edged with concern as her gaze dropped to your legs, then caught on your wrist where faint discoloration still traced your skin.
You forced a small smile, your hands moving carefully as though the weight of her stare could dig deeper into your body. "Anemia," you said lightly. "You know how it gets sometimes."
She frowned, unconvinced, but didn't press further. You focused on squeezing another bit of lotion into your palm, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. The bottle was nearly empty, and you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should buy another or try something different.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since your body had been pushed to its limit, since you had let yourself fall apart in the arms, mouths, and cocks of four men who you never should have gotten tangled with.
As much as it thrilled you to remember, you knew it wasn't something you could ever share. Not with your classmates, not with anyone. This was yours alone.
And so, you smiled at your friend, pretending everything was normal, while inside, you cherished the memory of a night you swore you'd never tell.
You tied your damp hair back, the strands clinging to your neck as you tugged on a sweatshirt and shorts. A light mist of perfume lingered as you sprayed your wrists, your throat, the curve of your shoulder, even down your spine as though you could drown yourself in that sweet comfort.
"God, you smell so good again," your friend whined, fanning herself dramatically. You only chuckled and brushed her off, slipping your bag onto your shoulder before following the group.
The conversation turned quickly, as it always seemed to these days.
"How come those fuckboys keep throwing parties and we never hear a word after? It's like magic," one girl scoffed, and the others broke into agreement, voices overlapping with laughter.
"Right? I swear they must be fucking someone every time," another chimed in, clapping her hands for emphasis. "No way they're just drinking. But no one ever talks. Likeâever."
Their voices carried ahead of you while you trailed behind, smiling faintly, shaking your head as if their words were just another baseless rumor. Inside, though, your chest tightened. If only they knew. If only they could imagine half of what had happened that night. But you weren't about to let them. You had no intention of ever telling a single soul.
That night was a secret carved into you, and the four of them had reputations built on silenceâno communication, no strings, no trace.
You sighed, crouching down to fix your shoelace, the chatter of your classmates fading as they moved further down the hall. One of them called your name over their shoulder, urging you to hurry, but before you could respond, the sound of measured steps came closer. A shadow cut across the floor in front of you.
You froze.
Slowly, your gaze lifted from the shoes planted right in front of you. And your heart stopped.
"Found you,"Â a low voice drawled, threaded with satisfaction, almost a taunt.
Gasps erupted behind you, your classmates halting in their tracks.
Your eyes widened. Heeseung was really there, standing over you in broad daylight, surrounded by people, breaking his own rules without hesitation. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
Then, without warning, he crouched down in front of you. The tall, untouchable Heeseungâthe one who ignored every girl who chased after him, who made it clear he wanted nothing to do with messy attentionâwas kneeling, his long fingers brushing over your loose shoelace.
"I had a hard time finding you," he muttered, not loud enough for anyone but you to hear. His tone was casual, but his jaw was tight, his movements sharp with frustration as he tied the knot in one clean motion. "It really pissed me off, you know?"
Your throat went dry. Heat crawled up your neck, spreading across your face until you felt the tips of your ears burn.
Why? Why was he here? Why was he talking to you? This wasn't the Heeseung everyone else knew. He never lowered himself like thisânot in front of everyone, not where people could see. He shut girls down without a glance, his cold indifference the very thing that made them chase harder. Yet here he was, focused on you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.
Around you, your classmates whispered furiously, unable to hide their shock. Some covered their mouths, others exchanged wide-eyed looks, but no one dared step closer.
"Can we talk?" His voice was steady, but softer than you expected, almost coaxing.
When you finally dared to look at him, his eyes caught yours. They weren't the eyes of the cold, untouchable Heeseung everyone claimed to know. No, they were gentle, wide, almost disarming, like he was looking through you and not just at you. He smiledâsmall, sweet, almost shyâand your lips trembled against the sudden wave of nerves.
"H-Huh?" Your voice cracked embarrassingly.
Before you could gather yourself, he reached forward and plucked your bag from your shoulder. His hand found yours in the same motion, his long fingers curling around your palm. The contact made your knees weaken, a sharp rush of heat flooding your chest.
Heeseung was holding your hand. Heeseung, who never even let girls close enough to breathe the same air without brushing them off, was lacing his fingers with yours in front of everyone!
"Let's get out of here first, hmm?" His tone carried a teasing lilt, but his grip on your hand was firm.
You could hardly process as he tugged you gently in the opposite direction, away from your frozen classmates whose whispers grew louder. Each step with him felt surreal, like walking straight into a dream you weren't ready for but couldn't pull away from.
Then, as if to seal the knot of heaviness swirling in your chest, his head tilted close, his breath warm against your ear.
best friends who share everything⊠including their side chick.
đë°ì±í & ìŹìŹì€& ë°ìą ì± x fem readerđ baby, is it me or are you doing something to me? when you smile, itâs shining, but for some reason, youâre lying inside. dangerously, youâre beautiful. you slowly came to me, my dilemma like a habit. â baby don't like it, nct127 ⫶ đmasterlistê±
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content advisory heavy infidelity/cheating, lowkey polyamory? possessiveness, side chick, jay is a football player, jake is a nerd, toxic relationship, moral ambiguity, hoes before bros or whatever, no one's a good person here, mentioned of underage drinking (1), kinda sunghoon biased i'm so sorry, non proofread!
smut advisory foursome (fmmm), very nasty mayne, different sex scenes, squirt, fingering, cum stuffing, oral, fellatio, pussy licking/sucking, lots of making out jesus, dirty talk, profanity, locker room fucking, creampie, cumshot, tit play, jake's in love with your tits and sunghoon can't stop kissing you, flirting, jay's gentler than the others, jake is lowkey a softdom/sub, sunghoon's a hard-dom and mean, use of slut, whore, cumdump etc. doggy style, side-fucking, missionary, creampie after creampie, car sex, hotel sex... might miss out some but pls.
growing up as a trioâjake, sunghoon, and jay always, and always made sure that no secrets are kept from one another. from highschool, and attending the same college, they stuck together like glueârooming in the same dorm block, sharing the same lateânight runs, copying each otherâs work despite not taking the same major but shared classes.
they called themselves 02z (and sunghoon always thought that it was corny) and no matter what happened, the rule was simple: no secrets. everything got laid out on the tableâthe good, the bad, the ugly, and the embarrassing.Â
and theyâd proven it time and time again.
like the time jake got stupidly drunk at a house party at the age of seventeen, and jay had to haul his halfâconscious ass back through the window of his bedroom while sunghoon knocked on the front door and entertained jakeâs father from finding out.
or the time jay accidentally broke the schoolâs window and to prevent him from getting suspended and kicked out of the football team, jake stepped forward and took the blameââi threw it too hard to impress a girl, sorry.â he flashed that innocent puppy smile and accepted the weekâs detention without complaint. jay never forgot it and paid him back by covering his shifts for two whole weeks.
but the real payment was the tighter bond between them.
âride or die,â sunghoon had said once. and in a world where friendships were shallow and people stabbed each other in the back, the three of them were unbreakable. like a stream of water, it cannot be cutâ
but even the strongest stream can be diverted when the faucet is turned.
ââ
 funny enoughâthe first time jay saw you was during one of his football friendly matches.Â
it was a casual friday afternoon game, nothing serious, just the medic faculty versus the business for bragging rights and free drinks afterward. jay was on the field in his number 99 jersey, sweat already soaking the back of his neck under the orange sun.
his girlfriend, minji, was sitting in the small bleachers with a couple of her friends, waving at him every time he glanced her way. heâd blown her a kiss before the whistle, the perfect boyfriend move that made his teammates tease him later.
and you werenât even supposed to be there for him.Â
you were merely just a friend with one of the strikers in his teamâand had come along because he (martin) had begged you to at least pretend to cheer so he doesnât look like a loser. you sat on the grass near the sidelines, knees pulled up in those pretty shorts and prettier top.Â
you werenât attention seeking or loud, but jay found his eyes travelling to you more often than heâd like to. light, genuine laughter that cut through the noise of the field and scored him square in the chest. he almost lost the ball.
and if it wasnât after the match that everyone gathered near the benches to talk about what happened and martin pulled you in to join the conversation. you, being youselfâever so friendly and talkative you, even prettier up close and funnier than most girls he knowâchatted with the rest of the boys like youâd known them for months.
jay stood there, still catching his breath, tower slung over his shoulder, watching you. the conversation flowed naturally and he found himself grinning wider than he should, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved when you smiled.
âyou played so well. even if your team totally got lucky on that last goal,â you commented, casually sitting next to jay on the bench. jay laughed, humming. âyeah? that never happened by the wayâso it was probably your luck.â
you raised an eyebrow, amused, turning your body slightly toward him. âyou think so?â
the way you said it made something in his chest tighten in the best way possible. most girls would either just giggle or try too hard, but you looked like you were genuinely enjoying the backâandâforth.Â
he leaned back on the bench, resting his elbows behind him. his jersey clung to his chest, damp with sweat, but neither of you care. for once, he was grateful his girlfriend wasnât around.
âmaybe,â he replied, that smirk tugging at his lips. âor maybe youâre bad luck for the other team. every time you cheered us, their defense fell apart. i saw it.â
you let out the laugh that got him almost distracted on the field earlierâand shook your head. âyouâre so smooth, jay. do you use that line on every girl who watches your game?âÂ
uh, oh.Â
his smirk faltered for half a second. he let out a quick, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck to play it cool. âof course not,â he said, chuckling a little too loudly. âthat would be way too cheesy. i swear iâm not that kind of guy.â
you tilted your head, studying him with glint in your eyes. then, casually, almost too casually, you dropped itâ
âi thought so! you kept blowing kisses to a girl earlier. i saw it.â
jay went quiet.
the easy smile on his face froze. his fingers tightened slightly around his water bottle as the words landed. he sworeâhe sworeâhe didnât mean to come off as flirty or anything, but it just⊠came out naturally.Â
like it was just you.
for a moment, he didnât know what to say. he hadnât even realised youâd noticed that.Â
âyeah, wellâŠâ he started, voice trailing off. he looked away for a second, heartbeat drumming fast, searching for the right words that wouldnât make him sound like a complete asshole.Â
before he could finish, you broke into a soft giggle and waved your hand lightly in front of him. âiâm just joking, hehe,â you said, mischievous. ârelax. you donât have to look so guilty.â
jay let out a breath he didnât know he was holding, the tension in his shoulder easing as he laughed along. you were teasing him, but the way you said it so playfully made his tummy flip.Â
he finally met your eyes, watching the way your lips curved when you smiled like that. relax. you donât have to look so guilty. then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out to you.Â
âput your number in,â he said, smoother and calmer now. ânext time we play, you could be our lucky charm again.âÂ
youâre not stupid. if anything, martin wouldâve invited you to the next matches anyway. but you took the phone anywayâfingers brushed against his. you saved yourself as yn, followed with a little soccer ball emoji and handed it back.
âdonât blow me kisses though,â you teased lightly as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your shorts.
jay watched your back as you walked away, phone warm in his hand, your contact staring back at him. itâs harmlessâitâs just a number and youâre just a girl who was easy and fun to talk to.
but the further you got from him, the more itâs clear to jay that he was going to text you tonight.Â
and the first turn of the faucet happenedâquietly, and completely without anyone knowing, not even jay himself.
ââ
âoh my gosh, my player,â you moaned sensually, tipping your head back as jay lifted you up around his waist with ease.Â
his strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pressed you against the cool metal locker. the contrast between the cold surface on your back and the heat of his body made you shiver.
jayâs mouth was on yours instantlyâhungry, deep, messy, and horny. he kissed you like heâd been starving from it since the first whistle was blown, tongue sliding against yours while low groans rumbled deep from his chest.Â
âfuck baby, you feel so good like this,â he rasped between kisses, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy. the thin fabric of his shorts was the only thing separating you, and you could feel every inch of him throbbing, already leaking like a little boy for you.Â
âmy little reward.â
you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair as you rocked your hips against him, chasing the friction. âhnghâyou did so well⊠how are you so good at everything?â another sensual moan slipped from your lips when he shifted and rubbed the head of his cock against your swollen clit.Â
âam i?â his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting lightly, leaving faint marks he knew he shouldnât but couldnât stop himself from making. one hand stayed under your thigh, holding you up effortlessly, while the other squeezed your tit, thumb flicking over your perky nipple until you whimpered.Â
âlook at you,â he murmured against your skin, voice hoarse with list. âso fucking wet and ready for me after i won. you like being my secret celebration, baby?âÂ
you nodded eagerly, pussy twitching and clenching around nothing but the idea of jayâs thick cock inside. sensing thatâhe pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, thick and heavy, tip glistening with a bead of precum.Â
âi want youâfuck me, please,â you cry out, leaning to kiss him.
without another word, jay lined himself up and pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrustâstretching you open, filling you completely. a broken moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, walls clenching tight around him. the guy buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly at how perfectly you took him.Â
âshit⊠so tight,â he breathed, staying still to let you adjustâbut not for long before he started moving, sensual, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot. âoh god, yesyesyes, just like that,â
the locker rattled with every thrust. your legs tightened around his waist, heels dragging into his lower back as he fucked you against the cool metal, mouth never leaving your skin. he kissed, licked, and sucked at your neck and collarbone while his pace gradually picked up, turning deeper and harder.
âmine tonight,â he whispered roughly, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your wet, sensitive clit. you moaned louder, bud ticklish and feeling like you were going to squirtâwhich you did, just seconds after.Â
jayâs so good and gentle with how heâs treating you itâs making your chest flutter. âyours, jay, yours,â you gasped as the head of his cock knocked against your cervixâjerking your body upwards with each pound.
âmy pretty little trophy⊠taking my cock so well after the game.â
your moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing softly in the empty, locked, locker room as he drove into you again and again and againâsensual, hot, sinful, and so fucking good.
jayâs breathing turned ragged, forehead pressed to yours as he chased both your highs, the wet slap of your skin and your shared gasps filling the air. the player ended up cummingâshooting ropes and ropes of warm jizz on your pretty little face, landing some on your head.
seeing how well youâre cleaning his cockâjay realised he was far from done with you.
ââ
for sim jaeyun, everything had its place, neatly stacked in order of importance.
first came his familyâalways. then his friends (sunghoon and jay at top, then the rest of the people he knows). layla, his border collie, squeezed into that top tier too. studies came strongly after that because he believed itâs 100% his futureâ
and finally, only thenâway down the listâcame fun.
and fun included his girlfriend, chloe. she was sweet, understanding, and never complained when he told her he had to study late or hang out with the boys. jake liked that about herâshe knew her place in his priorities, and she respected it.
he never meant to rearrange that list.Â
âsorry we canât do this at my apartment,â jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. âmy girlfriendâs been staying over a lot lately and⊠yeah. i didnât wanna make you uncomfortable.â
you and jake shared multiple classes since the start of the semester, sitting in the same lecture halls but heâd never really talked to you. not until the professor paired you two together for a major project that counted half of the final grade.
now here you wereâtucked away in a quiet, secluded corner of the library on the third floor. jake sat across from you, laptop open, highlighter between his teeth as he scribbled notes. you leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, a small knowing smile playing on your lips.
unlike the easy friendliness youâd shown jay, something about jake brought out a slightly different side of youâa bit more teasing, more⊠dominant? like you enjoyed watching the good boy squirm a little.Â
âthatâs okay, jakey,â you replied, tilting your head, eyes locked onto his. âanywhere is fine at least we get it done, right?â
jake blinked, caught off guard by the nickname but didnât comment on it. his cheeks warmed slightly, but he laughed it off. âyeah⊠exactly. studies first, you know? gotta keep priorities straight.âÂ
you hummed, leaning forward on your elbow, chin resting on your hand as you watched him. jake had to do everything just from glancing at your cleavage sticking out from your shirt. the way your gaze lingered made the air between you feel a little heavier, more intimateâand jake figured this was why most girls wouldnât want their boyfriends around a girl.
a pretty one at that too.
âthatâs good. keeping everything in order like that, hehe.â
the words slipped out casually but jakeâs ears turned pink anyway. he shifted in his seat, suddenly hyperâaware of how secluded this corner wasâno one could really see the two of you back here.
he tried to steer the conversation back to the project, pointing at the screen as you scooted closer beside him. âso⊠for this second, i was thinking we couldââ
âohâyou typed quantitative wrong hereââÂ
you leaned in and pointed at the typo on his laptop screen. in the process, your chest brushed against his arm, soft and warm through your thin top that jake swore he felt the sponge of your bra.Â
jake froze.
his breath hitched, eyes widening for a split second as he felt the brief press of your chest against his bicep. a rush of heat shot straight through him and you felt the way he tensed up.
âohâshit, sorry,â you said quickly, pulling back a little, though your voice didnât sound even an ounce of guilt if he was being honest. âdidnât mean to interrupt you like that.â
his mouth went dry. he could still feel the ghost of the touch on his arm, and his brain was suddenly struggling to form normal sentences. ânâno, itâs okay,â he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks now matching the pink of his ears.
âdonât worry about it.â
you bit your lip to hide a small smile, watching the way composed jake was suddenly flustered. the good boy who kept his priorities straight was starting to crack a little. instead of moving back, you stayed right where you wereâshoulders almost touching his, close enough that your perfume filled his nostrils.Â
you pointed at the screen again, this time more carefully, your nails tapping on the lcd. your voice dropped softer, with a hint of light dominant slipping through. Â
âsee? right here. fix it, jakey.â
jake swallowed hard, nodding quickly as his fingers moved to the keyboard. but it was hard to focus on the project anymoreânot when every time you shifted even slightly, he became hyperâaware of how close you were, and how dangerous his mind was playing at.
that damn cleavage and top.
maybe it was because jake met you during one of his âstudyingâ sessions, but you were quick to climb up his carefully built hierarchy. just like jay, you were easy to talk to, quick with your thoughts, and somehow jake liked⊠being told what to do. shamelessly.
âyouâre so good at this,â you hummed softly, scooting your chair just a tiny bit closer until your knee brushed his under the table. âwhatâs something youâre not good at?âÂ
you meant the projectâbut you also knew men like jake would divert the meaning elsewhere. something jakeâs not good at is probably standing on his morals and keeping his priorities straight.Â
not when heâs easily swayed like this.
ââ
just two months after that, jakeâs stacked priorities crumbled.
parked in a quiet, dimly lit corner of the campus parking lot at 11:49 p.m., the backseat of his car fogged up. he had a chemistry exam the next dayâyet here he was.Â
âjakeyâŠâ you whispered against his mouth, voice low and teasing as you cupped his cheeks, fingers tapping against his skin. âyouâre thinking too much again.â you continued, straddling his lap and brushing your lips against his.
âitâs lateâŠâ he breathed, even as his hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you down harder against the obvious bulge in his jeans. âtest tâmorrow⊠chloe⊠fuck, this is so wrong.â
you pouted playfully, rolling your hips and grinding against him in the meantime. âbut youâll ace the test tomorrow anyway, why bother?â you hummed, pressing your lips against him. jake groaned, head falling back against the seat. you purposely ignored the latter problem.
his morals screamed at him, but his body betrayed him completely.
clothes were pushed aside rather than fully removedâyour skirt flipped up, panties pulled to the side, his jeans shoved down just enough. he had you on all fours, exactly how he liked it best: doggy style.
as all up for him to watch as it jigglesâyeah, fuck yeah. jakeâs hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you from behind in one, full, deep thrustâinstantly burying himself deep with a broken moan.
âshitâyou feel so good, yn,â he gasped, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades for a second. the angle was beyond perfectâthe cramped car, and your tight, wet, cunt while being so deep he could feel every clench around him.Â
âuh huh? what else?â
he started moving, savouring the way your back arched for him, the way you pushed back to meet every thrust, the way your ass jiggled when his pelvis slapped âem. âso tight, your pussyâs so tight, yn,â he rasped, picking up his pace. jakeâs hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the space of the car. âi love itâlove your pussy,â
jakeâs cock was probably the longest youâve had, reaching so deep your fingers, toys, and other boys had never been able to. âoh god, jakey, youâre so good,â you moaned aloud, palms flat against the fogged window.
âyouâre ruining me,â jake groaned, one hand sliding up to push you down lower, chest pressed against the seat while your ass stayed up for him. âcanât stop thinkinâ about thisâabout you.â
his balls slapped against your wet pussy, dragging you velvet walls with each time he pulled out. you moaned sensually, gripping the edge of the seat as he fucked you faster, coming close. âthen donât stop, just do me all the time.â
that pushed him over the edge.Â
the boyâs grip tightened. he pulled you back onto his cock, deep with every thrust. the car rocked with his movements. âfuck, fuck, fuck,â he panted, sweat dripping down his temple, morals completely shattered as he took you exactly how he lovedâdeep, rough, playful.
âwant your cum, goshâfuck, cum all over me,â you gasped, saliva leaking out from the edge of your mouth. your pussy squelched with every thrust, juices splattering on the leather seat. what a shame to the girlfriend, really.
he leaned over you, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other braced beside your head, pounding into you harder as he began chasing his end. âshouldnât⊠i really shouldnâtâŠâ he groaned, voice strained and broken.
âcâmon, be a good boyâgive it to me, cumcumcum,â
the praise pushed him overâwith a final moan, jake pulled out of your dripping pussy. he flipped you onto your back in one motion, trapping you between his knees. his hand pumped his slick, wet cock furiously, eyes dark and wild as he hovered above you.
you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyesâlips parted, chest heaving, already arching your back and pushing your tits together for him. his abs tensed, jaw clenched tight.
âshitâiâm cummingâ!â
thick liquidity, warm ropes of cum shot across your chest in messy spurts, painting your tits and collarbones white. some landed right on your nipple, dripping slowly down the curve which only caused jake to cum some more.
fuck, thatâs so fucking hotâhe thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he kept stroking himself through it, milking every last drop until his cock twitched empty and his whole body shuddered.Â
you licked around your lips, smearing jakeâs cum all over your pretty tits. it looked like you were lactating his cum.Â
âfuck⊠am i good enough, yn?â he murmured, chest heaving. âlook at what you do to me.â
ââ
saturday night and sunghoonâs at a popular offâcampus club with a group of his classmates. while heâs not much of a party guy, he came because one of them kept dragging him anyway, and he knew he couldnât keep rejecting their advances for so long.
heâs sitting in the booth area, nursing drunks, bored, and detached while everyone else is loud and drunk. sunghoon doesnât dance. doesnât flirt. just watch.
thatâs when he saw you.
youâre on the dance floor with your girlfriends, just being effortlessly sexy and attractiveâthe way your body swayed, hair sticking on your neck from the heat, the same curve of your smile that jay was starstrucked with.Â
and that damn black dress that hugged your curves just right.
sunghoonâs eyes locked on you instantly, he didn't smile when your eyes met his as well across the floorâjust watching. instead of looking away shyly, you held his gaze for a few seconds, then your eyes travelled from the top of his head down to his shoes, and gave him a slow smile before turning back to your friends.
that was all it took for him.
sunghoon stood up, leaving his classmatesâ drinks and stuffs on the table, and walked straight onto the crowd. he didnât say anything at firstâjust slid in behind you, one hand slightly resting on your waist as he spun you around to meet him.Â
âhey,â he murmured, tall frame towering over you. âwhatâs that about?â
you tilted your head slightly, a playful, faux innocence smile playing on your lips. âwhatâs what about?â
his eyebrows furrowed just a fraction, but the corner of his mouth twitchedâthe tiniest hint of amusement and a thought of, wow, the audacity. his hand stayed on your waist, thumb pressing lightly into the fabric of your dress, holding you in place.Â
âthat look you gave me,â he said, shrugging. âare you daring me?â
you let out a soft laugh that almost sounded like a scoff, eyes sparkling and laced with a kind of bratness that he never knew he was into. you didnât pull away but instead stepped a little closer, letting your chest brush against his as you looked up at him through your lashes.
âand if i am?â you replied, sweetly. âwhat are you gonna do about it?â
morality had always been quite a blur to sunghoon.
he never lost sleep over it but rules, right and wrong, loyaltyâthey were just concepts that applied to other people. as long as it didnât affect his image or his life or his close circle greatly, he didnât care enough to draw hard lines.
and tonight, those blurry lines had just walked out of the club with him.
sunghoon didnât say much as he guided you toward his black sedan by holding your hand in his. you glanced up at him, still wearing that same little smile. âyou always drag girls out of clubs without asking their name?â
he unlocked the car with a soft beep and opened the front door for you. his eyes met yoursâcompletely unbothered. âsunghoon,â he said simply. âand i donât bring girls out anywhere.â
you let out a hum, but still slid into the front seat without hesitation. he followed right after, closing the door behind him. the inside of his car smelled strongly of his cologne, and as he started the engine, he didnât bother with small talks. didnât ask where you lived, nor did he offer to take you home.Â
sunghoon pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the city centre with his one hand occasionally brushing your thigh. you watched the streetlights flicker across his jawline and the way his expression said nothing eventhough the tension between you two in the car reeked with want.
âso⊠where are we going?â
âa hotel. closer than my place.â
ââ
the door had barely clicked shut before sunghoon had you pressed against the wall, mouth crashing into yours in a deep. hungry kiss. there was nothing gentle about itâhis lips moved against yours with need, tongue sliding in immediately to taste you as one hand gripped your jaw, and the other pressed on your hip.Â
and youâyou kissed him back just as greedily, fingers digging into his shoulders, tugging at his shirt like you wanted it off yesterday. ânghâhngh,â you moaned into his mouth, tongue intertwining and sucking on one another.
sunghoon broke the kiss only long enough to pull your dress up and over your head at once, letting it drop to the floor. his hands were on you instantlyâsqueezing your tits, sliding down to grip your ass, yanking you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was through his pants.
âfuck,â he muttered against your lips, voice low. he bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue before kissing you again, deeper this time.Â
you moaned into his mouth, hands working frantically to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. the moment his bare chest pressed against yours, sunghoon groaned and lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you across the room, lips still on yours.
he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress dipping. before you could even catch your breath, sunghoon was crawling over you, shoving his pants and boxers fully down to free his thick, heavy cock.
and jesusâunlike jay or jakeâs, sunghoon was packing.Â
âyouâre so hot,â sunghoon licked his lips, hooked his fingers into your panties, ripped them down your legs, and spread your thighs wide open with his knees. he looked down at you for one brief second, then lined himself up.Â
âare you gonna fuck me? without even knowing my name?â
sunghoon paused, the corner of his mouth twitching into a cocky smirk. finally, he didnât look cold. he pushed just the tip inside you, teasing, before answering.
âi know you, yn,â
your eyes almost widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across your features.Â
âhow?â
he leaned down closer, one hand gripping your thigh as he slowly sank another inch deeper, stretching your tight cunt open. âi overhead your friends,â he murmured, hissing through his teeth as your pussy engulfed him.Â
you let out a soft moan, back arching as the familiar burn of being stretched came back to you. âfuck⊠youâre really something, hoonie.â
sunghoon bottomed out with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you. for a second, he stayed stillâletting you feel and adjust every inch of him, his grip on your thighs tightened. you arched your back, eyes halfâlidded as you looked up at him, that spark still burning bright behind your eyes.Â
âfuck me good, hoonie,â you whispered, biting your bottom lip as you began palming and playing with your tits, tweaking the perky buds. âmake it worth me leaving my friends for you.â
âshhâshut up and let me do the work.â
that night, sunghoon fucked you for hoursâthe bed creaked loudly beneath as he fucked you deep and fast, hips snapping against yours with every thrust. his hands held your thighs spread wide, keeping you open as he pounded. the wet sounds of your bodies echoing in the hotel room.
âfuckâyour cunt feels sâgood,â sunghoon moaned, tipping his head against the headrest, jaw clenched tight. you hovered right over his hard, slick cock. sunghoonâs eyes never left yours as you sank down onto him, taking every inch until your ass met his lap.
a broken moan left your lips at the deeper angle. sunghoon groaned too, his fingers digging harder. âlook at you,â he murmured, eyes roaming over your face, your bouncing, marked, tits, lips parted in pleasure with your tongue sticking out.Â
fuck. this is why sunghoon loved cowgirl. watching every lewd, pretty expression, every flutter of your eyelashes, your mouth opened to moan his nameâbecause of this cock.Â
you started moving, rolling your hips in sensual circles, then bouncing on his cock with more force. his hands guided you, but he let you do most of the work, just like he liked it. his gaze stayed locked on your face the entire time.Â
âyouâre so big, hoonie, oh jesus fuck,â you moaned eagerly, biting your lip. with each time you bounced on it, the head of his cock kissed your cervix sweetly and it felt so fucking good. he pulled you down closer by the nape of your neck, and kissed you deeply while you rode him.Â
âthatâs it⊠just like that, baby,â he rasped against your mouth, kissing the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. âride my cock like a good girlâlet me see how pretty you look when you cum on me again.â
his free hand moved between your bodies to circle and pinch your perky buds. the combination made your rhythm falter, thighs shaking as you bounced faster, chasing the high.Â
sunghoon kept watching youâobsessed. he kissed you again and again, swallowing your moans, occasionally bucking his hips to meet your movements and driving himself even deeper.
âcumminâ soon, babe?â he murmured against your lips, now moving his hand to rub that sensitive, wet, clit. âcum on meâthen iâll fill you up.â
you could only moan his name as the pleasure built higher and higher, your hips moving desperately.Â
sunghoon, who never thought heâd ever cheat on sooha, let alone creampie another girl he just met rawâwatched your face with almost possessive gaze. he had always been careful, even with someone who has little to no morals.Â
and youâwho had literally never let anyone cum inside you beforeâwere seconds away from letting him be the first.
your thighs shook as the orgasm crashed over you. âfuckâ!â you cried out, clenching hard around him, hips stuttering as you came and squirted all over his cock. the feeling of your pussy pulsing and gushing around him pushed sunghoon over the edge.Â
thick, hot spurts of semen flooded inside you, filling you up the very first time. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper.Â
one night standâthis wonât ruin anything for sunghoon.
right?
ââ
âso,â jay started, leaning back against the railing with that smirk of his, âvalentineâs next week. you guys already got plans locked in?âÂ
jake nodded, smiling. âdonât even say it. i booked the restaurant last month because i know sheâll kill me if i forget. weâll probs just have dinner together.â he shook his head, sipping his canned beer. âgotta keep the girlfriend happy, right?â
sunghoon took a slow sip of his as well, shrugging and unbothered as ever. âiâll probably just take sooha out on a breakfast and shopping. i got plans that night.âÂ
jay raised an eyebrow, turning to him with curiousity. âoh? what are you doing that night?â
he didnât even flinch, just stared down at the small puddle of water around the can opening where his mouth kissed it. âbringing yeji out,â he said, absentmindedly swirling the alcohol in the can. âsheâs been begging me to take her out. figured valentineâs night is as good as any.â
jake let out a laugh, completely buying it. âdamn, sheâs gonna milk you dry.â he commented, then glanced at jay from where heâs sitting. âwhat about you? something big again?â
ânah, think minji wants something intimate this time.â he hummed, looking out at the yardâpeople were chatting, dancing, and drunk to their heads. âmaybe iâll cook and weâll spend the day at mine. who knows.âÂ
âwhat a romance.â
the three of them continued talking easilyâhopping from one topic to anotherâarguing whose girlfriend was more demanding, whose more whipped, and reminiscing about things theyâll never get back.Â
none of them even knew that they each shared the same secretâand little did they know, she was walking around the party downstairs right under their noses.Â
down in the crowded kitchen, you leaned against the counter, red cup in hand, while heeseung stood in front of youâclose enough that his arm rested on the counter beside your waist.Â
âoh, i donât have a boyfriend,â you replied, taking a small sip from your cup while holding his gaze. heeseung grinned, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice so only you could hear him over the loud music.Â
âgood. because iâve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. youâre always so hard to catch alone.â his fingers lightly tapped the counter next to your hip. âwhat do you say? let me take you somewhere nice this valentines?â
you bit your lip, pretending to think about itâ
but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise.Â
âyn?âÂ
sunghoon.
he was frowning. the usual expression on his face didnât change much except for the tightness of his jaw, and the way his gaze flicked to heeseungâs hand near your hip.
heeseung turned his head, still smiling. âoh, hey manââ
sunghoon didnât let him finish.
without a word, he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your waist and firmly pulled you away from the counter and away from heeseung. âcome with me,â he said quietly, already leaving the kitchen.
you barely had time to shoot heeseung an apologetic smile before sunghoon guided you through the crowd, up the stairs, and into one of the empty guest rooms on the second floor. he closed the doorâbut didnât lock itâthe party noise instantly muffled.
âthe fuck was that?â he asked, frowning and confused. âheeseung? really? you let him get that close to you?â
sunghoon took a step closer, towering over, eyes narrowed.Â
âi thought we had an understanding,â he continued, laced with unfair possessiveness. âyou didnât even tell me youâd be hereâthen i caught you with some dude flirting?âÂ
before you could form a reply, his hand came up to grip your cheeks, forcing you to meet his gaze. âyou couldnât wait till i take you out on valentines?â
you looked up at him, a scoff escaped youâand a small smile tugged at your lips. âso you can have fun with sooha⊠but i canât do the same with heeseung?â
his jaw tightened; and for a second, he just stared at you, thumb brushing over your lower lips. he let out a low, breathy scoff, almost a laughâbut there was no humour in it. âyouâre really testing me,â he murmured, clicking his tongue.
âsoohaâs my girlfriend. she gets breakfast and shopping because thatâs what keeps everything quiet. youâŠâ he paused, free hand slid down to your waist where he squeezed the flesh. âyou get me at night. isnât that better? iâm about to fuck you all night and youâre gettinâ jealous over some fucking breakfast?â
he tilted your head slightly, fingers digging into your flesh.Â
âdonât compare yourself to her. and donât let another guy put his hands near you again.â
he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss, gripping your jaw tighter as he devoured your mouth. the kiss was messy and intenseâtongues sliding, teeth grazing, low groans between you.
you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading into his hair and tugging hard, making him groan into your mouth.
âfuuuccckkk,â he grunted between the kissâturning and walking you backwards until your legs hut the edge of the bed. without breaking the kiss, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you, body pressing into the sheets.Â
his hands roamed greedilyâone sliding under your dress to grip your thigh, the other pinning your wrists above your head. âoh my, hngh,â you moaned softly, arching up into him as he ground his hips down against you. sunghoon bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue.
âalways pissinâ me offââ
his phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand.
sunghoon ignored it initially, lips moving down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark as the ringing continued. âjesusâshut the fuck upâŠâ he murmured, merely glancing at his phone. he assumed it was just one of his friends, or just anyone butâ
âsunghoon, you in hereâ?â
jakeâs voice died in his throat. jay stood right beside him, phone in his handâboth of them froze in the doorway, eyes wide as they took in the scene.Â
you lying on the bed, dress hiked up, lips swollen from kissing. sunghoon on top of you, one hand under your dress, his lips glistened from saliva, hair messy from your fingers.
for a long, suffocating second, nobody moved.Â
sunghoonâs head snapped up, eyes widening in genuine shock, his expression completely shatteredâhe was caught. fucking caught. by his own bestfriends. they werenât supposed to fucking know that heâs not loyal to sooha. the same two guys he swore loyalty to since teenangers.
the colour drained from his face.Â
jake and jay stared, wideâeyed, stunned.Â
â...yn?â jake breathed out first, voice barely above a whisper, like he couldnât believe what he was seeing. jayâs mouth opened, then closedâreplaced by pure disbelief. instead of addressing the elephant in the roomâwhich was sunghoon fucking cheatingâyour name came out first.Â
the realisation hit them both at the same timeâhow the fuck did all of them came to know you? if jay knew you because of his affair, and jake knew you tooâand sunghoon tooâthen were they all having an affair with you?
theyâd been secretly fucking the same girl for monthsâ?!
you, still pinned under sunghoon, felt your stomach drop.
âoh my fucking goshâŠâ you whispered, eyes wide, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. you propped yourself up on your elbows, hand flew up to cover your mouth, but it was useless.Â
the shock, the absurdity, the fact that you had been playing all three of them without any of them knowing⊠it was all crashing down at once.Â
sunghoon finally pulled his hand out from under your dress and sat up slightly. he looked between his two bestfriends, voice strained. âlookâthis isnât what it looks like.â
jake let out a broken, disbelieving laugh. âyouâre on top of her, dude.â
jayâs grip tightenedâhe stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time.Â
âyou.. and sunghoon?â his voice cracked. âhow long has this been going on?â
the room was thick and silent for half a second.
then it clicked.Â
sunghoonâs eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at jayâthen slowly turned his head toward jake. the realisation hit him. âwaitâŠâ he muttered. âhow the fuck do you know her?â
jakeâs face went paleâhe blinked rapidly and swallowed the lump in his throat. âyeah⊠how do you know yn?â
jayâs mouth opened, but no words came out at first. his gaze flicked between you and sunghoon, confusion turning into dawning horror. sunghoon sat up straighter, but not off you. all three boys were now staring directly at you.
âhow do you know jay?â
âand how the hell do you know jake?â
âyou and sunghoonâ?â
now the focus shifted entirely on you.
you were still lying on the bed, dress rumpled, lips swollen, heart hammering in your chest. three pairs of eyesâshocked, jealous, and confusedâwere locked on you.Â
âiââÂ
you tried to sit up, tugging your dress down with shaky hands. âiâi didnât know? ah, i swear⊠it just⊠happened? i meanââ
you were clearly flustered, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. âi never thoughtâi didnât know you guys knew each otherâ?â
before you could finish, jake reached behind him and closed the door with a soft click, locking the four of you inside. both of them walked closer to the bed, their expressions shifting from confusion to something more ofâbetrayal and disbelief.
jay ran a hand through his hair, letting out a short laugh. âwow⊠youâve been fucking all of us?â his voice was low, eyes wide. âour own friend group?â
why didnât they blame each otherâ? you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. you guys were the asshole cheaters in the first place! so they could cheat on their girlfriends, but god forbids a girl have fun with multiple guys?
âhave you been playing us the whole time? jake asked. âletting jay fuck you, me, now sunghoon pinning you down like that?â
just as you were about to open your mouth, sunghoon squished your cheeks together and slammed his lips against yours roughlyâteeth clashing and grazing your lips. you whimpered into the kiss, hands instinctively grabbing his shirt.Â
when sunghoon finally pulled back, you grasped for air. his thumb dragged across your botton lip. âthereâs no point hiding anymore, is there?â
the tension snapped.Â
jay moved first, climbing onto the bed and grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. âcâmere, baby.â jake was right behind him, kneeling on your other side. sunghoon stayed where he was, between your knees, watching as his two bestfriends started touching you.
in seconds, your dress was being yanked up and over your head. hands were everywhereâjakeâs mouth on your neck, jayâs hands squeezing your tits, sunghoonâs fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs.Â
you were panting, head spinning from the sudden overload.
âlook at her,â jay murmured, voice thick as he pinched your nipple, eliciting a moan. âpretty little side chick⊠been taking all three of us like a whore.â jake groaned, kissing down your chest. âand we thought we were the only ones⊠fuck, thatâs so hot.â
sunghoon gripped your jaw again, turning your face toward him. âopen your mouth.â
the second you did, and he kissed you againârough and deepâwhile jay and jake worked together pleasing your tits. jayâs hand wandered along your tummyâdown to your bare, wet cunt.Â
his fingers slid between your folds, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. âshit, so soaked.â
âfuckinâ dripping for us already,â sunghoon said, moving to give jake a space to settle between your spread legs. âturn over,â sunghoon ordered, commanding as he grabbed your hips. âon your hands and knees now, câmon.â
your body obeyed before your brain could catch upâwhich shocked jake a little since with him, you were never this obedient. you were flipped onto all fours in the middle of the bed, ass up, back arched, completely exposed.
jake gripped your asscheeks, spreading them wide enough as he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from your clit, all the way up to your dripping hole. âfuck, taste sâgood,â he moaned, his cock beneath his pants twitched. he dove back in, licking and sucking messily while jay knelt in front of you. he tilted your chin up, hard cock already freed from his pants, thick and leaking.Â
âopen that pretty mouth, baby.â
you parted your lips and he instantly pushed the head of his cock past them, sliding deep into your warm mouth with a satisfied groan. âoh, fuuuuck⊠your mouth always feels sâgoodâŠâ
sunghoon stayed at your side, one hand already palming and stroking his cock while the other reached underneath to rub circles on your clit as jake frenchâkissed your pussy. âlook at you,â sunghoon murmured. âwhat a slut⊠taking all taken men at once. this what you wanted, isnât it?â
jake hummed against your pussy and you felt the curve of his mouth forming into a smileâthe vibration making your thighs quiver. jay thrusted into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. âbeen screwing each of us behind the otherâs backsâŠâ jay groaned, pushing deeper until you gagged.Â
âgreedy little girl.â
your muffled moan around jayâs cock was the only answer they needed.Â
jake was the first to pull back from between your legs, shiny with your juices. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swimming with pure need. âiâm going first,â he said, settling behind you. âbeen dying to fuck you again since the last time.â
sunghoon and jay didnât argue. they simply shifted positions.
jake moved behind you, gripping your hips tightly and lining up his hard cock with your dripping entrance. without any warning or heads up, he pushed in with one deep thrustâbottoming out in a single stroke.Â
âoh, fuuuckâŠâ he groaned aloud, head falling back as your tight walls clenched around him. âstill so â tight⊠missed this pussy so much.â jake started thrustingâdeep strokes that rocked your body forward.
at the same time, sunghoon knelt in front of you. he grabbed your hair gently but firmly, guiding your mouth to his cock. âopen up,â he ordered quietly. you obeyed, lips parting as he slid his thick length into your mouth. sunghoon let out a groan, eyes halfâlidded as he watched you take him inch by inch.
jay moved to your side, kneeling close enough that his cock was right next to your face. your hand instinctively wrapped around his length, stroking his wet cock while you sucked his best friendâs.Â
the room filled with wet, porno soundsâjakeâs hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you from behind, the slick sounds of your mouth working sunghoonâs dick, and your hand pumping jayâs length. every now and then, jake would slap you assâgripping, squeezing, and spreading and watched as your asshole twitched.Â
âaw, pretty baby,â jay grunted, wrapping his bigger hand around yours as he guided you through it out. âtaking all three of us so well, mm? perfect girl.â
next to him, sunghoon scoffed. jake panted and runted like a dogâgripping your hips harder as he pounded into you. âohâhahâyou feel so good, oh fuck, i missed this so muchâmissed you so much.â
sunghoon glanced at jake before his hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he picked up his pace fucking your mouth. âthatâs it⊠suck me just like thatâhow youâd do with all the other guys, babe.â
jay groaned, hips twitching into your fist. âyeahâ? do you have other guys youâre fucking aside us, yn?â
you instantly shook your head as much as you could with sunghoonâs cock buried in your mouth, a desperate, muffled, âmmâmmâ vibrating around him.Â
âright,â sunghoon clicked his tongue. the memory of you getting hit on by heeseung playing in the back of his head. if you were able to hide jake and jay from him for monthsâwho knew who else?
every thrust from jake pushed you forward onto sunghoonâs cock, forcing you to take him even deeper down your throat. you were gagging around him, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth but you kept sucking.
jakeâs rhythm started to falter. his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he fucked you harder from behind. âhahâiâm close, oh god,â he groaned. âwanna fill you upâi can fill you up, right? hnghâyouâll let me?â
he slammed into you a few more times, deep and desperate, burying himself to the hilt. nowâjay and sunghoon never knew jake was someone whoâs into this but who were they to judge? the contrast between how you were with jake, sunghoon, and jay made them want to laugh.
with jay, youâre treated as the princess of the princessâsweet, gentle, kind wordsâlike youâre the girlfriend. with jake, you got to order and commandâand heâs always so fucking into being called a good boy. with sunghoon? with sunghoonâyouâre the brat that needed some punishment.Â
you nodded your head and that was all jake needed.Â
âhahâcummingââ he rasped. you felt the first hot spurts of his cum flood deep inside you. the puppy boy kept grinding into you, milking every drop as he creampied you, his cock twitching. a low whine escaped your throat, muffled.
when jake finally pulled out, a thick trail of his cum leaked from your cunt.
ânext,â jake panted, voice hoarse as he moved aside.
they filled you onto your back.Â
the player immediately took his place between your legs, but instead of fucking you missionary, he turned you slightly onto your side. he lifted your top leg, hooking it over his hip, and instantly slid his throbbing cock into your cumâfilled cunt in one thrust.Â
âahâ! jay!â you moaned aloud, followed by jayâs groan. the warmth from jakeâs cum wasnât helping the situation at all. it felt so fucking good. âsheâs so slippery with your cum, jake⊠so filthy.â
he started fucking you from the sideâdeep, rolling thrusts that let him hit every sensitive spot. youâre beyond embarrassed at this point. your creamy pussy that gushes cum with each thrust, how exposed and bare and wet you were for the other two boys to see.Â
you wondered if this was the consequences of your actions.Â
jake moved up beside your head, still breathing hard. he groped your tits greedingâhow he loved themâsqueezing and kneading, pinching your sweaty nipples as he leaned down to kiss and bite along your neck.
âhnghâyn, i love these so much,â he muffled, sucking and tugging at your boobs. âso soft, youâre so squishy.âÂ
sunghoon shifted to your other side, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. his tongue slid against yours while jay continued fucking you from the side, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into your creampied pussy filling the room.
sunghoon kissed you like he couldnât bear not doing anything while the other two boys had their fun. he was almost annoyed and pissed that they just had to interrupt him having you all to himself earlier.Â
âis this what you like?â jake murmured against your neck, his hands never stopping roaming. he groped your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, then slid one hand down to rub your clit in lazy circles while jay thrusted into you. âtaking jayâs dick right after i filled you up⊠youâre so hot, yn.â
âhnghâjay, oh fuck, youâre so bigââ you moaned into sunghoonâs mouth in which he instantly shut you up. jay groaned, picking up the pace, hips snapping harder. âfuck. i can feel your cum every time i push in, jake. poor sweetheart, do you like this, baby?â
sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to let you breathe, lips brushing yours. âanswer him while heâs fucking you.â
your body trembled between the three guys as you answered: âyes, yes, yesyesyesâ! iâi love all three of you, oh my fuck!â you cried out, chasing sunghoonâs lips as you began sucking his bottom lip. you moaned shamelessly into his mouth while jayâs cock dragged against your walls. Â
âwe love you too.â
behind you, jay smirkedâand jake couldnât help from smiling.Â
âshow us how much you love it, please?â jake murmured against your nipple, his fingers never slowing downâpressing and rubbing your clit. âsquirt for usâmake a mess all over jayâs dick.â
he began rubbing harderâand the pressure coiled fast. too fast.
before you knew it, your thighs started shaking uncontrollably. your back arched sharply as jakeâs fingers and jayâs cock worked you together. âoh, iâm gonnaâ!â
you didnât even get to finish.Â
with a loud, broken cry, you squired around jayâs cock. clear fluid gushed out of you, soaking jayâs hips, the sheets, and jakeâs hand. your whole body convulsed, pussy clenching and pulsing violently.Â
âfuckâ!â jay groaned, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. the feeling of you squiring all over him while still full of jakeâs cum pushed him over the edge. without any warning, he buried himself deep and cameâthick ropes of cum shooting right inside.Â
he kept grinding into you through his orgasm, pushing every drop deeper as your squirt continued to leak around his cock.Â
sunghoon watched the while thing, still kissing you through your high, swallowing every broken moan and whimper.Â
when jay finally stilled, panting against your shoulder, the room was filled with heavy breathing and the obscene sound of cum and squirt dripping onto the sheets. jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nipple while his fingers slowed on your oversensitive clit.
âgood girlâŠâ jay murmured, kissing your temple. âsuch a perfect girl.â
jay pulled out slowly, another mix of squirt and both their cum leaking out of your used cunt like whipped cream, jay smirked, giving your ass a squeeze.Â
âmy turn.â
sunghoon didnât waste a single second.
he moved between your legs, pushing them wide open as he settled on top of you in full missionary, his frame caged you in, eyes locked onto yours that always made your tummy flip. without warning, he slid two fingers deep into your cumâfilled pussy, curcling them instantly.
âhahâhoonieâ!â you gasped, back arching off the bed as he started fingering youâfast and deep, wet sounds loud and filthy as he stirred jake and jayâs cum inside you. âfeel that, babe? he muttered. âso full alreadyâyet so slutty for more.â
he pumped his fingers harder, scissoring them, pushing the mixed loads deeper while his thumb rub your swollen clit. your legs trembled around him, overstimulation making tears prick.
only when you were whimpering and gasping did sunghoon finally pull his fingers out. he brought them up to your mouth.
âclean âem.â
you obediently opened your lips, sucking his fingers clean of the messy mix of cum while he watched. then, he lined up his thick, needy cockâand pushed into you in one deep thrust, slow enough to let you feel every inch and veins of him.Â
a broken moan tore from your throat.
sunghoon bottomed out, holding your hips. âshit⊠so warm and wet,â he breathed, and began to move. his thrusts were hard and deliberate, hips snapping forward with every stroke, driving jake and jayâs cum even deeper.
he kept you in missionary the whole timeâface to face, eyes locked, his body pressed flush against yours. one hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider. the other slid up to wrap gently around your throat, holding you there.
âopen your mouth.âÂ
you obeyed instantly, lips paring, tongue slightly out naturally.
sunghoon leaned in first. he gathered spit in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your tongue, watching with a smirk as it landed right on your tongue. jake moved in simultaneously, hovering above you as he spat directly into your open mouth, a thick string of saliva mixing with sunghoonâs. jay tooâtilted your head upward gently before spitting into your mouth as well.Â
all three of their spit mixed together on your tongueâso fucking humiliating in the best way.Â
âswallow, baby, câmon,â jay murmured, kissing your cheek. sunghoon tightened his grip on your throat just a little, you swallowed the thick saliva, throat bobbing under his palm. the taste of all three of them made your pussy clench hard around sunghoonâs cock.
âfuck, she just squeezed me,â sunghoon groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you harder. âsuch a nasty little cumslut.â
jake chuckled, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth as he palmed your tits. jayâs hand slid down to rub your clit as sunghoon pounded into you deeplyâânasty little girl, look at you,â jay murmured, caressing your hair.
âyou love being used like this? who taught you to be so slutty, baby, hm?â
sunghoonâs eyes never left yoursâyour halfâlidded, crossed, rolled to the back glossy eyes. he fucked you relentlessly, wet squelching sounds of his cock stirring the mixed cum inside you filling the room. his hand stayed around your throat as he fucked your cunt like a fleshlight, claming while jake had his fun with your tits, and jay continued teasing your clit from the side.
you were a complete messâtrembling, moaning, drooling⊠barely got to focus on the moving ceiling above. your tits bounced and jiggled with every thrustâa sight jake could cum alone.Â
sunghoonâs thrusts grew sharper, deeper, and more desperate. his grip on you throat tightened just a fraction as he groaned against your lips. âfuck⊠âm cumminâââ
he straightened up, canines digging into his bottom lip as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. the hardest heâs ever ejaculated. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded and washed over deep inside you, mixing with the cum from jake and jay before.Â
as usual, he kept grinding into you, pushing every drop as deep as possible while his cock twitched inside your overused, overfilled pussy.
at the same time, the two boys kneeled on either side of your headâjerking themselves off furiously above you, breathing heavily. âshit, shit, shit,â jay rasped, thick spurts of cum landing across your tits and collarbones.Â
âoh, gosh, yn, please,â jake whimpered, following just right after as he painted your face and chest with more warm cum. their softened cocks rested on your chest, with jayâs twitching again as it rubbed your nipple.
you lay there, panting, body covered in their cumâtits glistening like you milked out semen, pussy leaking a creamy mix of all three of them, throat marked from sunghoonâs hands and jakeâs bites, lips swollen from jayâs kisses.Â
the room was silent except for heavy breathing and panting.
sunghoon pulled outâagonisingly slowâwatching his thick cum drip and burst out from your stretched hole. fuckâwhat a sight, he thought. he wasnât sure if this would be the last time. your pussy twitched and spasmed around nothing, thighs trembling with orgasm as you shivered.Â
jay leaned to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. jakeâs softened cock caressed your other cheek as the owner pumped the mixed cum back inside your puffy pussy with his fingers. sunghoon pressed a soft, loving kiss to your lips.Â
âyouâre our secret girl now.â
you lay between themâas the three sworn, soulmates bestfriends who used to swear they had no secrets finally agreed on one secret:
they would share their perfect little side chickâaway from their girlfriends, and away from all the other guys out there.
JAY knew exactly what he wasâ big, overwhelming, too much. And you, made of glass, too perfect to damage, too soft to push past its limit without leaving cracks behind. But some things aren't meant to stay perfect, aren't they? â In which Jay is far too huge for someone as delicate and small as you
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At first, Jay found himself deeply conflicted about taking things further with you.
Look at youâyou were his baby girl.
He cared about you in a way that made him unusually cautious, almost overly aware of everything he did around you. There was a constant awareness in him whenever you were near, a sense that you werenât someone he could treat carelessly or push too far without thinking about the consequences.
He was aware of the physical difference between you two, and more importantly, of how fragile you seemed in his presence when he stood too close or moved too quickly. You were small, delicate in a way that made him naturally slow down, it was like his presence alone carried too much weight for you to handle.
He knew exactly what he was.
Big, overwhelming, too much.
Oh, poor you, couldnât even take his fingers without falling apart on him, your tight cunt clenching and resisting, your voice breaking into helpless cries, begging him to pull it out for just a second.
It really did feel like you were made of glass, something too perfect to damage, too soft to push past its limits without leaving cracks behind. Jay thought about holding back, about keeping things exactly where they were, untouched, safe.
But some things arenât meant to stay perfect.
Some things are meant to be used, stretched, tested until they give.
âS-Slow down⊠p-pleaseâŠâ you whimper, your hands press flat against the wall, fingers splayed.
Oh, a perfect glass to ruin. Your back arches so perfectly in front of him, the curve of your body practically inviting him closer, the way your ass presses back without you even realizing it.
It took time to get you here.
A long fucking time.
âLove you,â he whispers against your ear, his lips brush over the sensitive curve of it, lingering there for a second before pressing a slow kiss just beneath. One of his hands settles around your waist, while the other guides himself down, his grip tight as he drags the thick length of his cock forward, letting the wide tip press and slide slowly against your slick labia.
A soft, breathy moan slips out of you before you can stop it, you glance back over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for a brief second before you lean in just enough to catch his lips in a kiss thatâs clumsy but needy.
Your neck strains with the angle, your smaller frame struggling to keep up with his height, but you donât pull away.
His hips start to move in slow motions, dragging himself along your folds, teasing your clit with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. The friction sends heat rushing through your body, building steadily, making your thighs tense as you try to hold yourself together.
You shift closer without thinking, your back pressing fully against his chest now, and the difference between you becomes even more obvious as both of his arms wrap around you, caging you in, holding you exactly where he wants you.
Your mind feels scattered, spinning in uneven circles, thoughts tripping over each other as anticipation and nerves twist together in your stomach.
You can take it.
You have to.
âYa ready?â
âHmâŠâ you nod faintly as you break the kiss, your head dropping against his chest.
The position is awkward for him, his knees bending slightly to line himself up with you, his grip tightening just a bit around your waist as the thick tip of his cock presses against your entrance, nudging, testing, before slowly starting to push inside.
Fuck!
Both of you react at the same time, your mouths parting as an overwhelming sensation pulls a broken whimper from your throat, your body tensing around him as if trying to resist what it doesnât know how to take.
âShhh,â he murmurs quickly, his lips move over your ear again, then down to your neck, pressing slow comforting kisses there.
âHurtsâŠâ you whine softly, your fingers tightening against his arms where theyâre wrapped around you.
âI know, baby⊠justâjust a little bit more, hmm?â Jayâs voice comes out strained and clearly slipping his control as he tries to keep his pace slow, his forehead and neck tense with effort while he eases forward in small, careful increments, stopping each time he feels you tighten around him.
But the restraint heâs holding onto is wearing thin, his focus breaking in waves as your warmth and closeness start to undo him piece by piece.
You nod weakly against him, lips parting as you try to steady yourself, âMâkayâŠâ the words slurring a little, not quite clear but obedient in a ways that is trying to be good for him even as your body struggles to adjust.
Your hand stays on his arm bracing yourself as he adjusts your position, his feet nudging yours, guiding your legs wider so he can ease in further.
His mouth is trailing messy, lingering kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, so gentle at first then nibbling the skin, until it turn rougher, biting your neck that made your whole body shiver every time he would push his hips deeper.
Why wonât you let him in?
Each attempt is the same unsteady pattern, a careful push forward followed by a pause, then a slight retreat before he tries again, repeating it over and over as he tries to guide you through the sensation without overwhelming you, though the restraint in him is visibly thinning with every breath he takes.
âJ-Jay⊠slow down⊠pleaseâŠâ
Your fingers tap weakly against his arm, trying to get his attention, but his focus is fractured. He hears you, but it doesnât fully register the way it should, because half of his attention is gone, consumed by the overwhelming warm of your pussy, by the way everything feels too much and not enough at the same time.
He exhales sharply through his nose, a low grunt catching in his throat as he tries not to lose control completely, his movements stuttering for a brief second before he steadies again, though itâs clear heâs struggling now.
Let him in. Let him in. Let him in!
âJay, love... please⊠waitâŠâ you whimper again, almost embarrassed.
You can take this even if it feels like too much too fast. It isnât that you canâtâitâs that he isnât slowing the way you need him to, that everything is happening in rushed, uneven waves that leave you barely catching up before the next one hits. It was overwhelming!
âJay!â A small, panicked squeal as you try again to pull him back into focus, your body tensing as you realize heâs not fully listening anymore.
Something is coming. Your stomach is tightening in a ways you don't fully understand. Something is fucking coming!
But Jay is gone in it now, lost in the moment, the next moment when he finally moves again, itâs with a sudden, decisive push that leaves no space for hesitation, pushing his cock all the way inside you. Drawing a sharp, breathless reaction from you as your body reacts all at once, your head tipping back, neck straining, vision flashing white at the edges as the intensity overtakes you and the world narrows down to nothing but him holding you in place while your hands scramble against the wall just to keep yourself steady.
âAhh, fuck, finally.â Jay groans, his breath spills hot against your neck, while your own response breaks apart into soft, helpless whimpers.
Your legs tremble beneath him, muscles refusing to steady, and he feels every tight, fluttering clench that grips him like your body doesnât know whether to pull him deeper or force him out. His jaw tightens, eyes flicking with a brief, impatient roll at the sensation, because it borders on too much, too tight, too warm, and yet he doesnât move away, doesnât give in to the pressure trying to push him out; he stays buried, stubbornly pressing forward, addicted to the heat wrapped around him.
Then he notices the way your thighs shake harder, the slick, sudden liquid spill that follows, spurting, as some of it trails down between your legs.
OhâŠ
You sniffle, lips quivering as embarrassment floods your face just as quickly as the tears do, streaking down your cheeks.
âBabyâŠâ Hazy, almost dazed, Jay leans down to press a kiss against your head.
A flicker of satisfaction underneath it all, he feels what heâs done to you. God, he really did break you, didnât he? His baby girl, falling apart right where he wants you.
And fuck, it feels good.
He drags himself out slowly, until thereâs nothing left connecting you, the sudden emptiness making you gasp, but he doesnât give you time to recover. He thrusts back in, forcing a sharp yelp from your throat that cracks into another sob as your hands curl uselessly.
Againâhe pulls out, then pushes back in with the same steady force, drawing out that same broken sound from you.
âMy baby⊠my love,â Jay murmurs, his head tilting back for a moment as his eyes roll, lost in the way you feel around him. One of his hands slides up, settling around your neck. âMy good girl⊠itâs okay, shhhâŠâ His tone softens just enough to soothe, even as his hips push deeper, contradicting every bit of comfort with the relentless way he keeps going, dragging you right back into it.
All you can do is moan. Your body feels like itâs burning from the inside out, heat spreading through your chest and stomach, pooling low in a way that leaves you breathless and unfocused. Your legs refuse to cooperate, trembling uncontrollably beneath you, barely holding your weight as Jay keeps setting that relentless pace behind you, driving his huge cock into you over and over again, hitting deep, right where it makes your thoughts scatter.
Itâs too much, overwhelming in a way that makes your head spin, pleasure stacking until it feels unbearable. Goodâtoo fucking good. It builds and builds, pressing against your nerves until it almost hurts, until it feels like your mind canât hold onto it anymore. It feelsâ
ââFeels like Iâm g-going to break, Jayyyââ your voice cracks as you cry out, your knees buckling under you, your body finally giving in to the strain.
You donât hit the ground because Jay catches you instantly.
A sharp squeal leaves you as he lifts you with ease, one arm locking securely around your waist while the other still settling around your neck in a firm hold. The shift in position makes your head fall back slightly, your eyes rolling as your body reacts all over again, the angle changing just enough to make everything hit deeper, sharper, more intense than before.
âYou can take it,â Jay groans right into your ear. âHaaa, I love your pussy, baby.â
Your feet dangle uselessly off the ground, swinging slightly with every movement of his body, your toes curling tight as the sensation keeps crashing over you. You are completely held up and kept in place while he keeps going, each thrust forcing another broken sound out of you.
Your back arching helplessly as the sensation overwhelms you again. It feels like youâre slipping somewhere distant, like your body is still here with him but your thoughts are drifting, dissolving into nothing but feeling.
Jay loves you, his baby girl. He fucking loves you.
A deep, guttural groan leaves him as he spills his cum into you, warmth flooding through your already trembling body, but he doesnât let go, doesnât ease up, doesnât give you the mercy of rest. He keeps you held there, suspended in the air and keeps driving his hips, forcing the both of you in overstimulation.
Youâre breaking.
Thatâs the most beautiful part.
If you crack, if you splinter under his hands, if you come apart piece by piece until thereâs nothing left of youâheâll just gather every shattered part and put you back together the way he wants.
And when youâre whole againâ heâll break you all over again.
Summary: Jake is finally moving back to Korea after spending years in Brisbane, Australia to spend his senior year at Belift Academy. After fateful meeting with his new school's top student (Y/n), he decides to make her his rival. Along with swearing not to come second, he also refuses to acknowledge his growing crush on his self declared rival. In other words he will NOT confess first. But you know what they say: All is fair, and Love is war.
Warning(s): cursing, light angst, miscommunication, Idk Y/n and Jake are kinda stupid, class difference, suggestive, (will be updated if there is more)
A/n: ignore how bad the banner is, I know it gives graphic design is my passion Another Smau coming to you soon! This one has been in the works for awhile, so I can't wait for you all to read!
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YOU SHOULD DO NI-KI TATTOO ARTIST AGAIN PLEASE PLEASE
pairing: tattoo artist! nishimura riki x fem! reader
warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of pregnancy (especially towards the end), breeding, foot fetish, toe sucking, slight cervix fucking, slut shaming
after the first time, you just couldn't stay away. you were hooked, and so was riki.
it started with just a couple quick fucks in his studio, then he was dragging you out to his car on lunch breaks, then he was bringing you back to his apartment after work. what began as a brief fling with your tattoo artist quickly grew into more, until you couldn't tell where the lines of your relationship began, or when they had started to blur. hell, he didn't even charge you for tattoos or piercings anymore, not when your mouth felt so heavenly wrapped around his cock, not when he died and came back to life inside you, again and again.
it started seeping into every aspect of your conversations. one day you let him carve a tattoo into the skin just above your ass, hands meticulously working on the intricate tramp stamp before he's leaning over to murmur low in your ear: âgonna let me bend you over tonight so I can see my work while I ruin this pussy?â
and, like the fool you are, you did. as soon as you got in the door, he'd bent you over his dark leather couch, long, broad fingers pressing down into your back to keep you pinned down, all while he delivered delicious backshots.
he chucked behind you, something low and cocky while he pounded into you. each thrust only wedged his cock deeper into you, his hungry, twitching tip battering against your cervix, claiming your cunt as his.
âtakinâ it so well,â he grunted against your skin, lean body bent over until his chest pressed against your back, surrounding you, owning you. he mouthed at the nape of your neck, filthy and slow, his tongue dragging a stripe up to your ear before nipping at the skin. ây'know you're mine right? you're not goinâ anywhere.â
you moaned, grinding back onto his cock in a way that made him smile proudly, delivering a slap to the supple flesh of your ass. âmhm. yours, âki.â
âthat's my fuckinâ girl,â he grunted, pumping his length harder into you, determined to carve a permanent spot inside your cunt, just like he had done to your skinâmaking sure you'd never be able to get rid of him.
he hit a particular spot inside you that made your thighs shake, a loud whimper tearing from your throat as your gummy walls clamp down around him, sucking him in like a vacuum. he groans lowly, eyes rolling back, fingers digging into the skin of your ass to pull you back onto his cock roughly. âfucckkk, just like that.â
it only takes a few more thrusts into your tight cunt before he's pulling out. he wraps his fingers around his length and tugs hard, dragging the skin over his tip again and again, until he cums with a load groan, ropes of hot, white cum shooting out onto your fresh tattoo.
he pants, slowly stroking himself through his orgasm as you melt into the couch beneath you. you don't get long to relax though, because he delivers another rough slap to your ass.
âgo wait on the bed,â he commands. you're quick to jump up, rushing into his bedroom. he runs his hands over his sweaty face, into his freshly dyed black hair, and as he watches you disappearâcute ass on display and fresh ink carved into youâhe decides one thing's for sure:
he's gonna ruin you for anyone else.
that's how you find yourself still hostage in his bed, face down as he pounds into you round after round. his hand grips the back of your head, pushing your nose down into the sheets. you can barely breathe, but that's all secondaryânothing more than a background thought as his cock drills into you over and over.
âfuckinâ addicted to this pussy,â he grunts, hips slapping against your skin loud in a way that rings throughout the entire room, your face flushing at the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with each thrust.
you can hardly think, your brain fuzzy, melting into nothing more than a pile of mush, a toy for him to use. you arch your ass up subtlyâbarely any movement at allâbut it's enough for him to notice it, enough for him to release your head in favor of pulling your hips closer.
âgod, even after going for hours, you're still so desperate for dick, huh?â he mocks, shifting weight onto his feet and angling his hips so he can fuck down into you harshly, making you cry so deliciously for him. âwhat's it gonna take for you to be satisfied, huh? need me to knock you up?â
that thought has you clenching, hard. the thought of his seed filling your tummy, of his cock breeding you, makes you gasp, pushing back against him hard.
he lets out a sound unlike any beforeâdeep and dark, direct from the back of his throat. a growl. he pulls out and flips you over, grabbing the nearest pillow and stuffing it under your hips. he manhandles you like you weigh nothing, gripping your leg with bruising force and tossing it over your shoulder before he's suddenly thrusting back in.
the angle is deep, all his weight placed on his feet as he fucks down into you, the bulbous head of his cock just barely pushing into your cervix with each thrust. you cry out, nails carving into his back as he pounds into you with punishing thrusts. âr-riki!! fuck, c-canât-â
he turns his head, lips mouthing against your ankle as he chuckles against the skin. âyeah, you can.â
he licks a slow, filthy path up the heel of your foot, a low growl tumbling past his lips before he's sucking your toes into his mouth, making you gasp. the view is so filthy, so disgusting, but you can't help the way it makes your cunt quiver around him.
and he certainly doesn't let it do unnoticed, either. he smirks around the skin, looking right into your eyes as he pulls off, only to slide his tongue into the crevice between your two toes, making you whine.
âsexy body, sexy feetâŠâ he murmurs as he pulls off, pressing a soft kiss to the ball of your foot. âgonna let me rub these when I get you nice ân pregnant f'me?â
you whimper, your wet hole fluttering around his thick length at the mention of being full with his baby, your body weak and desperate for his seed. you nod shakily, making him smirk against your skin.
âwhat will I tell our kid when they ask how we met, huh?â he smiles cockily, hips slapping harder against yours, âthat you were just a slut, desperate for some dick?â
you whine, your cunt soaking, your wetness leaking down his balls and dripping down onto the sheets. âriki, pleaseâfuckâstop talking, justâjust give it to me.â
he smirks, his hand holding your leg in place, keeping it perched on his shoulder. âneed me to shut up ân put a baby in you, huh?â he murmurs, cock twitching inside you. âfuck, princess, I'm almost there, don't you worry.â
his promise, spoken in that low, raspy voice of his, is enough to send you over the edge, legs shaking in his grip as you clamp down onto him, soaking his cock.
with a deep groan, he starts fucking you like a man possessed, eyes rolling back and hips twitching erratically before he goes completely still, burying himself deep as he pours out his load into your womb.
he buries his face in your neck, giving you soft, slow thrusts as he works through his orgasm, moaning quietly when he feels your fingers comb through his hair.
after a few moments, he lifts up, placing a warm kiss to your lips as he looks down at you in awe.
âfuckinâ incredible.â
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when you do get knocked up with his baby, you watch him grow into something softer, nurturing. he does your next tattoo at home, keeping you perched on his lap while he carefully inks a new design onto your collarbones.
âdoes it hurt, baby?â he murmurs, looking up at you with a quiet tenderness. you smile down at him, running your fingers through the strands of his hair. âa little. it's okay, âki.â
he smiles, going back to work. it's quiet, until you hear him barely murmur: âyou're gonna be a beautiful mama.â
the words hit you like a truck, your chest growing tight. you look down at him, fighting off the urge to cryâthat is, until the next words fall out of his mouth.
âplus, I mean⊠pregnant pussy tastes amazing.â
