Sex should've been the most electrifying experience. But for you, no matter how much you indulge, it's always the same—the burning, the discomfort, the frustration of never getting there. So when another couple invites you into their bed, you wonder—Will indulgence finally taste the way it should?
content warnings: bi! jay & jake x pan! reader, explicit content warnings are listed on each chapter, HEAVY smut, everyone is either gay or fruity, threesome (switch jay & jake x sub reader), eventual poly relationship, dubcon scenes, mxm anal sex. don't like? don't read. MDNI!
made by @dulcetnostalgia
CHAPTER 1 – SO BITTER
— Getting invited into bed with two insanely hot guys? A dream come true. Sim Jaeyun is everything you’ve ever fantasized about, soft, sweet, impossible to resist. And his boyfriend? Park Jongseong is the perfect mix of manly, dominant, and dangerously addictive.
So when they invited you to join their bed activities, you can't argue to say no despite of your situation. Who could blame you? They're insanely sexy and they're the ones insisting. They want you there. So why the hell is Jay acting so bitter about it?
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CHAPTER 2 – OOPS, IT'S SOUR
— The sex was good. So fucking good. But somehow, Jay is making things difficult afterward. His sharp comments, his rough attitude, the way he keeps looking at you like you’re something he regrets. Annoying. Irritating. You need to be careful with the way you talk 'cause— oops, it's sour.
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CHAPTER 3 – WHY ARE YOU SO SALTY?
— This was supposed to be just sex—no feelings, no attachments. What happened in bed was meant to stay there. Jake and Jay were perfect together, an undeniably loving couple who had everything. From the very beginning, you were just a third, nothing more. So why does it feel like you’re the only one left out? Fuck, why are you salty?
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CHAPTER 4 - SHOW ME SPICY
— Avoidance was your only way to move forward, but Jay and Jake weren’t about to let you slip away so easily. How could you pretend you didn’t want them when your body told a different story? If you wanted to play stubborn, fine. But brats don’t get to run—they get put in their place. And they were more than ready to show you exactly what spicy really meant.
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CHAPTER 5 - TOO SWEET
— They say three’s a crowd, but for Jay, Jake, and you—it’s starting to feel something closer to home. Love was never meant to be this simple, this natural, but with them, it’s loud in the best ways, a little chaotic, deeply tender, and a little too sweet to ever let go.
pairing(s) | lee heeseung x f!reader, 02z line x f!reader
synopsis | jake is convinced you and heeseung are dating, which is inconvenient because he cannot prove it, and also because he and his stupid friends have less than innocent feelings about you. unfortunately, you're just too darling and irresistible that putting his friendship with heeseung above his attraction to you might just be a little bit difficult.
wc | 6,626
genres | smut with lots of plot, misunderstanding, comedy, literally just jake yearning and going crazy, this is a silly one guys
warning(s) | explicit sexual content (mdni), alcohol consumption, infidelity but it's a misunderstanding, heeseung and mc are kind of together but it's not exclusive, jake experiencing delusions at first and then actually seeing things but nobody believes him, gaslighter sunghoon, 02z being terrible people and even worse friends, mc is depicted as very feminine and referred to as cute a lot, mc is kind of one dimensional and that's deliberate, not beta'd 🙂↔️, nsfw tags below!
nsfw tags | unprotected sex, semi-public sex (at a party with the door ajar), voyeurism, wee bit of nipple play, masturbation (m), wee bit of cumplay (coming in mouth + jake imagines something)
Jake was pretty sure something was going on between you and Heeseung but he had no proof.
You were Heeseung's friend, and by association that made you his friend too, and Sunghoon's, and also Jay's. Heeseung introduced you at a Halloween party during freshman year, one that Jake had initially refused to go to, almost making it the top 10 worst regrets of his life.
He remembered his first impression of you vividly because you were wearing the tiniest, most aneurysm-inducing nurse costume and sweetly hanging off Heeseung's arm (who was also appropriately dressed in a matching sexy doctor costume). It was easy to misunderstand yours and Heeseung's relationship as romantic, or something adjacent because there was nothing platonic about the way you clung onto him that whole party, basically his arm candy for the night. Heeseung even had to clarify about ten times afterwards that you were just close friends, and that you were a very handsy drunk. But of course he made a face when Sunghoon wiggled his stupid eyebrows and asked if you were fair game.
So that was suspicious, but maybe Heeseung was just a protective best friend.
Moving on to Jake's next point: you were flirty, extremely so. Heeseung was flirty too, maybe even worse than you (you called it the October Libra Man Disease, and Jake was never into astrology so he could not refute). The two of you were always up to some shit right in front of everybody. Heeseung always gave you his jacket, drove you around and saved the last bite of his food for you. You always brought little snacks in your bag for him, wore his baseball jersey and snuggled up to his side during movie nights.
But the thing was, you both did that flirty shit with just about everybody, which was really ruining Jake's hypothesis though he did enjoy when you'd blink at him all cute, pretending to be helpless so he'd open a jar for you or something.
Anything that you did with Heeseung, you also did with him and his friends. He's seen you take numerous selfies on Jay's phone and insisting that he put a pink heart on your contact name. He's also caught you wrestling Sunghoon while scantily dressed in a mini skirt (mind you Jake's heart nearly fell to his ass when he peeped a sliver of your thighs because your skirt rode up too high). Maybe you were just greedy, flirting with the whole friend group recklessly like that, but he couldn't fault you because he was just a little bit obsessed with you.
That was the problem actually. You were too cute, too darling and too fucking hot it made Jake want to bury his head in a dirt hole. And if you and Heeseung were a thing, he mustn't want you like this. It was even worse with Jay and Sunghoon also wanting to fuck you sideways and he knew they did because he's seen their messages to each other.
Talking about sweet and unsuspecting you like that behind your back should be a crime punishable by death. It may be casual to them but it was not to him. In fact, it was egregious to be yearning for his friend's girl that wasn't his friend's girl, or whatever. That was precisely why he needed to either confirm that you and Heeseung were not together in any ways that matter, or stop thinking about you in inappropriate settings.
It was Sunday morning and he was at a diner with Jay and Sunghoon. You were not there of course, because you were warming Heeseung's bed, which was so extremely suspicious despite you both insisting that you just sleep there. Jake was poking at his pancakes while presenting his Heeseung and Yn research again.
"Don't you see it?" he was wistful as he waved the fork in his hand around, vaguely gesturing like he was drawing a diagram, "she's all cute and giggly with Heeseung around."
Jay stared at him with a deadpan look on his face, exasperated because he's had this conversation one too many times. He didn't placate Jake with a reaction and simply continued shoving pancake into his mouth.
Sunghoon was less nice about it, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes, "Would you stop? That's the third time you've said that this week."
Jake tilted his head like he was pretending to think, "Well, no." Despite his friends' wishes, he continued, "You guys are such haters! There's no way they're not at least fucking!"
"Jake, would you give it a rest?" it was Jay who spoke this time. He must really be at his limits because his eyebrows were so furrowed that no amount of botox could reverse the damage. "Why does it matter if they're fucking or not?"
"You really don't wanna know?" Jake was nearly incredulous when he asked, eyes wide and mouth stretched into a disbelieving line, "Why were you guys moaning about how hot she is then?"
Sunghoon physically pinched his eyebrows together, failing to see how the two things connect. When he voiced this, he was simply answered with a loud scoff and an exaggerated eye roll.
"Because," Jake threw his hand in the air like Jay and Sunghoon were idiots for not following, "if they're together then we can't want to jump her bones. That's nasty snake behavior!"
There was a beat of silence when Jake's two friends just stared back at him like he'd grown another head. Then Sunghoon cackled like Jake just said the funniest thing in the world, and Jay snorted around the fork in this mouth. Jake was speechless; his stupid friends must have thought thirsting for a taken person is a-okay. He never thought his friends were sleazy but maybe they were because they were openly discussing what positions they'd put you in via text while Heeseung was in the room. Jake thought about it too, how cute you'd look on your knees, but he'd never talk about it and especially not while your man was there because he at least knew what decorum was.
They bickered back and forth for a while but ultimately dropped the subject, with the mystery at hand decidedly unsolved. So Jake was left to wonder about the status of Heeseung's relationship with you, yet again. And maybe he was also displaying nasty snake behavior because he had to physically fight back impure thoughts as he scrolled through your new Instagram post. Jake debated just straight up asking you or Heeseung, but he knew you'd give him that same wishy-washy shit about being super close friends again. He didn't know why you wouldn't just confirm it and put an end to his misery.
Jake couldn't remember when this happened but he started to keep count of questionable happenings that could indicate your relationship with Heeseung was romantic. He wasn't sure if doing this helped at all. Actually, it made every interaction between you and Heeseung look odd to him. At some point it felt like you two were fucking with him on purpose, or maybe he was experiencing delusions. Between your secretive smiles and Heeseung's wandering hands, Jake had just about had it.
Off the top of his head, Jake could recite two instances of incredibly damning evidence to support his case. Firstly, there was that one time Heeseung showed up to a group study session diabolically late, vaguely flushed and shiny despite the chilly weather. Jake hummed, but didn't say anything. Then he unzipped his jacket to reveal a gazillion love bites cascading down his neck and chest.
While Sunghoon whistled and Jay barely reacted, Jake's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. This had to have been your handiwork. Heeseung literally spent half of his waking hours with you and the other half with Jake and his friends, and as far as Jake was concerned, none of his friends were into Heeseung like that (though, maybe Sunghoon was a bit—let him not think about that too much). He tried to investigate to no avail; Heeseung simply grinned, put a finger against his own mouth and told Jake to shush.
Secondly, the nail on the head for Jake was when he spotted you, surprisingly alone, at Yeonjun's party. You were dressed skimpily as per usual, and while Jake tried very hard not to gawk directly at your cleavage, he couldn't help but notice the small pendant on your necklace, glittering in the neon lights. It was an H. You were wearing an H pendant. H for Heeseung.
Right, so that was basically confirmation that you and Heeseung were dating. If Jake's mind was sounder he'd have a field day about how possessive Heeseung was, to the point of having you wear his initial around your neck like a collar. Instead, he nodded sagely and swore to beat himself up if he lusted after you again. He informed the group chat with Jay and Sunghoon immediately, just a concise "Hey, so Heeseung and Yn are for real dating", to which he received no response. Maybe he needed to beat Jay and Sunghoon up too, whenever they verbalize their evil, nasty thoughts about you.
Jake was naive to think everything would end there.
It was Halloween again, which meant there was going to be a huge party and the whole friend group would dress up and get wasted. Jake opted out of wearing matching costumes with Jay and Sunghoon because the two of them decided to go as those fuckass animals from Zootopia. They even prepared the sloth costume for him too but he was having none of it. He managed to borrow a bob wig and an orange sweater to put together a last-minute Velma costume, completed with his own dorky glasses that he hadn't worn since high school.
Although Jake promised to keep this thoughts about you pure, he couldn't help but anticipate what stunt you would pull for the night. Halloween was kind of yours and Heeseung's thing; you two always went above and beyond for the occasion, preparing stellar costumes and staying in character the whole night. The party was in full swing by the time you got there, and if it wasn't for the oohings and aahings, Jake wouldn't have noticed your entrance. The second his eyes landed on you, he felt like he should be struck by lightning.
As predicted, you and Heeseung showed up in matching costumes: a gender flipped version of Misa Misa and Light from Death Note, which meant you were donning an egregious version of a school uniform while Heeseung debuted a shiny head of blond hair and a gothic getup. Jake's jaw dropped, of course, and he barely managed to gulp down the rest of his beer when you sauntered through the crowd to greet him. He was then suddenly aware of how stupid he looked in his wig and chunky glasses. He should have just worn a button up, dripped some fake blood down his chin and went as a vampire; he'd rather be called basic than look dumb as hell in front of you.
"Hi Jake. You look cute!" you greeted him enthusiastically, reaching out to knock on the bridge of his glasses. Up close, he could see the entirety of your outfit and it made the all the blood in his head rush south so fast he nearly keeled over. Your interpretation of Light as a woman would definitely land you in a post on Twitter about the fetishization of school uniforms; the hem of your skirt just barely grazed the back of your thighs and your shirt, well, it was cut so low you might as well not have worn it. The worst part by far was your garter and stockings combo; it almost felt like you wore them to target him specifically.
"What are you supposed to be?" Heeseung asked good-naturedly but it felt like a hit to Jake's ego regardless. In response, you gasped and delivered a swift smack to his chest and explained that Jake was, in fact, Velma from Scooby Doo. You were about to say something again, maybe to compliment his shapely wig, when you were cut off by the grating, irritating sounds of his two best friends' hooting and hollering. Just seconds later, they were right by his side and he knew this because he could feel Sunghoon's bunny ears went thwack against the back of his head.
"Jesus fuck, you look so fucking hot," Sunghoon sounded insane, almost feral, and it made Jake want to sock him in the face from second hand embarrassment. Heeseung was literally right behind you and he still had the nerve to ogle you so openly. "Gimme a spin."
You merely complied with a sweet little giggle. Heeseung even helped you with your twirl, looking almost proud that his friends were so obviously attracted to you. Well, if you were Jake's girlfriend he wouldn't be nearly as generous or forgiving.
"You look good too Heeseung." Jay commented with a grin, foxy and devious; the ears atop his head only added to the look. "Who knew you'd make a cute goth."
Heeseung accepted the compliment easily and credited you for your groundbreaking creative vision. His arms were hovering around your waist where they usually were, casual but claiming, "She would be too powerful as Misa so I had to make the brave sacrifice."
Jake nearly rolled his eyes, maybe from Heeseung's smugness or from imagining you in a skin tight leather outfit, completed with fishnet stockings and bouncy pig tails. The envy bubbling in his guts was almost out of control. Oh look at me, I'm the super smart and ultra successful Lee Heeseung and my girlfriend is the hottest and sweetest person on earth. Maybe Jake needed to get shot before he started turning green.
Thank fuck Heeseung decided to whisk you away when he's had enough of Jay and Sunghoon zeroing in on your tits, conveniently ignoring the shiny H pendant. If Jake had to endure another second of you fidgeting with the hem of your skirt and making heart eyes at your boyfriend, he would have burst every vein in his body. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he retreated to a nearby staircase with a new drink in hand and quietly enjoyed the party. He passed the time watching you play beer pong (badly) with your boyfriend, coyly hanging off his arms the same way you did when Jake first saw you.
He got temporarily distracted when a girl, somebody from his year, approached him. It was Chaewon, also dressed as Velma, although her bob was real. She struck up a conversation about their identical costumes and asked if he'd want to take a photo with her friends who went as the rest of the Scooby Doo cast. Jake agreed; maybe this would give him something to giggle about because as hot as it was, watching Heeseung play with the H pendant sitting pretty on your chest was slowly making him miserable.
As the night got later and the party fizzled out, Jake was positively shit-faced. He was unfortunately feeling the contents of his stomach crawling back up his esophagus and the beginnings of a migraine, so he politely excused himself to get a breather. He barely managed to crawl upstairs, wrestled a window open and promptly stuck his head out, the chilly October air cooling him down instantly. Unlocking his phone to a handful of notification, Jake opted to scroll for a little bit, liking the photos he was tagged in (which included a selfie of Sunghoon and Jay posing with finger guns that he wasn't even pictured in) and lingering just a little too long at the mirror selfie you posted of your outfit. He was pleased enough, just zooming in and out of your photo when he picked up on a few distant giggles that he thought sounded like yours.
At first, he brushed it off; maybe he was entering the stage of having a crush where he started hallucinating your voice. But something felt off, so Jake went down the hall way looking for the source of the laughter anyway. He stopped right at an agape door and peeped inside.
It was you. You were standing in between someone's legs, bouncing on your heels and giggling like you were up to something devious. From this angle he couldn't really see who you were with, but obviously it had to be Heeseung, who else could it be? Only, it wasn't Heeseung. Last he remembered, Heeseung was sporting a head to toe leather look not a retina-burning neon green shirt, with a clashing purple tie and a pair of tan trousers to boot.
Hold on.
Was that Jay?
Jake blinked rapidly, then shook his head, because Jay promptly pulled you down onto his lap as you yipped and wrapped your arms around his neck for stability. You didn't seem alarmed by this, in fact you looked pleased, giggling as he brushed his knuckles against your cheeks. You seemed content to let him grab a few greedy squeezes of your body—the back of your thighs, the give of your waist, the swell of your ass, still covered by your flimsy skirt. Your fingers were twirling with the hair near the top of Jay's head and that was when Jake belatedly realized he still had those stupid orange ears on.
"Kiss me?"
What.
The way those words tumbled from your mouth immediately sent Jake into a spiral. Not that what was happening thus far wasn't incriminating but this was definitely the smoking gun. You were cheating on your boyfriend, a sentence Jake never thought he'd conjure, and even worse, he was watching you do it.
And what did he know, seconds later, you and one of his best friends were kissing. Jay was normally a man of discipline, so this was low and unexpected. Of course you were smoking hot, but you were also taken, by his best friend no less. Everything about this felt surreal to Jake; you and Jay making out in a random room at a Halloween party and him catching you whilst dressed as Velma. Sweet little you who looked so enamored by your charming boyfriend, sneaking behind his back to let his friend lick into your mouth and paw at your tits. Oh and the sounds, god. Jake didn't know just the sounds of lips smacking together could be this loud, but they weren't nearly as bad as the little pleased moans that you'd let slip here and there.
"Can I take this off, baby?" Jay sounded breathless when he pulled away, fingers toying with the buttons of your blouse which were threatening to snap. Nodding approvingly, you popped the buttons of your top open and the way your tits came spilling out almost send Jake into cardiac arrest. Immediately, Jay latched his mouth onto your nipples, groaning with his mouth full like he was just serviced the best meal of his life.
You whined, balling up your fists like the feeling was too much, hissing as Jay delivered a harsh bite to your tender skin, "No marks, please."
The way your voice sounded almost coy sent a zap of electricity straight to Jake's chest. And it was how Jay hummed, as if in understanding, that made everything worse. He finally let go of your tits with a lewd pop and Jake involuntarily shuddered. You looked legitimately like a figment of Jake's imagination, needy and messy with your clothes askew (the fact that they were still on but just undone was really doing it for him), eyes heavy with lust, but still so darling even though you were being unfaithful to your boyfriend. You let Jay lay you flat across the bed and fold you in half, smiling like you were thrilled he was being so rough with you. Your legs smoothly wrapped around Jay's hips, pulling him closer, as you started clawing at his back like you were desperate for him to do something.
"God, you're so fucking cute." Jake was sure he was teasing you at this point, going so slow and gentle, caressing your face and brushing over your hips. When you whined again, wiggling your hips to communicate your need, he finally relented. "You get this wet from having your tits played with?"
You nodded, completely shameless, arching your back at whatever Jay was doing to you. Jake couldn't see what the fuck was going on but he had a faint idea; if that was him, he'd be knuckle-deep in you already, stretching you out for what was to come.
"Need you to fuck me," you pouted, hands disappearing beneath your skirt, no doubt to pull your panties aside judging from Jay's crazed expression, "please," you added like an afterthought.
"Nuh-uh, don't have a condom on me." Jake rolled his eyes. Jay was already knees deep in his backstabbing arc, why would he let a lack of protection stop him now. Though decidedly, it was a smart decision, one that would never cross Jake's mind.
You were instantly petulant, "Don't care, just fuck me!"
Jake pinched his eyes shut, nearly groaning aloud and blowing his cover. You were going to let his friend fuck you raw, just like that? For a moment, Jake thought Jay would give in to your tempting offer, as he started unbuckling his belt and pulling his erection out, which you moaned at. Though instead of indulging you, he simply gave you another kiss and scolded you for being silly.
"Here's what we're gonna do," he explained between slapping his cock on your messy pussy, and Jake only knew this thanks to the sticky sounds reverberating in the room, "I'm gonna grind on this cute little pussy, and you're gonna cum for me like that, yeah?"
You choked out a pitiful whimper but ultimately agreed. And then the worst 15 minutes of Jake's life began. The creaking bed, the nasty squelching, your little moans muffled by Jay's hand; Jake could no longer bear it. He was close to just pulling his cock out right there, but fearing someone would catch him, he ducked into the room right next door. Thankfully, it was empty, and in his haste to lock the door, he didn't realize he could hear you even better though the shared wall. He was already dripping by the time he managed to free his cock from his pants, narrowly swallowing a relieved hiss. He needed to be quiet, which was a challenge seeing as he was the noisiest person in the world, but he'd rather pass away than be caught in such a state.
"'m so close, please," you sounded like you were near tears, so pornographic that Jake had to squeeze around his base or he was going to cum right then and there. You warbled, hiccuping through Jay's rough thrusts, "Please jus' put it in, just a little bit?"
Jake could hear his friend struggle to not give into your plea. You must be a sex demon or something, sent by Satan himself to bring them all to hell. He couldn't begin to imagine what you looked like at this moment, folded in half with your legs locked behind Jay's back, tits bouncing and pussy so soaked it must have dripped all over the bed. And your face, god, another second of picturing your fucked-out face and Jake would need to be stretchered into the emergency room.
"Please," you begged again, sobbing at this point, "just the tip?"
"Fuck," that curse was guttural, like it was knocked out of Jay's chest, "you always beg for cock like that?" He sounded just as wrecked as you, if not more and Jake totally empathized; if you were underneath him and crying for his cock like that, he would have given it to you ten times over already. But it seemed Jay eventually reached his limit because he folded immediately when you begged for the third time, "Okay baby, just the tip yeah?"
Jake had half a mind to scoff but his mouth completely ran dry at the cry that escaped your mouth when you finally got your wish. You sounded like a mess, and you must have looked it too. At this point, Jake's got his jaw clenched and his fist gripped so hard around his cock he could have cut off circulation. He was about to explode but he wanted to hear you cum first. And his prayers were answered because just minutes later, you sobbed as you reached your climax, jumbling all your words together from the sheer force of your orgasm.
When you started whimpering a quiet little "Nuh-uh, in my mouth", Jake was done for. As Jay was grunting breathlessly, milking his cock into your awaiting mouth, Jake was also spilling all over his hands. The mental image of you with cum all over your cheeks and agape mouth was going to be stuck in his brain for the next couple weeks. Jake belatedly remembered that only Heeseung was supposed to see you like that, and now his traitor of a friend also did. Though he couldn't deny that he would have also done the same thing if the opportunity was presented to him. He barely had time to collect himself before you were giggling in satisfaction and rustling around, probably to fix up your clothes. He only dared to let out a tiny whimper once he heard the door clicked shut and your feet shuffling down the stairs like nothing happened.
The rest of Jake's night was miserable because he spent the next 10 minutes fisting his cock to the thought of you again, wringing himself so dry it almost hurt to move. He was barely consolable when a sobered up Sunghoon drove him back to their shared apartment. Sunghoon made a snide comment about how he reeked of sex and promptly went to bed after leaving him on the couch. Jake's dream that night was understandably filled with you—on your knees with your cheeks full, bent over with your messy face buried in the sheets, smiling like a little minx as you reminded him not to leave any marks lest your boyfriend found out you let other men fuck you dumb. Safe to say, his Halloween was rough, and that was putting it lightly.
The following weeks were somehow even worse. You still clung to Heeseung like you never cheated on him and your boyfriend seemed none the wiser, still obliviously smitten. Jay was also unaffected, which was so mind boggling because had it been Jake in that room, he would be crashing the fuck out if he saw you glued to Heeseung afterwards like nothing happened. He should feel terrible. He should hate the both of you for doing that to Heeseung.
But to his horror, he found himself making excuses for you. You were such a sweetheart that you would never betray your boyfriend for no reason. It could be that Heeseung was secretly an asshole who didn't fuck you well enough (mind you, if Jake was your boyfriend that would never be a problem). Or perchance Jake was too drunk and hallucinated the whole thing.
Maybe not that last one, since as delusional as he was, he definitely saw you.
Even looking at you was a struggle, not just because he was sitting on such incriminating information, but also because he knew what you looked like, what you sounded like when you were in the throes of pleasure.
The thing was, Jake was generally lovely but he had a jealous and vindictive side. He liked you a whole lot and would never want to get you in trouble but a part of him secretly wanted Heeseung to catch you red-handed at that party. Then he wouldn't have to deal with the emotional turmoil of not being able to fess up to Heeseung. Plus, if your boyfriend decided he was sick of you, Jake would be all too happy to coddle you through the fallout because he was just so kind-hearted and forgiving.
He had been itching to tell anybody about what he saw but who could he tell really. Ideally, he should have told Heeseung already but he just couldn't muster up the courage. He wasn't sure it was even his place to do such a thing; maybe Heeseung needed to hear it from your mouth.
But it got to a point. Jake eventually lost the one-month long battle to his inner demons, the demons being his inability to shut his gigantic mouth. So he decided to tell Sunghoon, well, more like he accidentally blurted it out while Sunghoon was there.
"I saw her with Jay, Halloween night."
Sunghoon looked up from his assignment, mumbling a confused "Who?". Jake was already midway into saying your name when he decided to clasp his hand over his mouth in dramatic fashion, like the damage hadn't already been done.
"… O…kay…?" Sunghoon still looked lost, "and what's wrong with that?"
"You don't get it!" Jake was nearly hysterical, his weeks-long frustration finally pouring out. "They hooked up and I saw them!"
Jake thought Sunghoon would be outraged, or at least a little surprise, instead, he was making this scrunched up skeptical face like Jake was pulling his leg, "Are you sure you didn't imagine that?"
"What the f—I was literally outside the door!" He must look insane right then, clutching the table, then his own hair, then Sunghoon's shoulders, shaking him with vigor.
For some reason, Sunghoon still looked unconvinced, only humming a little uh-huh and slowly nodding. He processed the information for another beat, then his eyes started crinkling devilishly, a wolfish grin making its way across his mouth.
"You saw her, huh?" Sunghoon leaned across the table, suddenly interested, "Dude, she must've been so fucking hot. " He wheezed and pretended to fan himself, "What the hell, now I'm mad I wasn't there."
Jake widened his eyes and shook his head with his hands in the air, incredulous at his friend's completely inappropriate reaction to the situation. Sunghoon was a bit of an air-head but how was he not grasping the fact that you cheated on your boyfriend, with their best friend! When he did finally notice that Jake didn't think this was a joking matter, he cleared his throat and tried to soothe him with a couple pats on the shoulder.
"'m just kidding," Sunghoon nudged him a little, "but you must have seen somebody else because Jay was with me the whole night."
Now he was just taking the piss. Jake knew exactly what he saw, and he was adamant too, until Sunghoon pulled out his phone and showed him photos of himself and Jay at a convenience store, gobbling down ramen that same night. Jake was dumbfounded for a second; he was drunk and too preoccupied with soothing his angry erection that he couldn't remember what time it was. He did remember Sunghoon taking him home at around 2 am, maybe 30 minutes after everything took place. Then he looked at the timestamp on the picture — 1:07 am, October 31st, 2025.
What.
Jake kept darting his eyes between the date and his two friends pictured in the photo, still in their costumes sans the ears, holding uneven disposable chopsticks with two steaming cups of ramen in front of their faces. He couldn't compute the timeline at all; it wouldn't have been possible for Jay to be with Sunghoon at 1:07 if he had just finished taking his cock out of your mouth at 1:30.
Had he really been hallucinating. Did he need to see a doctor.
There was no chance that Sunghoon could have manipulated the timestamps because of his aforementioned air-headedness. For the first time in weeks, instead of feeling intense mental tumult, he was completely stumped. He must have made a face so silly that Sunghoon had to put his phone down and giggle.
So it couldn't have been Jay that he saw. Maybe it was another party attendee who also went as that orange fox. So you cheated on your boyfriend with a random person, which was still bad of course, but slightly less so. Or maybe it was worse because at least Jay was hot, and from what Jake knew, packing. Then he was doubting if he even saw you at all. What if it really was a lust-filled, alcohol-fueled fever dream. He'd like to believe that he'd committed you to memory well enough that he knew what you looked like, but now he wasn't so sure.
This new piece of information shocked him enough that he was left dazed and confused for the remainder of the study session. He kept thinking about it but still came up empty. Eventually he got so exhausted juggling his many classes and his part-time job that he managed to push the whole thing to the back of his mind for a little bit. It helped that you and Heeseung were also busy doing fuck's all and Jake didn't get to see you two that often. He thought that was it—he'd forget about it and everybody would move on like nothing was ever amiss.
Until winter break.
Jay had so graciously offered to drive them all to his parents' vacation home in the mountains and who was Jake to turn down such a generous offer. You tagged along too, naturally, because Heeseung was coming. After not having seen you for a while, the sight of you all bundled up in your stupid scarf and ear muffs did shock him a bit. He thought after the whole Halloween hallucination debacle that his crush on you would fizzle out but apparently not. He literally felt his fingers tremble like he was experiencing withdrawal, itching with desire to pinch your sweet little face.
In a preventative effort to not act a fool in front of you and your boyfriend, Jake had opted to sit in the very back so the only thing he could look at was the back of your head. And even that was too much for him. Unfortunately, Sunghoon was seated right beside him and the first thing he did after settling in was send a screenshot of your Instagram story to Jake alongside the message "need to eat her". Then he spent the rest of the ride sleeping and drooling liberally on Jake's shoulder. Meanwhile, Jake occupied himself with thinking about how he was going to spend the next three day to avoid interacting with you as much as possible.
It took until dusk to reach their destination and by then everybody was too tired to do anything and just settled into their own rooms. Jake opted to explore the premise a bit, marveling at the extravagant display of wealth—floor-to-ceiling glass windows everywhere, shiny wood flooring, matching furniture and the faint scent of essential oil wafting through the whole space. Jay was so normal that Jake sometimes forgot how obscenely rich his family was. When he spotted the enormous jacuzzi right out the porch, he already knew he would spend the entire evening soaking in it until he turned the color of boiled prawn.
And according to plan, while everybody was napping in their room and Jay was passionately fixing up some dinner, Jake took his sweet time pruning himself up in the hot water. Dinner was delicious, though he could not recall much of it because Jay did open one of his parents' fancy champagne and gave a generous serving to everybody. Then it was movie time and try as he might, Jake could not make it past the 40 minute mark, all that alcohol at dinner and the warm bath making it hard for him to stay awake. He didn't know when he passed out but when he managed to crack an eye open, it was close to midnight and the living room was empty. Somebody was kind enough to prop his head up on the couch's arm rest and draped a blanket over his body. Groggy, he sunk deeper into the comfortable fleece and fell back asleep, not yet worried about the neck pain that would inevitably plague him come morning.
And what did he know, the foretold neck pain woke him up first thing the next day before the sun was fully up. He wriggled around pitifully to roll out the knot in his neck and shoulders to no avail. Jake had no intention of getting up yet, and he was trying to make himself comfortable again when a splash could be heard from outside. He didn't think anybody would be awake at this hour, much less already outside soaking in that gigantic jacuzzi. Maybe it was Jay—he did love performatively engaging in health and wellness practices once every month. Jake slowly rubbed the sleep from his eyes, fully expecting to see Jay do some fuckass hot tub yoga but what he saw instead made all the drowsiness in his body immediately dissipate.
It was you, of fucking course it was, submerged in the steaming water with your hair tied up, exposing the soft curve of your neck and collarbones. Jake blinked rapidly, taking in the sight of your breasts snugly cupped by that ridiculous bikini top. The beads of water rolling down your skin were also much appreciated.
He tried not to stir too much lest you notice he was wide awake and staring at you through the massive window, though he was sure you couldn't see much of him from where you were. Jake was trying to scoot a little further up for a better view but quickly stopped in his track when he heard footsteps coming from behind. He squeezed his eyes shut again, pretending to be asleep as a million thoughts raced through his head.
The logical and obvious conclusion was those footsteps belonged to Heeseung. Jake knew your boyfriend would do literally anything you asked, including joining you for a hot bath at ass o' clock despite sleeping through lunch every other day. But he was unfortunately reminded of the cursed Halloween night (he was still on the fence if he imagined it or not), and he didn't know what he would do if he opened his eyes to Jay chumming up to you in that tub.
The door slid open with a gentle squeak and Jake involuntarily held his breath. He could feel whoever it was at the door directly looking at him to gauge if he was awake. A beat passed. Jake was fully gripping his own pants underneath the blanket so he would not make a face, or god forbid, a sound. It seemed his acting was stellar because the footsteps resumed outside, and not even a second later, you giggled at whoever it was that just joined you.
"Morning. You came!"
Your tub friend snorted and instantly Jake's eyebrows shot all the way up his hairline. He didn't dare to open his eyes yet. Without a doubt, he knew who that stupid laugh belonged to because he was on the receiving end of it more times than he could count. His spine was beginning to tingle with an emotion he couldn't place and his stomach was churning like he was seconds from throwing up.
"Well not just yet, but I will in a bit."
Jake heard that stupid fucking joke loud and clear. That bassy voice was unmistakable. He trembled as his eyes cracked open just a tiny bit and sure enough, wading through the steaming water next to you was none other than his other best friend, Sunghoon.
a/n | how i felt ending part 1 with that cliffhanger 😼😼😼
Sex should've been the most electrifying experience. But for you, no matter how much you indulge, it's always the same—the burning, the discomfort, the frustration of never getting there. So when another couple invites you into their bed, you wonder—Will indulgence finally taste the way it should?
content warnings: bi! jay & jake x pan! reader, explicit content warnings are listed on each chapter, HEAVY smut, everyone is either gay or fruity, threesome (switch jay & jake x sub reader), eventual poly relationship, dubcon scenes, mxm anal sex. don't like? don't read. MDNI!
made by @dulcetnostalgia
CHAPTER 1 – SO BITTER
— Getting invited into bed with two insanely hot guys? A dream come true. Sim Jaeyun is everything you’ve ever fantasized about, soft, sweet, impossible to resist. And his boyfriend? Park Jongseong is the perfect mix of manly, dominant, and dangerously addictive.
So when they invited you to join their bed activities, you can't argue to say no despite of your situation. Who could blame you? They're insanely sexy and they're the ones insisting. They want you there. So why the hell is Jay acting so bitter about it?
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CHAPTER 2 – OOPS, IT'S SOUR
— The sex was good. So fucking good. But somehow, Jay is making things difficult afterward. His sharp comments, his rough attitude, the way he keeps looking at you like you’re something he regrets. Annoying. Irritating. You need to be careful with the way you talk 'cause— oops, it's sour.
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CHAPTER 3 – WHY ARE YOU SO SALTY?
— This was supposed to be just sex—no feelings, no attachments. What happened in bed was meant to stay there. Jake and Jay were perfect together, an undeniably loving couple who had everything. From the very beginning, you were just a third, nothing more. So why does it feel like you’re the only one left out? Fuck, why are you salty?
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CHAPTER 4 - SHOW ME SPICY
— Avoidance was your only way to move forward, but Jay and Jake weren’t about to let you slip away so easily. How could you pretend you didn’t want them when your body told a different story? If you wanted to play stubborn, fine. But brats don’t get to run—they get put in their place. And they were more than ready to show you exactly what spicy really meant.
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CHAPTER 5 - TOO SWEET
— They say three’s a crowd, but for Jay, Jake, and you—it’s starting to feel something closer to home. Love was never meant to be this simple, this natural, but with them, it’s loud in the best ways, a little chaotic, deeply tender, and a little too sweet to ever let go.
Avoidance was your only way to move forward, but Jay and Jake weren’t about to let you slip away so easily. How could you pretend you didn’t want them when your body told a different story? If you wanted to play stubborn, fine. But brats don’t get to run—they get put in their place. And they were more than ready to show you exactly what spicy really meant.
content tags: everyone is gay or fruity!!! angst! reader is self sabotaging, she made jake cry, jay is angry (and stressed), let's play back to friends by sombr, psych majors who don't know how to communicate, reader assume sunghoon's sexuality, reader cuts her hair short, jay's pov, sunoo is just sunoo.
explicit content (smut): uhm threesome (switch jake, rough mean dom jay, sub reader), dubcon!!! public sex, unprotected sex, humiliation (?), dacryphilia, rough throat fucking, cunillingus, jake tried to be angry but went soft, overstimulation, double vaginal penetration, creampie, anal sex (mxm). MDNI! WC: 21.5K
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"I think red nails would look good on me, don't you think?" You flipped your hand over, inspecting your nails with a thoughtful look.
Sunoo barely glanced up from his phone before reaching out to grab your hand, tilting it side to side. "Hmm... Maroon, definitely. With silver designs," he decided with a nod.
"Almond shape?" you asked, watching his expression closely.
Sunoo furrowed his brows, eyes drifting toward the ceiling as he considered. "Square could work too... gives that classic, clean look. But yeah, almond is a solid choice. It'll look good when you're, like, casually reaching for things."
"Okay, I should set an appointment with the nail tech Wonyoung keeps talking about," you mused, already pulling out your phone. As you both walked past a full-length mirror in the store, you stopped in your tracks, turning your head slightly to get a better look at yourself.
"Maybe I should cut my hair, no?" You ran your fingers through the strands, tilting your head as if trying to picture it. "Or maybe I should dye it? What color do you suggest?"
Sunoo looked up from his phone, finally giving you his full attention. His mouth was slightly open, eyes squinting as he observed you.
"I tried a new makeup style today," you continued, adjusting your reflection with your fingers. "I don't know if it suits me yet, but if I cut my hair, maybe it would. This length would be good, right?" You pointed just below your ears, mentally mapping out the bob cut you were suddenly considering.
Sunoo blinked, then gasped dramatically. "You're planning to get a bob cut, bitch? Are you fucking serious?!"
You raised an eyebrow at his tone. "What? You don't think it would look good?"
He placed both hands on your shoulders like he was about to shake some sense into you. "Do you have any idea what a bob cut means?"
You laughed, shaking him off. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Short hair on a hot girl?" Sunoo huffed, crossing his arms. "That's a crisis cut. A post-breakup cut. A someone just emotionally wrecked me and I need a fresh start cut!"
You rolled your eyes, but your smile faltered slightly. "Maybe I just want a change."
Sunoo wasn't buying it. He crossed his arms, his expression shifting into something more serious. "Yeah, right." He paused before adding, "By the way, Jake keeps texting me, asking when our vacant period is. He says you're not replying to them."
Your steps faltered, but you quickly regained composure. "I already told them I'm busy," you said, forcing a casual shrug. "Our internship is coming up next year, so I have to start networking now. I need professors to recommend me to the best hospitals—ones that actually offer jobs after the internship."
Sunoo narrowed his eyes. "That's a solid excuse, I'll give you that. But babe, you're literally ghosting them."
"I'm not ghosting."
"Bitch." Sunoo deadpanned. "You left them on read for two weeks."
"Because I'm not in the mood to fuck them anymore," you said flatly, resuming your pace.
Sunoo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "Oh my god. The coldness. The absolute heartlessness." Then, his voice softened. "Babe, you sound like a total bitch right now, but I know you. And I know there's a reason you cried that night."
You exhaled sharply, staring straight ahead.
"I'm your friend," Sunoo continued, his tone gentler now. "You can tell me if they hurt you. Did they do something? Say something? I mean, yeah, they're my friends too now, but you know I'll always have your back first. So tell me."
You sighed, rubbing your temples. "It's not like that. They didn't do anything."
"I just... I don't know, Sunoo." You stopped walking, running a frustrated hand through your hair. "I thought I could handle it. I thought it would be easy to keep things casual. But the longer I stayed, the harder it got. Now, it just fucking hurts."
Sunoo crossed his arms, watching you carefully. "You like them."
"Sunoo—"
"You like them," he repeated, this time with certainty. "Not just one of them. Both of them."
Your throat felt tight. "It doesn't matter."
Sunoo scoffed. "It matters if it's eating you up like this."
You swallowed, avoiding his gaze. "I was never supposed to catch feelings."
Sunoo let out a long breath, his expression softening. "You're human, dumbass. Not a fucking robot. It was bound to happen."
"It doesn't change anything." Your fingers clenched at the hem of your uniform. "It's just—fuck. I don't even know where I stand with them. I mean, they're sweet, they treat me so well. Who wouldn't fall for them?" You let out a bitter chuckle. "But that's the thing, isn't it? I don't know if it means anything."
Sunoo tilted his head, watching you carefully. "Have you told them how you feel?"
"What for?" You scoffed. "So I can humiliate myself? So I can hear them say, 'Oh, that's cute, but we never actually saw you that way'?" You let out a hollow laugh. "No, thanks."
Sunoo pursed his lips. "You don't know that's what they'd say."
You exhaled sharply, tilting your head back. "It doesn't matter, Sunoo. Because even if—if—they felt something, it wouldn't change the fact that I'm still just an extra in their relationship. They've had each other for years. I'm just..." Your voice faltered, and you forced a small smile. "Temporary."
"Babe," Sunoo frowned. "That's a really shitty way to look at it."
"Is it?" You met his eyes, voice quieter now. "Or is it just reality?"
Sunoo sighed, rubbing his temple. "I'm saying, maybe just tell them what you feel. Communicate—"
"No." You cut him off, shaking your head. "It's better to just move forward. Cut them off and be done with it." Your voice wavered, but you quickly steadied yourself. "As I said, even if they did feel something, it wouldn't change anything." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "I'll just consider them a hookup. That's all they were supposed to be anyway."
Sunoo huffed. "Look, babe. You wouldn't be spiraling over them, trying to change your hair, your nails, your entire damn life just to get away from the way they made you feel." He sighed again. "I get it. Feelings suck. But lying to yourself? That's worse."
You exhaled sharply, looking away. "It doesn't matter, Sunoo."
"It does matter." He poked your forehead. "And sooner or later, you're gonna have to face it."
Well, too bad because Sunoo didn't have a choice but to deal with your stubbornness. He had seen you shut down before, had watched you bury your emotions so deep that even you forgot they existed.
Avoidance was the only way. Cutting them off was the only way. If you ever told them the truth, it wouldn't change anything. If they did feel something for you, it still wouldn't matter. Because being together with two guys? It wasn't realistic.
Jake and Jay were perfect together—enough for each other. Their love was already deep, already established, already real.
You were just an afterthought, a temporary distraction, a spice added to their relationship to make things more exciting for a while.
That was why you had to let it go. Because holding on would only break you more.
Avoidance was the only option. But that didn't mean it was easy.
You shared three majors with them, which meant there was no real escape. Every time Jay or Jake tried to talk to you, you scrambled for a half-baked excuse, something—anything—to put distance between you.
And you felt guilty. Because at this point, you weren't just avoiding them, you were leaving Sunoo to deal with the fallout.
Every. Single. Time.
"Sorry, I already made plans to get my nails done," you said, forcing a smile as Jake grabbed your arm after your laboratory class, trying to pull you toward the arcade.
"We can just go with you!" Jake perked up immediately, his eyes practically sparkling at the idea. He turned to Jay, beaming. "Right?!"
Jay, as always, was quieter, but his gaze was on you.
You resisted the urge to sigh. "Uh—actually, I'm going with my other friends."
Beside you, Sunoo tensed, trying not to roll his eyes so hard they got stuck.
"Then Sunoo can go with you guys," you added quickly, shoving the attention onto him.
Sunoo's head snapped toward you so fast, "Excuse me?" His expression was pure betrayal.
Jake blinked, tilting his head. "Wait. Sunoo's not going with you to get your nails done?"
"Nope!" Sunoo answered before you could. "Because I'll be with you guys. Losing all my money on rigged machines. Can't wait!"
He hooked his arms through Jake and Jay's, dragging them away before you could say another word. But not before shooting you a sharp, knowing look.
Avoidance was the only option, but it was hard.
It was almost funny, how desperately you were trying to erase them from your life, only for your own mind to betray you at every turn.
Jay's lips were always dry. Did he ever listen and start using the lip balm you recommended? Or was he still stubborn about it?
Jake had a terrible habit of not drinking enough water, always running on boundless energy until he inevitably crashed. You wondered if Jay kept that in mind—if he reminded him to drink more, if he handed him a bottle without a word, the way you used to.
Not your problem anymore.
"Your nails are so pretty!!!" Wonyoung screeched, grabbing your hand and turning it under the flashing club lights. The silver designs shimmered, catching every flicker of neon.
"Thank you," you muttered, tipping back your drink without hesitation. The alcohol burned down your throat, but you welcomed it. Anything to dull the edges. Sunoo sat beside you, talking how he wants to have sex tonight.
Another drink. Then another. By the time the rest of your friends arrived, your head was already buzzing, you can't even keep up with the conversation anymore. You laughed at the right moments, nodded when necessary, but your mind was elsewhere.
"Can you recommend a good waterproof mascara?" you mumbled, resting your head against Sunghoon's shoulder.
He exhaled through his nose, clearly unimpressed with your state. "I don't know? Maybelline, I guess? Or some Japanese brand—those are good too."
"You're gay," you giggled, voice slightly slurred.
Sunghoon scoffed, shifting slightly so you didn't slide off him. "How the fuck is that gay?"
"You just know things." You poked his chest, eyes drooping.
"It's called having sisters, dumbass," he deadpanned.
You giggled, the alcohol making everything funnier than it should be. "Hehehe, ever since you joined our group, you've had this, like... boy love energy."
"I'm not into boy love," he muttered, taking a sip of his drink.
You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your chest. "Oh my god. You're homophobic."
Sunghoon choked on his drink so hard he nearly spit it out. "What?! Where the fuck did you get that from?"
"How are you not into boy love?" You slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Boy love is great. It's wholesome, it's cute, it's—"
Your voice cracked and your lips wobbled, remembering Jay and Jake. Suddenly, your eyes burned.
You sniffled. Sunghoon, who had been mid-rant about how you made no sense, suddenly froze. He stared at you, wide-eyed.
"Hey... are you—are you crying?"
You sniffled, waving a hand dramatically. "I miss them."
Sunghoon blinked. "Miss who?"
"Boy love!" you wailed, smacking the table. "Boy love is so cute! It makes me so jealous! Agh—fuck! How can you not like boy love?! I miss seeing some boy love, but it hurts seeing some boy love!"
"Bro, what the fuck are you talking about?"
You sniffled harder, rubbing your eyes aggressively. "It's so unfair. Why are they so perfect together? Why can't I just be happy watching them be happy?!"
Sunghoon, still utterly baffled, slowly turned his head, scanning the club for someone or anyone to deal with your mess. His gaze landed on Sunoo, who was currently twerking in the middle of the dance floor, hyping himself up with your other friends.
"It's really hard to avoid them," you hiccupped, wiping at your face with the back of your hand. "I miss them."
Sunghoon let out a slow breath. "Uh-huh."
"I'm making the right decision, right?" you asked, eyes wide and desperate, like you were begging him to validate your self-sabotage.
He scratched his head awkwardly. "Uh... yeah?"
"Yes," you repeated, sniffling. "I'm right. They'll stop. They'll forget me. They'll live happily ever after."
Sunghoon nodded again, then you let out a wobbly sigh. "I will also forget about them," you declared, before promptly bursting into tears again.
You wiped your nose aggressively. "I'll just go back to my old self. No more stupid feelings, no more heartbreak, no more—no more them."
He gave you a cautious thumbs-up. "Sounds... healthy."
"I'll just masturbate with my vibrator," you continued, completely ignoring him. "At least my vibrator doesn't make my heart hurt."
Sunghoon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Jesus Christ."
"Women can over-complicate things, and that's because they go deeper—sometimes too deep, admittedly."
Yes. Exactly. To avoid over-complicating things, avoidance was the only solution.
You were just walking down the hallway, minding your own business, when a hand suddenly grabbed yours.
You yelped, eyes widening. "What the—?!"
Before you could even react, you were being pulled, not roughly, but firmly, until you stumbled into an empty mini-theater room. The door clicked shut behind you, and your heart pounded as you whipped around.
"Jake?"
He was standing there, hand still wrapped around your wrist, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a tight line. His usual playful energy was nowhere to be found.
The room was too quiet and intimate. The only sound was the distant hum of the campus outside, muffled by thick walls, the kind that trapped secrets and held them hostage. Your pulse was a dull roar in your ears as you stared at him.
God, you missed him. The playful lilt of his voice, the way he always smelled like clean laundry and something unmistakably Jake. You missed the way he touched you—soft, then rough, then soft again. You missed them. Him and Jay.
Your chest tightened, instead you swallowed, immediately trying to pull away. "Jake. Let go."
His fingers twitched against your skin, like he was debating something—like he wanted to hold on a second longer, just in case you changed your mind. But then, finally, he released you, but he didn't step back.
He was still too close.
"You are avoiding us." He said, wounded by frustration. "Why?"
Panic coiled inside you, what the fuck. You weren't ready for this. Your thoughts scrambled, reaching for an excuse, anything—anything—that would make him back off. Think. Think. Think.
But then Jake's face softened, and he exhaled shakily, rubbing a hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry if we did something wrong," he said. "Just—please, talk to us. If you don't want to have sex anymore, that's okay. I understand. We understand." He took a step closer, voice cracking slightly. "Just don't shut us out, please."
Fuck. You almost caved. Jake have this eyes that knew exactly how to weaken you, but you spent enough time to hardened yourself. Pulled your walls up so high that even you couldn't see over them.
Lied through your fucking teeth.
You crossed your arms, forcing a blank expression. "I'm busy, Jake. I don't have time to play around with you two anymore."
Jake blinked, hurt was flashed across his face. "P-Play around?, I-Is that what this was to you?"
You scoffed, "What else would it be?"
Jake's expression twisted, like your words had physically knocked the breath out of him. Good. Maybe he'd finally get the hint.
"Look, Jake." You forced yourself to keep your voice steady, swallowing down the lump clawing its way up your throat. "I don't want to be mean, but get a fucking clue. Okay? Yes, I'm avoiding you. You and Jay were fun. The sex was good. But that's all it ever was."
Jake inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. His eyes, still locked onto yours. "Just explain to us, why?"
"I don't owe you an explanation in the first place!" you snapped, voice rising despite yourself. You could feel your resolve cracking, your emotions clawing their way to the surface. But you couldn't let them win. You couldn't let him see you break.
Lied through your fucking teeth.
"I got tired of it, okay?!"
Jake's breath came out unsteady. "You could've just told us," he said, "I-Instead of... this—instead of just shutting us out like we never meant anything. We're friends, r-right?"
That last word came out, and his voice cracking, and that was what almost broke you.
Because Jake was looking at you like he was desperate to understand, like he needed you to say something—anything that could make this all make sense.
"Friends?" You let out a cold, hollow laugh, tilting your head like he'd just said something stupid. "Jake, we were never friends."
The second the words left your mouth, Jake flinched, his breath stuttering. His entire body stiffened, his shoulders curling inward.
"Don't say that," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You don't mean that."
You clenched your jaw so hard it ached. "I do."
Jake swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he stared at you like he was trying to see through the wall you'd just slammed between you. Like if he looked hard enough, he'd find something—some sign that you were lying.
But he wouldn't. Because you were good at this. You were good at pretending.
"Just tell me why," he tried again, softer this time, more pleading than before. "If you ever cared about us at all, just... tell me why you're doing this."
Your hands curled into fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms, your entire body screamed at you to stop, to take it all back, to fix this.
But you couldn't. You forced out a sigh, rolling your eyes. "God, Jake, you're so clingy." Jake flinched, and you saw the exact moment something in him cracked.
"You took everything way too seriously," you continued. "It was just sex. I don't know what the fuck you thought this was, but it wasn't deep."
"You were convenient," you added, twisting the knife deeper. "That's all. And now? I'm over it."
Jake sucked in a breath, his shoulders stiffening. You noticed the way his lips trembled. And then slowly—he nodded.
Tears streaked his cheeks, but he didn't wipe them away. He didn't lash out. He didn't beg. He just looked at you—looked through you—his expression heartbreakingly soft despite everything.
Jake didn't yell. He didn't curse you out, didn't demand answers or call you a liar. Instead, he just stood there, letting the weight of your words settle between you. His eyes were soft—too soft, filled with a quiet kind of devastation that made your stomach churn.
Without another word, he turned and walked away. The door clicked shut behind him, and that was it.
Your body sagged the moment he was gone, like the strings holding you together had been severed. You sucked in a breath, trying to steady yourself, but the air felt suffocating. Your hands trembled at your sides, your fingers twitching like they wanted to reach out, to pull him back.
Don't break down. Don't be weak. You did what needed to be done.
One minute. Just one minute to get yourself together.
Your heart pounded against your ribs, your throat burned from holding back something that wanted to crawl out, guilt, regret, longing, you didn't know. Didn't want to know.
Then, finally, you exhaled. Straightened your back. Set your shoulders and walked out.
The hallway was quiet, but not empty.
Your steps faltered as you saw them—Jake, standing there with his back slightly hunched, his hands gripping the hem of Jay's uniform. His shoulders shook and his breathing uneven.
And Jay stood right in front of him, tense and rigid, watching him with a concern expression. His fists were clenched, but his hands hovered just slightly—like he wanted to touch Jake, to comfort him, but didn't know how.
And when he looked up, his eyes found yours. The softness that was there for Jake was gone.
Jay's gaze was dark, sharp, and cold in a way that made your breath hitch. There was no visible anger, just an overwhelming quiet rage simmering.
Your pulse kicked up, you immediately turned away to avoid his gaze.
Spun on your heel and walked in the opposite direction, forcing your steps to be even, controlled. Ignoring the way your chest ached, the way your throat felt tight, the way your lungs felt like they couldn't get enough air.
You did the right thing.
BACK in high school, Jay never really liked being around too many people. He wasn't exactly antisocial, he could hold a conversation when needed, and he got along fine with classmates.
But having a solid group of friends wasn't his thing. Socializing felt like a chore, something that drained him. It was exhausting trying to keep up with people's expectations, their small talk, their unnecessary drama. So, he kept his distance, floating between different groups without ever fully settling in.
Girls, especially, were a whole different kind of exhausting. He wasn't clueless—he knew most of the guys in his class were obsessed with them, always whispering about who had the best tits, passing around porn links like they were trading cards.
Sure, Jay could admit that women were attractive. Sexy, even. Tits were nice, pussy was great. But in his experience, being around women felt more like a headache than a pleasure.
They were too complex, too hard to figure out. One moment they were sweet, the next they were upset over something he didn't even understand. And somehow, he was always expected to know why. It was frustrating. The high-pitched screeching in the hallways, the emotional rollercoasters, the way they'd take out their bad moods on him for no reason—it was all too much.
So, he stayed detached. Women were beautiful, but from a distance. Up close, they were just another thing he didn't have the patience to deal with.
"Did I just... get rejected?"
Jay barely had a second to process before the words came tumbling out from the stranger standing in front of him. The guy was wearing a soccer jersey, his eyes red-rimmed like he'd been crying for a while.
Jay raised an eyebrow, not sure why he was being dragged into this. He didn't even know the guy.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" the stranger asked, pouting up at him like some kicked puppy.
Jay gave him a once-over. The guy was about his height, maybe a little smaller, with messy hair and wide, golden-retriever eyes that only made his pathetic expression worse.
"She said I give the best head," the guy continued, sniffling. "But, continue to say some monologue that it's not me, it's her. What does it even mean?"
Jay sighed, running a hand down his face as he stared at the sky. Out of all the people this guy could've dumped his sob story on, why him? He just wanted to go home, lay in bed, and maybe practice a few guitar solos, not babysit some heartbroken stranger.
And that's how he met Jake.
If Jay was being honest, Jake could be a lot to handle. He was loud, clingy, and had the attention span of a golden retriever, but somehow, they just worked.
They balanced each other out in a way Jay never expected. They didn't argue much, jealousy was never an issue, and even when they weren't in the mood to deal with each other, they just shrugged it off—no drama, no unnecessary fights.
And Jay loved him. So much that he followed him to university, enrolling in the same classes just to be with him.
That was why, when Jake first brought up the idea of a threesome, Jay had been flabbergasted. He wasn't the sharing type. He was possessive by nature, and the thought of someone else touching his Jake made his blood boil. But Jake was patient, communicating his feelings in the only way he knew how: between tangled sheets.
It took months for Jay to even consider it. He didn't know what to think, didn't know if he'd be okay with it. Whether it was another guy or a girl, the thought of it made him wary.
Then, one day, he and Jake went out to his favorite café, and that's when he noticed you.
You weren't looking at him. You were looking at Jake. Staring—too long, too obvious.
Jay's eyebrow twitched. He knew exactly where he had seen you before.
You were the girl at the freshmen welcoming party, kissing random girls like it was nothing, completely lost in the haze of alcohol. He remembered the way you moaned when two girls did body shots off your stomach. You were that drunk—so far gone that, by the end of the night, it was him and Jake who had been instructed to carry you back to your dorm.
And now here you were, staring at his boyfriend.
You like guys too?
He huffed, raising an eyebrow when he caught you looking.
Then there was the train ride during the retreat. Another moment. Another time you stared at Jake when you thought no one was looking.
Jay had noticed.
"Do you think she's into threesomes?" Jake had whispered to him that night, curiosity practically dripping from his voice. He was always like this—open, playful, intrigued by new experiences.
Jay had just sighed, brushing the thought aside. "How would I know?"
He didn't think about it much after that. At least, not until he saw you sneak out of the drinking room at the retreat.
And for some reason, he followed.
He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was suspicion, or maybe it was something else. And that's when he saw you grinding against some guy named Heeseung, lips locked in a messy kiss, your whimpers barely muffled by the night air.
Jay's fists clenched at his sides. He should've turned back. Should've left. But instead, he stood there, watching.
And fuck, he didn't expect his pants to feel this tight.
Jay thought you were beautiful. Not just in the obvious way—yeah, you had the kind of face that turned heads, but it was more than that. You had this energy, this pull, something that made people gravitate toward you like you were a magnet. And Jay had always been the type to keep his distance, to stay in control, but even he wasn't immune to it.
And he knew Jake wasn't either.
Jake was naturally affectionate, clingy even, but with you, it was different. He paid attention in a way Jay had never seen before, like he was cataloging every little thing about you.
"She likes soft textures," Jake mused, scanning the shelves of the convenience store. He grabbed a puff pastry filled with chocolate and strawberry, tossing it into their basket. "She'd like this."
Jay raised a brow, watching as Jake continued down the aisle, muttering to himself.
"I think we should get makeup wipes," Jake said, grabbing a pack without hesitation. "She uses this brand, right?"
Jay exhaled through his nose, amused. "Since when did you memorize her entire skincare routine?"
Jake shrugged, grinning. "Since she started leaving her stuff at our place."
That part was true. At first, it had been little things, a stray hair tie, a forgotten hoodie—but now there was a whole section of their bathroom cabinet stocked with your products. Your shampoo was in their shower. Your chapstick was on the nightstand. Your presence was everywhere, lingering like the scent of your perfume.
It annoyed him, how easily you captured Jake's attention, how effortlessly you slipped into their dynamic like you'd always belonged there. Jay had never been the jealous type, not really, but something about the way Jake gravitated toward you, the way he paid attention to you in ways that felt too careful made something uneasy settle in his chest.
But over time, Jay realized it wasn't just Jake.
He found himself watching you more often than he cared to admit, listening when you talked, remembering the small details about you without even trying.
He started noticing things—how you always smelled like vanilla and something sweet, how your nose scrunched up when you were focused, how your lips parted slightly when you were about to tease someone. It wasn't just Jake who was drawn to you. Jay was, too.
"Men have different parts in their brain," their professor droned on at the front of the lecture hall, pacing slowly as he gestured to the board. "It's an anatomical difference that affects communication—"
Jay barely heard the rest. Instead, his attention drifted to you, slumped against Sunoo's shoulder, your mouth slightly open as you slept. Sunoo was just as bad, his head tilted against yours, completely knocked out.
Jay huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
The two of you looked ridiculous, but for some reason, he felt that same annoying warmth in his chest that he'd been trying to ignore. The same feeling that made him buy your favorite snacks at the convenience store without thinking. The same feeling that had him listening a little too intently whenever Jake talked about you.
"Anatomical difference, my ass. Men just use their dicks instead of their mouths, that's why they're assholes," Yunjin muttered, typing away on her laptop while half-listening to the lecture.
Jay didn't agree with that. He knew men communicated—just differently. Maybe not with words the way women did, but through actions and through presence.
Like how Jake never outright said he wanted you, but always found an excuse to bring you up in conversations, to keep you close.
Like how Jay himself never said much at all, but still, for some reason, his attention always gravitated toward you.
They just had different ways of showing affection, and for a while, Jay thought that was enough.
Until it wasn't.
"It's freezing. What are you doing out here?" Jay asked, stepping onto the snow-covered porch where Jake sat curled in on himself. The night air was sharp, biting against his skin, but Jake didn't seem to notice.
Jay's eyes trailed over him—his red nose, the slight tremble in his fingers, the way his eyes were swollen and glassy.
"Were you crying?" Jay frowned, reaching out to tilt Jake's face toward him.
Jake flinched, but he didn't pull away. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
"Baby, talk to me," Jay said, firmer this time.
"I—I..." Jake's voice wavered. His breath came out in a shaky cloud, visible against the cold air. "I'm sorry."
Jay's brows furrowed. "For what?"
Jake squeezed his eyes shut, as if saying it out loud would break him.
"I like her, Jay."
Jay's breath hitched at the confession, Jake had always been expressive—his love was loud, easy, all-consuming. But maybe, just maybe, Jay had never truly listened. Never truly looked. Because if he had, he would've seen this coming.
Jay let out a slow breath, steadying himself. Then, without hesitation, he cupped Jake's face, thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down his cheek.
"I'm sorry, I know it's wrong —"
"You don't have to be sorry," Jay murmured.
Jake sniffled, confused. "But—"
Jay shook his head, cutting him off. "I like her too."
Jake stilled. His grip on Jay's jacket loosened slightly, as if he didn't believe what he just heard.
Jay exhaled, looking past Jake for a moment, toward the snow-covered street, the dim porch light casting a soft glow around them. It had taken him too long to realize it, but now that the words were out, they felt right.
"I didn't want to admit it, but I get it. I get why you feel this way."
Jake's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching. "Then why did we—" He hesitated. "Why didn't we talk about this sooner?"
Jay fell silent, because that was the problem, wasn't it?
Their entire relationship had been built on silent understandings, unspoken words, actions instead of conversations. It had always been enough—until it really wasn't.
Jay wasn't the type to talk about feelings, and Jake... well, Jake always just went with whatever Jay was willing to give.
Jay sighed, finally meeting Jake's gaze again. "Because we never really talk about things, do we?"
Jake let out a breathy, broken laugh, shaking his head. "No. We really don't."
Jay reached up, threading his fingers through Jake's hair, pulling him into a slow, grounding hug. Jake melted into him instantly. For a while, neither of them spoke. The cold wind bit at their skin, the snow crunching softly beneath their feet as they shifted slightly in place. But neither moved to go inside.
"I miss her," Jake finally whispered. His voice was small, fragile in a way that Jay rarely ever heard. "Is it right to tell her how we feel?"
Jay stiffened slightly at the question, that was the real problem. It wasn't just about their feelings anymore—it was about yours too.
He wasn't an idiot. He had noticed the shift in your energy, the way you had started pulling away, the way your texts had become shorter, emptier.
Maybe you felt it too. Maybe you had been trying to fight it just as much as he had.
But unlike him, you had chosen to run.
And Jay hated that.
Because the truth was, he had spent so much of his life avoiding unnecessary complications, keeping people at arm's length to protect himself from feelings he didn't know how to deal with. Relationships were easy when they were just sex, when there were clear boundaries that everyone followed.
But you had blurred every single one of those lines.
He had spent months trying to ignore the way he felt, convincing himself that this was nothing more than what it started as — just a bit of fun. But then you wormed your way into their lives in ways he never anticipated.
It was in the way you laughed at Jake's stupid jokes, in the way you pout your lips at certain foods, in the way you always took extra time to make sure Jake was drinking enough water or that Jay wasn't skipping meals.
It was in the way you would fall asleep on their couch, curled up like you belonged there, as if you had carved a space for yourself in their world without even realizing it.
And yet, they had never said anything. They had never talked about what any of this meant, never acknowledged the growing weight of their emotions.
"I don't know," Jay admitted, "but I know I don't want to lose her."
Jake swallowed hard, his grip on Jay tightening. "Me neither."
He wasn't sure how to approach this, wasn't sure how to untangle the mess they had all made. But one thing was certain—he and Jake wanted you.
And if there was even the slightest chance that you wanted them too, Jay would figure out a way to make this work.
Poly relationships existed, didn't they?
And if that was the way to keep you, then Jay would do everything in his power to make you stay.
...
Except you were acting like a fucking bitch.
Despite all the planning, about how to approach this properly, Jake had gone ahead and done the one thing Jay told him not to do—talk to you without a plan. Without giving you time. Without preparing himself for the worst.
And now Jake was curled up in Jay's arms, shaking, trying to choke back his sobs while Jay clenched his jaw so tightly.
Jake was impatient, and you were pushing them away.
Jay's head was going to fucking explode. He didn't know how to handle this. He hated seeing Jake cry, hated the way his hands trembled as he held onto him. Hated the way you had shut them out like they didn't mean a goddamn thing to you.
Well, he knew that they meant something to you.
Jay's patience had been stretched thin for weeks now. Every time he thought he might have a chance to talk to you, you slipped away like smoke between his fingers. It was pissing him off. He could feel you pulling back, putting up walls he hadn't even realized were there. And the worst part is he had no fucking idea how to break them down.
He wasn't the kind of guy who begged. He wasn't the kind of guy who chased. But for you? For you, he was losing his goddamn mind.
"Hey, shhh, it's okay, I'll talk to her," Jay murmured, his voice steady despite the frustration simmering beneath the surface. Jake sniffled, his face buried in Jay's shoulder, but his grip didn't loosen. His whole body shook, fingers digging into Jay's back.
Jay sighed, bringing a hand up to wipe Jake's wet cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Jake's lips trembled.
"She's not even giving us a chance."
Yeah, he fucking noticed.
And it pissed him off. Not just because you were avoiding them, not just because you were pushing Jake away—but because Jake wasn't even mad about it. He wasn't angry; he was hurt. Both of them knew you didn't mean what you had said that day. But what could they do when you refused to talk? When you were so hell-bent on running?
"...Many individuals engage in self-sabotage not because they don't want happiness, but because they fear it."
Jay blinked at the professor's voice, his jaw tightening as he focused on the lecture.
"Fear of commitment, avoidance of intimacy, and reluctance to accept positive emotions often stem from deep-seated insecurities. This can manifest as pushing people away when they get too close, fixating on imperfections to justify emotional distance, or convincing oneself that they are 'better off alone.'"
He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face.
"To put it simply," the professor continued, leaning against his desk, "people self-sabotage when they don't believe they deserve good things. They anticipate failure or abandonment, so they preemptively destroy what could be good before it has the chance to hurt them."
Jay's head instinctively turned to where you usually sat. Your seat was empty. Of course, it was.
His fingers drummed against the desk, irritation flaring in his chest. He already knew you were avoiding them, but it was becoming worse. First, it was the silent treatment, then skipping plans, ignoring texts. Now, you were barely showing up to class. What the fuck were you thinking? Were you really about to fail a major subject just to get away from them?
Jake nudged him lightly, his eyes worried. "She's really doing this, huh?"
Jay clenched his jaw. "Fucking ridiculous," he muttered.
He didn't understand. Why were you acting like this? They had never once made you feel unwanted. Never treated you like an afterthought.
The professor moved on, but Jay wasn't listening anymore. His mind was spinning, the weight of your absence pressing heavily against him.
Prelims came and went. And still—no shadow of you.
Jay barely glanced at his exam paper as he turned it in. He had spent the past hour only half-focused, tapping his pen against the desk in frustration, mind elsewhere. He already knew his score wouldn't be his best. Not with the way you were consuming his every thought.
Outside the exam hall, Sunoo approached him hesitantly. Jay didn't miss the way he shifted awkwardly on his feet, fingers twisting together like he was debating whether to speak.
"I'm sorry," Sunoo finally said, sighing. "I hope... whatever's happening with you guys, you'll be patient with her."
Jay exhaled sharply through his nose. Yeah. He was trying to be patient, but patience was running thin when you wouldn't even look at them anymore.
Sunoo hesitated again before glancing around, making sure no one was listening. "It's not my story to tell," he admitted carefully, voice softer, "but she likes the both of you." He shook his head, lips pressing together. "She just... she's being negative."
Jay's grip tightened on his exam booklet. Of course, he fucking knew that. It wasn't just obvious—it was the only explanation that made sense. But hearing it from Sunoo, having someone else confirm it, should have made him feel better. It didn't.
Because knowing that you wanted them didn't change the fact that you were pushing them away. It didn't change the fact that you were choosing to ruin this before they even had a chance to prove to you that it could work.
Sunoo studied Jay's face, reading his silence before sighing. "She's just scared," he muttered. "That's how she is."
Jay huffed out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah? Well, I'm getting really fucking tired of watching her run."
Sunoo gave him a look, almost as if to say, then catch her.
Fine. He would. One thing was clear—this avoidance shit? It needed to end.
They had to talk. They had to communicate. Well, they had been trying. But talking to you was like grasping at smoke. Jay had tried to contact you, but it was clear you had soft-blocked them both. His messages stayed unread. Calls went straight to voicemail.
Jay had tried to find you. But every time he did, you ran. Midterms came. Jay was exhausted, irritated, and so fucking done with the distance.
And then, he saw you. Laughing like nothing had happened, like you hadn't disappeared off the face of the fucking earth. You were standing outside the library with a group of friends, flexing your nails dramatically as the others fussed over them. Jay's steps slowed. Your hair was different, it was short.
A bob cut. The sight of it made his chest tighten. It wasn't a bad thing—hell, it looked good. But it was different. You were different.
He inhaled sharply and stepped forward, but before he could close the distance, your gaze flickered up. And you saw him for a second your expression froze.
Then, before Jay could even process it, someone else entered the scene.
Some guy. That fucking guy and his girlfriend.
Jay watched as they approached you, watched as the girl kissed your cheek, Heeseung slinging an arm around your shoulder.
And you let them. You let them pull you away before Jay could even reach you. No fucking way.
"Do you think we should give up?" Jake had asked once. Jay only shook his head. No.
Communication is key—but with the way you're acting, they need a different strategy to reach you.
You don't get to run. Not anymore. Men speak in different ways they said, and if the softest way doesn't get through to you then he'll have to go rough.
"Oh my God, this is the most chaotic event ever," Sunoo complained loudly, fanning himself dramatically with his schedule sheet. "Who in their right mind thinks it's a good idea to hold university games when summer is practically melting us alive? That's actual insanity."
Sweat clung to your forehead, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin. All around you, students were sprawled across the open field, desperately searching for shade or breeze.
Sunghoon turned on his small turbo fan and aimed it toward you and Sunoo. A soft hum filled the air, and you immediately leaned into the stream of cool air.
"Bless your soul," you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as the breeze hit your face.
Meanwhile, Wonyoung sat cross-legged on the grass nearby, sipping water with a serene expression, completely unbothered by the scorching sun.
"This is actually so unfair," you muttered, glancing at her in disbelief. "I look like a soggy dog, and she's out here looking like a skincare commercial."
"She's probably not human," Sunoo said flatly.
You slumped dramatically closer to the turbo fan, shoulders sagging with defeat. "Why did you even register us for dodgeball?!" you whined, voice muffled as you practically shoved your face into the breeze. "I look like I've been through five stages of grief, I don't even barely survive now that we don't do anything, then what about tomorrow."
Sunoo shrugged, unapologetic. "It's tradition. And it's the only time I get to legally throw a ball at people I don't like."
You gave him a flat look, lifting your face just enough to mutter, "That includes me, doesn't it?"
"Depends on how much more you complain," he deadpanned, eyes hidden behind his oversized sunglasses.
Sunghoon leaned slightly forward with a furrowed brow. "Hey, your mascara is kind of melting. Like... a lot."
You gasped, sitting up straight. "No! No, no, no—" You fumbled through your bag in a mild panic, fishing out your phone. The moment your reflection came into view, you groaned. "I look like a raccoon who just got dumped."
"You always say that," Wonyoung chimed in with a lazy smile, finally acknowledging the conversation as she shifted beneath her sun umbrella. "And yet somehow you still pull."
"Not in this heat I don't," you grumbled, pressing a tissue to the corner of your eye. The moment you pulled it back, it was smudged black. "Great. I look like I'm melting from the inside out."
You leaned into the mirror on your phone, trying to fix the damage but the more you dabbed and adjusted, the worse it got. The eyeliner smeared into your under-eye, and your lashes clumped at odd angles. You cursed softly under your breath, cheeks hot with both embarrassment and the unforgiving sun.
"I need to go to the bathroom," you muttered, standing quickly and brushing off the back of your shorts. "This is a mess—I need to fix this before I look like I got dumped and then thrown into a fire."
"I told you to change your mascara," Sunoo mumbled. "Waterproof isn't just a suggestion in this weather."
"I didn't think it'd get this bad!" you hissed, reaching for your bag—which, naturally, was hanging from Sunghoon's overburdened shoulder. He handed it off without complaint, arms already full of Wonyoung and Sunoo's things too.
"Where are you going?" Wonyoung asked without moving.
"To salvage my face," you said over your shoulder. "If I don't come back, assume I drowned in the sink."
You didn't wait for a reply, slipping away from the group as your shoes scuffed against the hot pavement. The chatter of students faded behind you, replaced by the distant hum of activity inside the university. The moment you entered the shaded hallway, the temperature dropped just enough for you to breathe.
Your footsteps echoed lightly as you made your way toward the restroom, the cold tile of the building cooling the soles of your feet through your sneakers. You exhaled a long, slow breath—finally out of the noise and the sun.
You pushed open the bathroom door and slipped inside, letting it close behind you with a soft click.
You dropped your bag on the counter, you pulled out your makeup, eyeing the smudged disaster on your face. Carefully, you began dabbing away the ruined mascara and eyeliner, patting concealer beneath your eyes and slowly rebuilding the illusion of composure. Your lashes clumped slightly as you reapplied your mascara, and you leaned in closer to the mirror to separate them.
You were just about finished when a voice cut through.
"Figured I'd find you here."
You jumped, nearly knocking your makeup pouch off the counter. Your head whipped toward the door—where Jay stood, leaning against the frame.
"This is the girls' restroom," you snapped, the panic slipping into your voice. The last thing you wanted was to be cornered by him. And God, of all the times, why did he have to look so fucking good in that damn denim jacket?
Jay didn't flinch. He just stared. "It's not like I haven't seen everything already," he said, stepping inside and letting the door swing shut behind him with a low thud.
You scoffed, hard, grabbing your bag off the counter. "Right. And that gives you a free pass to stalk me now? Is that how it works?"
Jay's jaw tightened, but his voice stayed low. "I didn't stalk you. I came to talk. Since you're ghosting every call, and message, avoiding us, and you made Jake cry," he added, emphasizing the last part.
"Maybe because I don't want to talk," you bit out, slamming a lipstick back into your bag. "I already told your boyfriend—I'm done with the both of you. So stop. Stop being so fucking annoying."
You tried to storm past him, but his hand shot out fast, gripping your shoulder, forcing you back.
"What the hell is your problem?!" you snapped, "You think cornering me like this is gonna change anything?"
Jay's eyes darkened, his voice dropping a notch. "Yeah. Maybe it will. Since the version where I let you push us away didn't work."
"You don't get to decide how I feel," you hissed, shoving at his chest. "You don't get to show up like this just because you're pissed I won't answer you."
"And you don't get to shut down every time something doesn't go your way," he shot back. "You act like you don't care, but if that were true, you wouldn't be shaking right now."
Jay's eyes dropped to your arm, the subtle tremble giving you away. You quickly swallowed the lump rising in your throat and tucked your arm behind your back.
He raised a brow. "Can you stop being a brat for five seconds and just hear me out?"
You scoffed, biting down the sting in your chest. "I told you—I'm not interested anymore. Why are you so damn pushy?!"
"Because we fucking like you!" Jay snapped, you stiffened, the silence that followed hitting louder than his voice had. Your breath caught. His jaw clenched, and the space between you suddenly felt way too small.
Being with them isn't realistic.
Push them away.
Lied through your fucking teeth.
"Wow. Great. That's your excuse?" you spat, though your voice shook just enough to betray you. "You like me, so now I'm supposed to just roll over and forget everything? Grow up, Jay. That's not how this works."
Jay stepped forward slowly. You instinctively backed up, your spine hitting the cold edge of the counter.
"You felt something too," he said, eyes fixed on you. "Don't bullshit me."
"Shut up," you shot back too fast, and too obviously defensive.
He didn't stop. His gaze locked on yours, footsteps steady. "You can act cold, pretend you're done, like we didn't get under your skin. But I know better."
You pressed harder into the counter. "You don't know shit," you hissed. "It was a mistake. A phase. Whatever the hell you thought you saw—it wasn't real."
Jay's mouth curled, smirking. "Funny. That 'phase' made you tremble like that? That mistake had you gasping my name?"
Your chest rose and fell fast, your heart thundering behind your ribs like it wanted out.
He leaned in, close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath. "You're not scared of us. You're scared of how real it felt. You're scared because it meant something—and you don't know what the hell to do with that."
"Shut up," you repeated, but your voice cracked on the edge of it this time.
Jay went still and finally, he heard it. That tiny crack in your armor, the one you didn't mean to let slip. The one he'd been waiting for.
His expression shifted, the usual smirk gone. What was left was quiet, focus and dangerous stare.
"You can keep pushing us away. Say it was fake. Say it was a lie. But you and I both know—" his voice dipped, "—it was the most real thing you've ever felt."
You clenched your jaw, refusing to look at him. If you met his eyes now, it was over, you knew it. So you stared at the floor, at the sink, at anywhere but him.
"Look at me," he said.
You didn't. So he grabbed your jaw, rough, and tilted your face toward his. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you locked eyes with him. And that was it. The moment cracked open, revealing everything you hadn't said.
His gaze bore into you, not blinking, not softening. "You gonna keep pretending this meant nothing?" he murmured, breath ghosting over your cheek. "You gonna keep walking around like you're not haunted by us every fucking night?"
You said nothing because you couldn't. Jay stepped in closer, so close the space between you vanished, the scent of his cologne hitting you hard, that familiar deep and musky. Your legs wobbled, barely holding you up, and you cursed your body for betraying you.
He leaned in, his hand still holding your face, thumb brushing the edge of your lip. "You really think you can just move on? That someone else is gonna touch you the way we did? Know you the way we do?"
His voice dropped even lower, a growl at the edge of it. "You think you're just gonna give that cunt to someone else?" His hand slid down, slow, dragging along your throat, pressing just enough to make your breath catch. "You think it's gonna listen to them?"
Your thighs clenched on instinct. Fuck.
Jay caught the reaction—he always noticed. His lips curved just barely. "Your body doesn't lie," he said, "It remembers us. The way you moaned. The way you begged. That pussy listens when we speak. You know it. I know it."
His hand rested just above your chest now, feeling your heartbeat racing beneath it.
"You can lie all you want," he said, eyes dark and locked on you. "But your body's telling the truth."
You were frozen, pulse slamming in your throat, heat spreading beneath your skin. Jay's lips brushed the shell of your ear. "Say it didn't mean anything. Look me in the eye and say it."
A soft, broken gasp—no, worse. A moan left your mouth. You felt the slow smile curl against your skin, felt the change in the air as his grip shifted.
"There she is," he murmured. "Couldn't hold it in, could you?"
"Fuck you," you choked, breathless, humiliated, every inch of your skin lit up with heat and shame.
His hand slid from your chest to your neck again, thumb brushing your jaw as he tilted your head up. "You already did," he said. "And you fucking loved it."
His other hand slid to your hip, fingers digging in just hard enough to make you gasp. Then he stepped in fully, pressing his body flush against yours, pinning you between the counter and him.
"Push me away," he said, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling, eyes locked on you like a hunter cornering prey.
But you couldn't look away. His scent coiled around you, and your legs barely held you up. You felt it, the warmth blooming between your thighs, the traitorous ache soaking into your panties, and you hated how much he could still do this to you with so little.
"Push me away," Jay repeated. "Make me cry the way you fucking did to Jake."
His hand tightened around your throat suddenly. Your hands flew to his wrist on reflex, clutching him but you didn't push. You didn't even try. A squeak escaped your lips, your fingers just held him there, trembling, as the air caught in your throat and heat flared down your spine.
"Stop talking," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut, as if you could block out the sound of his voice.
But his grip on your throat only tightened. "Why?" Jay murmured, his tone taunting. "Can't take it?"
Your lips parted, breath ragged. "I—I'm s-sorry, okay? I'm sorry," you gasped.
Jay's eyes narrowed, and a sharp, mocking smile curled at his lips. "Sorry?" he echoed. "Now you're sorry?"
"No. You don't get to say sorry and pretend that fixes this," he snarled. "You lied. You ran. You made Jake cry. You threw us away —and now look at you."
"Look at yourself," he hissed. "Pathetic little whimper in your throat every time I speak."
You tried to shake your head, but he didn't let you. "No. Don't look away now," Jay growled, fingers still wrapped tight around your throat, forcing your eyes up to meet his. "You wanna play cold? Strong? Then own it. Stand tall. Push me off. Say it was all a fucking lie."
Your lips trembled. You tried. You tried to hold it in—but everything broke at once. "It's not!" you cried, voice cracking, hands shaking against his wrist. "It's not! I'm sorry!"
Your chest heaved. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to—I just—" your voice splintered into breathless pieces, eyes glassy, vision blurring, "please just—just—fuck!"
You grabbed his shirt, knuckles white.
"Touch me, please!"
The words left your mouth like a scream torn from your core, soaked in shame, in need.
"There's the truth." His grip released your throat to slide lower, hands now on your waist. Your hips met his, and the hardness pressing against your core made your breath stutter, arousal flooding you so hard your legs gave a twitch.
"You begged," he whispered, eyes never leaving yours. "Say it again."
You swallowed hard, breath catching, lips parted and trembling.
"Say it," he repeated like a command. "Say it so you remember how low you got."
You hesitated, just for a second, but the ache between your legs, the fire in your belly, the heat in your cheeks—it was too much.
"Please..." you whispered, eyes wide, voice shaking. "Touch me."
Jay tilted his head slightly, then leaned in to your ear again, mouth brushing your skin. "Louder."
You shut your eyes, biting your lip, humiliated but so fucking far gone. "Please," you gasped, louder now, every word dripping with shame, "touch me. I need it. I need you."
Jay didn't answer immediately. He let the silence hang heavy, waiting—making you sweat in it. Then he leaned closer again. "Think you deserve it?"
Your breath caught. "No..." you whispered. "N-No. I don't."
Jay smiled. "Exactly." And then, without another word, he pulled away. Just let go of you and stepped back, turning his back.
"H-Huh?" you breathed, the air suddenly cold without his touch. "Where are you going?"
"Back to the field," he said flatly. "You don't deserve shit—not after all the stupid games you played."
Panic flared so violently inside you it made your knees weak. The throbbing heat between your legs was unbearable now, your panties soaked, your stomach aching from how badly you needed release. But worse than the arousal was the cold pit of humiliation, of abandonment.
You lunged forward, clutching his wrist with both hands. "No, no—please! I'm sorry!" your voice cracked. "Please, I'm sorry, I just— I got jealous. With you and Jake, I— I like you. I like both of you, I just thought..."
You were sobbing now, tears spilling hot and fast down your cheeks. "I thought it would be better if I was out of the picture. I didn't know what to do. I miss you! I— I need you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Jay turned slowly. "And you acted like a bitch because you thought it'd be better?" he hissed. "We chased you for three fucking months."
You froze, mouth parted, lips trembling. "And what did you do?" Jay continued, voice rising. "Blocked us. Ignored us. Walked away like we were nothing. Like you didn't feel anything."
"I did," you whispered. "I did."
He stared down at you, breathing hard, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on your tear-soaked face and the hands still clutching his wrist
"You're going to earn your place back," he said coldly. "We're not just taking you back. You'll crawl for it. You'll beg for it."
You stood there, frozen, tears still fresh on your cheeks. Shame burned through you, and the arousal between your legs was only getting worse.
"You want me to touch you?" he asked, his voice low, mocking. "You think I'll give that to you just like that? Just because you cried a little? Because you finally admitted you fucked up?"
You shook your head slowly, lip trembling. "N-No..." you whispered.
"No?" he echoed, lips curling. "Then why are you still standing like you're in control?"
You blinked at him, confused for half a heartbeat. And then the word dropped. "Kneel."
You flinched. Your legs almost didn't respond but your body knew. Knew the command, knew his tone, knew exactly what was expected. Your knees buckled beneath you, and you sank slowly to the floor, the cold tile biting into your skin.
Jay towered over you now, looking down with nothing but cold amusement in his eyes. "Pathetic," he muttered. "You were so full of fire. So quick to run your mouth. What happened to all that attitude, huh?"
You kept your head down, cheeks flushed hot, hands trembling in your lap.
He stepped in close behind you, hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back just enough for you to gasp. "I should make you wait longer," he said, staring down into your eyes. "Should make you watch me walk away again. But then I'd miss watching you break. And I like this view too much."
Your lips parted, breath caught between a sob and a moan.
"You know what I should do?" Jay whispered. "I should call Jake. Let him see what's left of the girl who told him she was 'done.' Let him see you begging on your knees, soaked and broken. You think he'd feel sorry for you?"
You shook your head again, tears welling up all over, and yet—your thighs pressed together.
Jay smirked. "Yeah. That's what I thought."
He released your hair, let you slump forward just slightly. "You're going to stay right here," he said. "On your knees. Hands behind your back. You don't get to touch. You don't get to beg again unless I say."
"Yes..." you whispered, eyes shut, heart racing. "Yes, okay..."
You heard the soft rustle of denim—Jay pulling off his jacket and tossing it carelessly onto the counter. The metallic click of a belt followed, then the slow grind of a zipper sliding down. The sounds alone made your pulse spike.
Jay stood above you, fingers resting at his waistband. His gaze dropped down to meet yours and the look in his eyes made your stomach twist in the most helpless, humiliating way.
He shifted his stance slightly, drawing closer, one hand sliding into the front of his jeans, adjusting himself as his breath hitched low in his chest. A dark patch spread along the front of his briefs, Jay let out a low hiss through his teeth, his jaw tightening as he watched you watching him.
Jay's thumb brushed your bottom lip, dragging the soft flesh down just enough to part your mouth. With one hand, he pushed his briefs down just enough to free himself, fingers wrapping around the thick base of his cock. The head was flushed, already wet at the tip, and he slowly angled it toward your waiting mouth.
You opened for him without hesitation, lips parting wide, tongue slightly curled. You saw the flicker in his expression, by the way his breath hitched sharply, his brows twitching together.
"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, just before his hips surged forward. The sudden thrust made your throat constrict, a choked gasp escaping you as you adjusted, eyes watering.
Both of his hands moved to your head now, fingers splaying through your hair, rough and needy. He let his fingertips glide against your scalp at first, almost soothing, before his grip tightened. A sharp tug followed.
"Why'd you cut your hair, anyway?" he asked, breathless, but the question was half a growl, half a genuine bite of irritation. His fingers tangled in your shorter strands, clearly missing the length he used to wrap his fists in.
Tears blurred your vision, slipping down your cheeks, but you didn't stop. Your throat worked hard around him, swallowing, adjusting, the wet sounds of gulp, gulp, gulp are echoing against the tile walls of the bathroom.
Your lips stayed stretched around him, tongue coiling beneath the shaft, dragging slow and deliberate from the base upward as you swallowed him again and again.
The world outside the bathroom didn't exist. You'd forgotten where you were, forgotten the echo of distant footsteps, the fact that the tiled walls weren't just enclosing heat and pleasure but public space. You were too far gone in the taste of him, in the stretch of your lips, in the burn of each breathless gasp you took through your nose.
Then—knock knock. A sharp, sudden rap on the door snapped. You flinched, instantly trying to pull back, eyes wide in panic, throat clenching around him. But Jay didn't let you go.
"Shh," he murmured. His fingers tightened in your hair, the other hand sliding to the back of your neck. Before you could react, he forced you down—all the way. His cock sank into your throat in one sharp, complete thrust, your nose pressed flat against the skin of his pelvis. The breath caught in your lungs. Your eyes watered harder. You were choking, but you stayed, frozen, as his grip held you exactly where he wanted.
The door creaked open.
"It's just me," came a soft, casual familiar voice.
You heard the unmistakable click of the lock sliding into place behind him. A moment later, you could feel the weight of Jake's stare, as he stood there, just inside the bathroom door, watching.
Jake's tone was edged with uncertainty, but not surprise. "You said you were just gonna talk," he said as he took in the scene—your knees on the cold tile, face flushed, cheeks hollowed, and Jay buried deep in your throat.
Jay exhaled through his teeth, head tilting back slightly, his grip finally loosening just enough for you to breathe again. But he didn't pull out.
"That's her way of apologizing," Jay hissed, his hips rolled forward again with purpose, forcing another wet choke from you. "Isn't that right?"
His hand remained in your hair, holding you steady, guiding your mouth with every thrust. His other hand slipped down to your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your lips, smearing the spit that clung there like gloss.
You looked up and there was Jake.
You'd always remembered Jake as soft-spoken, the kind of boy smiled too gently. Sweet to a fault. The kind of person who would've cupped your cheek and whispered it was okay, would've helped you up and kissed the tears from your face.
But not now. Now his eyes weren't soft. They were cold, sharp and predatory.
Even through the blur of your lashes and the sting of fresh tears, you saw it: the shift. The hunger.
"You're crying," Jake said. He tilted his head, studying your face. "She's crying, Jay."
And how you remembered, too well, the way he had this thing with you crying every time he fucked you. A fascination of your tears.
"She should be," he said flatly. "After the shit she pulled? She should be sobbing." He thrust forward again, slow and deep, watching your throat stretch to take it.
Jake didn't blink. His expression didn't soften. He just knelt lower beside you, one hand resting casually on his knee as he leaned in a little closer. His eyes were fixed on your tear-streaked face, watching every twitch of your mouth, every breath you struggled to take around Jay's cock.
His cock twitched in his pants. There was a fire building in his chest stoked by the sight of you like this—on your knees, choking, tears running, all for his boyfriend. And yet... all he could think about was that moment. That time he tried talking to you, voice soft, reaching out with patience, and you'd barely looked at him. Just shrugged him off.
Maybe he'd been too kind. No—he had been too kind.
Jake didn't know exactly what he was feeling as he watched Jay drive himself deeper into your mouth, but it wasn't softness. Not anymore. A new edge in his blood he hadn't recognized before. Every time your throat clenched, every time another tear slipped down your cheek, something inside him twisted tighter.
"You're so unfair," Jake said. He stood slowly, eyes never leaving your face.
Jay reached up, hand curling around the back of Jake's neck, fingers threading into his hair. He pulled him down, and their mouths met in a slow kiss.
You whimpered around Jay's cock, your voice small and choked as your eyes followed the scene unfolding above you.
They didn't look at you. Their kiss deepened quickly, mouths open, tongues sliding together in a messy, hungry rhythm. Jay tilted his head, humming low against Jake's mouth, and Jake responded with a moan that vibrated through him—a sound that made Jay's grip on your hair tighten just slightly.
Their bodies leaned into each other, mouths devouring, heat bleeding off them like they'd forgotten you were even there. You whimpered again, louder this time, throat sore, nose running, your jaw aching, but they still didn't acknowledge you.
Then you sobbed, your body trembling as another wave of tears spilled down your cheeks. Jake pulled back from the kiss, breathless, lips slick.
"Stop being dramatic," he muttered as he looked down at you. His hand came down with no hesitation, fingers sliding into your hair alongside Jay's to push you further.
You whimpered one last time, cut off by the sudden pressure as your head was forced forward. Your nose pressed flush to Jay's skin again, throat stretched to its limit.
"Shut up," Jake said quietly. Jay hissed through his teeth, his body jerking slightly as your throat took him again, deeper now under Jake's added weight.
You gagged again, but Jake didn't flinch. He just turned his head and watched his boyfriend with a crooked smile. before leaning in to kiss him again. Their mouths met above you, hot and open, tongues sliding as if you weren't there.
You couldn't breathe.
Your throat burned, raw and stretched too wide, and your jaw felt like it was splitting apart under the unrelenting ache. Jay's pace had become erratic now, his stomach bouncing against your nose with each desperate thrust. You could feel the tightness in your chest spreading, oxygen slipping further and further out of reach.
Your lungs screamed. Your eyes streamed. But neither of them looked down.
And just when you felt his cock throb in warning, when your body tensed in anticipation of the inevitable—
Jake pulled you off.
You gasped as you were suddenly released, choking, coughing, collapsing sideways onto the cold tile floor. Your body folded, weak and trembling, chest heaving as you dragged in greedy, ragged breaths. Your lips were swollen, spit-slick and trembling, and the back of your throat felt like it had been clawed raw.
You barely had time to lift yourself onto your elbows when you saw Jake move again.
He dropped to his knees smoothly in front of Jay, his mouth opened without a word, and he took Jay in deep, his jaw relaxed. You watched through bleary, tear-streaked eyes as Jake's head began to bob, slow and sinuous, his lips wrapped around the same cock that had just brutalized your throat.
Jay groaned, one hand bracing against the counter, the other curling in Jake's hair. His hips jerked once, twice—and then he came.
Jake didn't flinch. He swallowed it all, his throat working silently, eyes fluttering shut as if savoring it. His fingers dug into Jay's hips, keeping him in place as the last tremors rolled through him.
You stayed on the floor, trembling, watching through a curtain of tears you couldn't stop.
Jake pulled back with a wet drag of his mouth, lips glossy, tongue flicking out to catch the last trace of Jay's release. He looked up at him with hooded eyes, mouth still parted slightly, breath heavy. Jay let out a soft, breathless laugh, brushing Jake's hair back from his face.
Something in you twisted again. Bitter. Ugly. It crawled up your chest and sat there. You wiped your face with the back of your trembling hand, smearing the tears more than cleaning them. The other reached up shakily, trying to push your hair out of your eyes, trying to regain some kind of dignity.
But Jake didn't give you the chance. He turned to you slowly, head cocked, still licking the corner of his mouth. His gaze locked onto you, that same hunger was still in his eyes.
"You think you're done?" he asked. Jay's hand dropped from Jake's hair, and looked down on you again.
Jake stood and approached you with the lazy certainty of someone who already knew you wouldn't resist. He crouched in front of you, his face level with yours. He reached out and brushed your hair back
Your lips trembled as you tried to speak. "I-I'm sorry, Jake..." you whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. "Both of you mean something to me. I just... I didn't know how to handle it. I miss you. I didn't mean to make you cry. You're precious to me, baby."
Jake stilled. For a moment, he didn't blink. His gaze searching yours. His breath hitched, just enough to give him away, his jaw tightening as his face flickered with softness. Behind you, Jay leaned back against the wall with a soft exhale, arms crossing over his chest. His eyes flicked between the two of you.
Jake's hand hover near your cheek, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. You leaned into it simply to feel him again. Just that brief, tender contact that used to come so easily. Your skin brushed his fingertips, and he didn't pull away.
"I'm so sorry," you sobbed. Your body trembled, shoulders shaking, the emotion too big to contain any longer.
Jake exhaled sharply, his entire demeanor going soft suddenly. "Shhh..." he finally whispered, pulling you into him.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, and he tucked his face into the side of your head. His nose pressed gently to your temple. One hand moved to your back, slowly rubbing up and down.
"You meant it?" he murmured. "All of it?"
You nodded into his shoulder, arms tightening around his waist as you clung to him. "I meant it," you whispered, breath hitching. "Every word."
Jake didn't move right away. He just held you there, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other drawing slow, rhythmic circles against your spine. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, faster than it should've been.
For a moment, everything else faded— the ache in your throat, the sting of your tears, even Jay's quiet presence nearby. It was just Jake. Just the closeness you hadn't had in too long.
"I should be angry," Jake murmured after a pause. "But I missed you too much." He pulled back just slightly, enough to look at you. "Don't lie to me again. Don't run." he said softly.
"I won't," you whispered. "Let me fix things." The moment the answer left your lips, Jake moved, he hooked his arms beneath you, lifting you up.
You let out a small gasp as he turned, setting you down on the cold counter behind you. Your back hit the mirror with a soft thud, the glass cool against your scalp as your legs instinctively parted to accommodate him stepping in between them.
He kept his eyes on yours, even as his hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, his fingers working them down. "Let's fix things, huh?" he murmured, dragging your shorts down in one motion. "You want to make things right?"
You nodded again, barely able to breathe as the air hit your wet skin.
"Then spread those pretty thighs," Jake growled under his breath. He dropped the fabric carelessly to the floor, hands sliding up your inner thighs, his eyes landed on the soaked fabric of your panties before he pushed them aside.
"Already dripping," he muttered. His fingers pressed against your folds through the soaked cotton, dragging slowly up your slit, teasing you. The friction of the fabric sent jolts through your core. He pressed a little harder, making your hips twitch in response.
Another presence pressed close—Jay. He moved in behind Jake. "You're spoiling her again," Jay said as he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck.
His hands slid up your body from behind, palms rough, until they found your breasts. He cupped them through your top, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they stiffened beneath the fabric. He gave a sharp little pinch that made you whine, your body jolting forward as your thighs tensed around Jake.
"I don't think she's learned her lesson though," Jay muttered, rolling your nipples between his fingers lazily.
"She looks sorry," Jake said, but his eyes were locked on your glistening cunt. "But I don't think that mouth means anything until it's begging."
Jake dropped to his knees between your legs, mouth already parting as he pressed it against your heat. He pushed the fabric aside with one hand and gave your folds a slow, deliberate lick that made your head fall back against the mirror.
"I'm sorry," you choked out, voice shaking. "I mean it—please. I'm really sorry!"
Jake didn't answer. He just groaned against your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit. The vibrations made your thighs clench around his head, but he held you in place, grip firm, unmoved by your squirming.
Jay chuckled above you. "That's one. Keep counting." He leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. "You don't get to say you're sorry once and expect it's over, sweetheart."
"I am, I swear—" you gasped as Jake sucked your clit into his mouth, making your hips jerk. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Jake. Jay, please—please forgive me..."
Jay's hand slid lower, fingers trailing a heated path down your trembling stomach. His hand slipped between your thighs, right above Jake's head, and his fingers found your clit in seconds, rubbing slow, tight circles in contrast to the deeper movements of Jake's tongue.
The combination made your head tilt back, a cry caught in your throat.
Jake groaned against you, the sound buzzing through your core as he pushed his tongue into your hole, fucking you with slow, deep strokes. His nose nudged against Jay's fingers as he worked in tandem.
Jay's free hand found your breast again, making your shirt up to your collarbone and exposing your skin. His fingers found your nipple in your bra, pinching it between his knuckles until your back arched involuntarily.
Jake pulled back just enough to speak. "She tastes like guilt," he muttered before dipping back in. This time, his tongue flattened against your slit, licking long and firm, each pass rougher than the last.
"I am guilty!" you cried out, voice cracking as your fingers clutched the edge of the counter. "I fucked up—I know I did, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—I missed you, both of you—"
Jay didn't respond right away. His thumb rose to your throat, brushing the hollow there gently, deceptively. "You're not forgiven yet," he said calmly. "But keep begging. Maybe we'll believe you."
Jake moaned into your cunt, tongue working harder, faster, burying himself in your heat while his grip on your thighs tightened, nails biting into your flesh to keep you still.
Your body arched reflexively, head pressed hard against the mirror behind you. The cold glass was a cruel contrast to the fever building inside you, the friction between their mouths and fingers making your thoughts blur and your words tumble out in desperate, breathless gasps.
"I'm sorry—please, I'm so sorry—Jake, Jay—don't stop, please—don't leave me—I'll do anything—"
"You will do anything," Jay murmured, lips brushing your jaw as he kept one hand working your clit and the other still wrapped around your throat. "But that doesn't mean we're done punishing you."
Jake pulled back just long enough to spit on your cunt, watching it drip down before diving back in.
"Y-Yes, yes, yes..." you breathed. A few strands of your hair had fallen across your face, clinging to your flushed cheeks. Jay tsked under his breath, brushing the messy hair away with care. His fingers swept your temple, tucking the strands behind your ear to clear the view. He wanted to watch your face, every twitch, every tremble, every silent plea written across your features.
Jake's tongue flicked over your clit again, followed by a slow, deep press inside. Your thighs shook against his shoulders, toes curling over the edge of the counter.
"You don't even know which one of us you're moaning for, do you?" Jay whispered.
"I c-can't—" you whimpered, breath stuttering. "I'm sorry—Jake, Jay—I'm sorry, I swear—please..."
Jake growled softly between your legs, like your apology alone made him want more. He shifted his angle, tongue plunging deep as his nose rubbed against your clit, creating friction that made your spine arch and your head knock back into the mirror again with a dull thud.
Jay caught your head this time, hand sliding behind your skull, fingers threading through your hair.
"You'll come like this," Jay murmured, his lips brushing yours without closing the distance. "On his tongue, with my hand around your throat, and every breath you take will be ours."
"Jake—fuck!—Jay—I'm—" You choked on your own voice, the climax coiling inside you about to snap.
Jake didn't slow. His tongue moved in steady, ruthless strokes. His grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you anchored, legs trembling under the weight of everything he was drawing from you.
Jay's hand remained firm around your throat, not choking but holding. His thumb pressed lightly just beneath your jaw, grounding you as the rest of your body lost control. His eyes stayed locked on yours, watching every flicker of surrender build in your face.
"Look at me," he ordered softly. "Don't look away."
You tried—God, you tried—but your vision blurred with tears and white-hot pleasure, your eyes fluttering, lashes damp as you clung to consciousness. "I—can't—" you gasped, every breath shallow, high-pitched.
Jay leaned in, brushing his mouth against yours without kissing you. "You can," he whispered. "You will."
Jake's mouth locked around your clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking fast, perfectly cruel. One hand slid beneath your ass, lifting you just enough to change the angle, and the pressure hit exactly where you needed it. The world around you fractured.
Your entire body arched.
A scream tore from your throat as Jay's hand held your windpipe and Jake's tongue forced you over the edge. Your vision went white behind your eyelids, every nerve in your body seizing with the violence of your orgasm. Your thighs clamped around Jake's head involuntarily, hips grinding into his mouth.
"There it is," Jay growled, watching the climax crash through you. "Fuck, that's it. That's what sorry looks like."
You sobbed, mouth open and shaking as aftershocks rolled through you, making your legs twitch, your fingers slip on the counter's edge.
Jake didn't stop right away. He licked you through it, each drag of his tongue coaxing every last tremor from your core. Only when your body jerked from overstimulation did he finally pull away, mouth slick, chin wet, his breath ragged.
"Goddamn," he muttered, voice rough as he looked up at you from between your legs. "Still the sweetest fucking thing I've ever tasted."
Jay eased his grip on your throat and let your head fall forward against his shoulder. You collapsed into the space between them, boneless, panting, your body trembling and used, your voice lost somewhere.
Jake rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he reached for his waistband. He was flushed, breath ragged, hands already moving to undo his pants. You lifted your head weakly, eyes wide, still dazed as you looked up at Jay. "A-Are we really doing this? In here?"
Jay arched a brow. "Jake just had his mouth buried in your pussy," he said smoothly. "Don't start playing modest now. Don't be selfish."
Jake let out a sharp breath as he freed himself, hissing softly as his hand wrapped around his cock.
Your breathing hitched when he stepped in closer. He lined himself up with you, the swollen head of his cock teasing your entrance, sliding up through your folds, collecting the wetness there before grinding it against your clit.
You whimpered at the friction. "My back hurts..." you managed to stammer out. "It's... it's uncomfortable."
Jake didn't even flinch, he pushed in his whole length into you in one motion. You both moaned at the feeling.
"We'll make it comfortable." Jake growled, breath hot against your cheek as he gripped your waist.
Without warning, he lifted you off the counter, his hands strong under your thighs. You let out a startled gasp, your legs instinctively locking around his hips as he held you up with ease. His cock stayed buried inside you as he adjusted his grip, settling you in against him.
"Ahh—Jake!" you cried out as he began to move, bouncing you on his cock. Every thrust drove him deeper, the sound of skin on skin echoing sharp against the cold tile walls. Jay moved without a word. He slipped in behind you, one hand found your hip, steadying you as your body jolted from Jake's pounding pace, while the other reached up, sliding to seize your breast.
"God, fuck—" Jake groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your damp skin before he started kissing and biting, not caring about the sweat.
Jay's mouth found your shoulder first, then your throat, trailing wet kisses up your jaw until he reached your lips. Your head lolled back against him, mouth already open, and he took full advantage—tongue slipping between your lips, swallowing the moans Jake was forcing from your chest.
You whimpered into Jay's mouth, his cock grinding against your lower back, the friction syncing with every bounce of your hips. Your body moved helplessly between them, each movement rubbing him against you, closer... lower...
"You're so fucking wet," Jake growled against your throat. "I can feel it all over me." He thrust harder, teeth grazing your shoulder as he panted.
Jay broke the kiss with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, tugging until you gasped. "I think we'll fit," he said, voice low, eyes flicking down to where your bodies met. "Don't you think?"
Your heart lurched.
Your eyes widened as you felt Jake adjust his stance, your weight shifting in his arms. Your body tensed immediately, the pressure at your core tightening to near-panic. "Wait! W-Wait—!" you stammered, breath catching in your throat.
Jay was already positioning himself, one hand on your lower back, the other on Jake's hip for balance as he leaned in. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before you felt it—his cockhead, thick and hard, pressing lower just beneath where Jake was already buried inside you.
The angle was careful. Slick with your arousal and the lingering wetness of Jake's earlier mouthwork, Jay began to push slow his shaft grinding against Jake's through the tight squeeze of your entrance, the pressure unbearable even before he was fully inside.
Jake slowed immediately, holding you tighter in his arms, breath ragged against your cheek. His voice was low, firm, grounding.
"Relax for him. Breathe. You can take it."
But your body was shaking, the stretch is too intense, and too foreign.
"Fuck! I can't—" The words tore from your throat, panic bleeding into your tone—cut off almost instantly when Jake surged forward and kissed you. His mouth swallowed your cry as Jay began to sink in, splitting you further, claiming space that wasn't there.
Your entire body tensed, clutching, pulsing, your walls clamping down instinctively on both cocks as they shifted inside you, working together to make room.
Both men moaned low in your ears. "Shit," Jake gasped into your mouth, breaking the kiss just to breathe. "Fuck, she's tight—Jay—go slow."
Jay's groan was more guttural, his lips brushing your shoulder. "I am—she's gripping us like she's trying to push us out."
You whimpered as your body was forced to take it—all of it. The thick drag of Jay's cock sliding in alongside Jake's, every inch of your walls stretched to their absolute limit, friction pressing between them, heat building inside you so violently it made your toes curl.
Their hips pressed in unison, the base of their cocks grinding together deep inside you, buried to the hilt. You could feel them inside each other through you, the shared space, the impossible pressure, the slow pulse of them twitching inside your cunt, both thick and deep and so full it.
Jay hissed, forehead pressed to your back. Your mouth hung open, panting. All you could do was hold on—legs locked around Jake's waist, arms limp around his shoulders, your body trembling violently between them.
You couldn't tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.
Jake's head dropped to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. "I can feel him," he whispered. "Fuck, I can feel him moving through you."
Jay's hand shifted from your hip to Jake's jaw, guiding his face upward. Their bodies pressed so close, only you between them, joined not just through you, but with you.
Jay leaned in, lips met Jake's, tongues brushing, mouths sliding together as their hips shifted slightly, still buried inside you. Their kiss deepened quickly, tongues pressing hard, teeth grazing. Jake groaned into it, when he pulled back from Jay only to kiss you next.
His lips claimed yours fast, almost needy—salt and sweat and desperation—and Jay didn't wait. He was already kissing along your neck, up behind your ear, while his hand slid between you to stroke your clit with slow circles.
The shift in pace was dizzying. They weren't pounding into you. Not yet. They were just holding you. Deep, warm, kissing, mouths trading between you and each other.
Jake finally broke the kiss, forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, "You feel like heaven right now."
Jay's mouth brushed your shoulder again. "She's shaking. Poor thing's too full to even speak."
Your fingers digging into Jake's shoulders, back arching slowly. The pressure of them both still lodged inside you kept your body humming with tension.
Jay kissed the side of Jake's mouth again before murmuring, "Move with me, baby."
Jake nodded once. They shifted. And then, slowly, carefully, they began to move.
One would pull back while the other pressed in, your body stretching and clenching around the rhythm. It was slower than before, more controlled, but no less overwhelming. The glide of two thick cocks inside you, perfectly in sync, had your body twitching, tears pricking your lashes again.
Their mouths kept moving, on your throat, on each other, across flushed skin and slick shoulders. They didn't speak much, just low moans, shuddered breaths, the soft slap of bodies finding rhythm again. Jay's hand never left your clit. Jake's arms held you close.
"Stay with us," Jake whispered into your mouth, the tip of his nose brushing yours.
"Don't run next time," Jay added, his voice deep in your ear. "We just want to keep you." And their cocks kept moving, slow and deep and together, keeping you open, full, and exactly where you belonged.
Jake shifted slightly beneath you, adjusting his stance, the grip on your thighs tightening as he found more control in his movement. The slow rhythm gave way to more deeper, and faster, his hips slapping up with wet, rhythmic sounds that bounced off the walls.
The moans pouring from you grew louder. You were unraveling again, overstimulated, but your legs refused to stop twitching, clinging around Jake's waist as your hands clawed at anything for purchase—his shoulders, Jay's neck, the edge of the mirror behind you.
A sudden sound echoing outside, footstep and people murmuring as they pass by. Panic stabbed into your chest. You froze for a moment, instinct flaring, shame bubbling up behind your ribs. The reality of where you were hit hard—legs wrapped around one man, another flush to your back, both of them inside you, fucking you, right there in the university bathroom.
But the pleasure didn't stop. You twitched, thighs squeezing reflexively, a cry caught in your throat. "Someone's—"
Jay's hand came up instantly, cupping the side of your face as he leaned in, swallowing your next sound with a kiss. His mouth sealed over yours just as Jake drove up harder, his thrust knocking the breath from your lungs, forcing the moan straight into Jay's waiting tongue.
"Let them hear," Jake hissed, voice rough against your skin, his pace unrelenting now. "Let them wonder who's making you sound like that."
The footsteps outside faded, but your heartbeat didn't slow. It thundered in your chest, driven by both fear and the savage pleasure coursing through your nerves.
Jay broke the kiss with a strand of spit between your lips, eyes half-lidded, and flushed. "You're squeezing us like you want to get caught," he murmured, fingers slipping between your bodies to rub your clit again, drawing a fresh, keening whimper from your throat.
Every drag of their shafts against each other inside your overstretched cunt sent aftershocks through your core, your body trembling violently with each grind and press. The feeling of them rubbing together inside you, separated only by the thin, spasming walls of your body, wasn't just overwhelming—it was ruinous.
"F-Fuck," Jake choked, hips jolting up hard. The impact of his thrust slammed you forward into Jay's chest, your breath ripped from you as your body tried—and failed—to brace for the intensity.
Jay grunted, catching your body easily, his hand fisting your hair as he held you in place. His cock surged deeper alongside Jake's, the slick sound of their movements inside you impossibly loud in the quiet space.
"Can't hold it," Jake panted, sweat dripping from his temple, breath stuttering. "She's—she's so tight I can feel you through her—fuck, Jay—"
Jay growled, his own control shattering with every convulsion of your clenching walls. You could barely think anymore—your mouth hung open, no words left, only broken gasps and sobs as your body tightened around them again. The pressure had built too fast. It rolled up from your core, cresting so high you couldn't breathe.
Your orgasm hit hard. It exploded through your abdomen, a pulsing, electric burst of heat that seized every muscle. You screamed, not even a word, just sound—your voice breaking as your cunt clenched violently around them, walls spasming uncontrollably.
"Fuck—" Jake snarled, the rhythm of his hips shattering.
He slammed in once more, his cock jerking violently inside you as he came with a rough moan, hot pulses of cum flooding your cunt. You felt every spurt, thick and hot and deep, and the sensation of being filled only sent another shiver of pleasure rolling through your already-fractured nerves.
Jay wasn't far behind. Your body's violent squeezing around both cocks at once pushed him over the edge—his thrusts turned erratic, hard, his breath tearing through his chest.
"Gonna fill you up," he groaned against your throat, voice ragged, hips pressing as deep as they could go. "You're gonna take all of it."
Then he came. You felt the way his cock throbbed next to Jake's inside you, the rush of hot fluid spilling in, mixing with Jake's release, both of them pouring into the same aching space. Their hips jerked in sync, involuntary tremors shaking them as your body held them tight, refusing to let go.
Your own climax still burned through you, wave after wave wracking your limbs, your nails digging into Jake's shoulders as your vision blurred.
You were just there, caught between their shaking bodies. They didn't pull out. They stayed inside you, panting, foreheads pressed to your skin, arms wrapped tight around your waist. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, the soft whisper of sweat-slicked skin, the occasional stuttered groan as aftershocks rolled through all three of you.
Jake leaned his forehead against yours. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're so beautiful."
Jay's hand came up to stroke your side. "No more running, okay?" he murmured, his lips brushing your temple as he spoke. "We're going to talk this time. Really talk."
You tried to nod, but your head only shifted slightly. A soft, low hum escaped your throat as your vision swam and your body slumped against Jake's chest. Everything ached. You weren't sure if your legs were still attached, or if you'd ever feel your core without that deep, burning throb again.
It had been so long since you'd let yourself be used like that... and even longer since it had ever felt like this. Safe. Claimed. Held.
Jake was the first to move, easing himself out of you. You whimpered faintly at the loss, but even that sound felt distant in your own ears.
"Hey," he whispered, fingertips brushing your cheek. He tapped gently, calling your name. "Hey, come back to me, baby."
But you couldn't answer. Your eyes were half-open, glazed with exhaustion. Your body limp between them. There was no strength left in your limbs just the slow throb of overstimulation and the deep, quiet ache that said you'd been pushed right to the edge of yourself.
Jake's expression changed instantly. "Shit—she's out of it," he muttered, voice sharp with guilt.
Jay's brows furrowed. "She's overwhelmed. Fuck."
Together, they moved quickly, shifting their grips. Jake bent to retrieve his pants, tugging them up with one arm while the other held you carefully to his chest. Your body sagged against him, boneless but trusting, your cheek pressed to the slick skin of his shoulder. "I've got her," Jake said quietly.
Jay adjusted himself quickly, stepping in to help. His hands cupped your thighs, his gaze scanning your face. "We need to get her cleaned up. Somewhere soft."
"Yeah," Jake agreed, his hand smoothing the back of your hair.
You couldn't speak—not really. You were too far gone, too worn down in the sweetest, most bone-deep way.
But you felt them. You felt the tissue as they wiped between your legs, cleaning their combined mess from your trembling thighs. Another passed over your face, cool and damp, brushing away the sticky sheen of sweat and the tears you didn't remember shedding. Fingers were tender as they tucked your hair back, smoothing it down, and you sighed softly into the sensation.
Jake carried you effortlessly, holding you to his chest. You felt Jay beside you, one hand steadying your legs as they moved together. Their voices were hushed now, murmurs exchanged just beyond your hearing, their steps soft against the tile.
When the door opened, the shift in air hit instantly—cool and dry from the hallway's air conditioning, raising goosebumps across your flushed skin.
You managed one last, drowsy breath as the cool air washed over you. Then your eyelids dropped.
You stirred slowly, the first thing you felt was warmth. A soft bed cradled your body, the sheets cool against your bare skin, but it was the sensation wrapped around your waist that anchored you. The scent pressing against your back was just as recognizable—clean sweat, faint cologne, and something uniquely him.
You blinked slowly, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks before you opened your eyes fully.
Your head was nestled into the crook of someone’s neck. His skin was warm beneath your cheek, his heartbeat a steady thrum beneath your ear. You shifted slightly, body still sore and heavy, and looked up.
Jake was watching you, eyes soft. He rubbed slow circles against your side with the pad of his thumb, his other hand still resting gently across your waist, holding you close.
“Hi,” he whispered.
You managed a small, sleepy smile. “Hi. How long was I out?” you asked, blinking again to clear the haze still lingering behind your eyes.
Jake exhaled through his nose, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “About an hour,” he murmured.
Your brows knit faintly, and he brushed a thumb along your temple. “Don’t worry,” he added with a soft smile. “We covered for you. Told them you fainted because of the heat—overexerted, nothing serious.”
You let out a quiet laugh, the sound dry in your throat. “Technically not a lie…”
Jake’s grin widened just slightly, a playful glint flickering behind the softness in his eyes. “Mm. They don’t need the exact details.”
You gave a breath of a laugh, but it faded quickly as your gaze lingered on his face—the gentle curve of his smile, the creases near his eyes, the way he was watching you so closely.
“Jake…” your voice came out small.
He stilled, but his thumb never stopped moving on your side. “Yeah?”
You hesitated, the flood of everything you’d been trying to suppress surged up your throat. You swallowed it down once, then let it rise.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “For avoiding you. For running off. For shutting down instead of just…” You trailed off, sighing as your brows pulled together. “I was scared.”
Jake’s lips parted slightly, his grip on you tightening for a moment before he pulled you in closer, pressing your cheek against his chest. You felt the beat of his heart against your skin.
“I didn’t know what to do with what I was feeling,” you continued. "I started… caring. And that made everything messy. Because you and Jay—you’re already whole. You don’t need someone like me getting in the middle of that.”
Jake was silent, listening, his hand still tracing soft patterns into your skin.
“And I kept thinking…” You swallowed hard. “If I let myself fall deeper, I’ll only be the one who ends up hurt. Like I’d ruin what you both already have. That I didn’t deserve it, any of it.”
He finally spoke, his voice low. “Why didn’t you just tell us that?”
“I didn’t know how,” you admitted. “And then when I saw the two of you together, being so perfect—it made me realize how small my place in this is. Or… was.”
Jake shook his head, exhaling as he tilted your face up gently with his fingers. “You think we’re perfect?” he said, a sad sort of smile curling at the corners of his lips. “We’re not. We’ve made mistakes. We didn’t talk about a lot of things. But one thing we were sure of?” His thumb brushed across your cheekbone. “We both want you.”
Jake's thumbs caressed the apples of your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. His breath was warm as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closing briefly. “I’m sorry we didn’t make it clearer,” he whispered. “We thought we were showing you—through touch, through time, through every little thing we did. But we never said it. And maybe that’s where we messed up.”
You blinked back the heat behind your eyes, your throat tightening. Jake’s fingers brushed under your jaw, coaxing you to look at him again.
“We want you,” he said, “In every way. Not just in our bed. Not just when it’s convenient. We want you in our life. You’ve already made space in it—you didn’t ruin anything.”
You let out a shaky breath, and before you could stop yourself, you pressed your face into the crook of his neck again, seeking warmth, shelter, reassurance. His arms wrapped tighter around you.
“And Jay?” you asked quietly, voice muffled against his skin.
Jake chuckled softly, the sound a little choked. “Jay’s downstairs trying to pretend he’s not pacing. He’s been wanting to talk to you too. But I asked him to give me this moment first.” He pulled back just enough to brush your hair from your face. “You mean more to him than you think.”
The soft knock came, Jake didn’t move right away, just held your gaze, giving you a choice without saying a word. When you gave the smallest nod, he leaned over and called out gently, “It’s okay. Come in.”
The door cracked open, and Jay stepped inside. His eyes immediately found yours, and the moment they did, the edge in his posture melted. He wasn’t guarded like he usually was.
“You’re awake,” he said softly, stepping closer.
Jake shifted slightly to make space on the bed, and Jay took it without question. He sat on the edge first, then leaned in beside you, bracing one hand on the mattress near your hip.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Sore,” you said, voice raspy with sleep. “Like I got hit by a very… affectionate truck.”
That pulled a laugh from both of them. Jake’s body vibrated behind you with the sound, and Jay let out a quiet chuckle as he rubbed a hand gently over your knee, his thumb brushing just above where the blanket had slipped.
“Sorry,” Jay murmured, though the smirk was playing at his mouth now. “Not sorry.”
You rolled your eyes but leaned into him when he bent down and pressed a kiss to your temple. His lips lingered there for a beat longer than expected. When he pulled back, he looked more serious.
“No more running,” he said quietly, “I’m not great with… talking. Feelings. All that shit.” He scratched the back of his neck, eyes flicking down briefly before returning to yours. “But I want this. I want you."
Jake let out a quiet huff behind you, shifting closer as he nuzzled the back of your shoulder. “He’s always like that,” he whispered, “I was the one who confessed first. Initiated the first kiss. First sex.”
Jay’s head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. “You asshole,” he muttered.
“You blushed when I touched your wrist,” Jake added, grinning now.
“I was cold,” Jay shot back. You laughed then soft, but real—and both of them stilled like they’d been waiting for the sound. Jake’s smile softened, and Jay, still glaring at his boyfriend.
Jake grinned wider. “He literally couldn’t make eye contact for twenty-four hours after we slept together the first time.”
“I hate you,” Jay muttered, but he was already reaching for you again, hand slipping beneath the blanket to rest on your stomach, drawing you back toward him as he curled in behind.
“You don’t,” Jake replied, smirking as he met your gaze. “He just never knows how to say the nice shit.”
“I will push you off this bed,” Jay warned to keep Jake from opening his mouth again. “Then we’ll fall together,” Jake countered smoothly, wrapping an arm tighter around your waist.
You sank into their warmth, nestled between their bodies. You turned your face slightly, resting your cheek against Jay’s collarbone while one of your hands found Jake’s under the blanket.
For a long, comforting moment, no one spoke. Then, quietly, Jay’s voice rumbled near your ear. “Were we too rough earlier?”
You shook your head without hesitation, cheek still pressed to his collarbone. “No. I needed it,” you murmured, honest and calm. “It pushed me out of my head. That’s what I needed.”
Jake’s hand tightened slightly around yours, and he smiled softly. “So… are we okay now?”
You turned your head toward him, lips curving with amusement. “That depends,” you said. “Was that makeup sex?”
Jake raised a brow, mouth twitching. “Wait—that wasn’t?”
Jay snorted behind you. “If that was just a warm-up, I’m scared to know what the actual makeup sex is supposed to look like.”
You laughed, low and a little breathless, the sound making both of them smile wider.
“I guess we’ll have to do it again,” Jake said, voice dropping just enough to make the tease linger. “Y’know. For clarity.”
It didn’t take long. Clothes were shed, tossed carelessly across the floor—shirts half-inside out, underwear tangled near the foot of the bed. You were on your back with Jake above you, his mouth on yours, his tongue moving with a tenderness that made your body ache all over again.
Then Jay moved. You barely had time to gasp before his hand curled into Jake’s hair, tugging sharply. Jake groaned into your mouth, the kiss breaking as Jay pulled him back.
“Not so fast,” Jay said, “You had your turn.”
He dragged Jake down the length of the bed, making him twist and arch, until Jake’s head was between your thighs, his back curved beautifully under Jay’s grip. Jake didn’t resist—he melted into the position, groaning as he inhaled the scent of you, mouth finding your cunt.
You gasped, your legs parting without thought. The sting from earlier still lingered, but it was chased by the familiar, glorious heat of Jake’s mouth. He licked into you slowly at first, tongue stroking over your clit.
Your back arched as he moaned against your folds, his face buried deeper. “F-fuck, Jake—” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, hips twitching against his face.
Jay watched from behind him, one hand stroking down Jake’s spine, the other trailing lower. You didn’t see the moment he slipped his fingers between Jake’s cheeks, but you felt the way Jake moaned louder against your cunt, hips jerking slightly as Jay began working him open.
“Want to see you fuck him,” you breathed, voice cracked with need. “Please. I want to watch.”
Jake whimpered into your pussy, tongue fucking you deeper in response. Jay’s eyes lifted to yours. His fingers were slowly pushing into Jake. “She wants a show,” he said, leaning in to kiss Jake’s neck. “You gonna be good for her?”
Jake moaned again, his voice muffled by your cunt, and you tightened your grip in his hair, nails dragging across his scalp.
Jay’s hand slid away briefly, and you heard the soft click of the drawer beside the bed opening. A moment later, the quiet sound of a bottle opening filled the space. Cool lube met skin, and Jay didn’t hesitate—he returned to Jake’s body with a steady hand, working the slick between his cheeks.
Jake whimpered again, body shuddering beneath both of you. Jay kept stretching him, fingers moving in slow, deep circles, curling and scissoring in a rhythm that made Jake pant harder against your pussy. His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, groaning into your folds with more desperation the more he was opened up.
You looked down and nearly lost your breath at the sight: Jake’s flushed face buried between your legs, his lips wet and glistening, while Jay knelt behind him, eyes dark, and focused as his fingers slick, sliding in and out of Jake’s ass with increasing ease.
Jake was trembling now, his thighs twitched against the sheets, and you could hear the breathless hitch in his throat each time Jay’s fingers pressed just right inside him.
“She’s gonna see how good you take it." Jake moaned hard against your clit, and you cried out—your hips bucking into his face. He didn’t stop. If anything, he devoured you harder, tongue working you open.
Jay leaned forward, pressing a kiss between Jake’s shoulder blades. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”
Jake’s reply was only a ragged whine, and it made your pulse spike.
“Please,” you said softly, the only voice in the room not breaking. Jay’s eyes flicked to yours, gaze locking for one searing moment. Then he leaned forward, hand steady on Jake’s lower back, and began to push in.
Jake let out a strangled groan against your cunt, his tongue faltering for a heartbeat before diving back in with renewed force. Your legs tightened around his head, your hips rising helplessly into his mouth.
“Good boy,” Jay breathed, voice thick as he slid deeper. “Keep eating her.”
Jake moaned again, the vibration pulsing through your clit as Jay’s cock pressed deeper inside him. You could feel Jake struggling to hold rhythm, overwhelmed by the dual sensations—his mouth locked to your cunt while Jay slowly filled him from behind.
Jake’s fingers were clutching your hips, knuckles pale, his lips slick with your arousal as he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again—desperate, hungry, obedient. Behind him, Jay moved with a slow, grinding pace, hips rolling forward, burying himself inch by inch into Jake’s tight, slicked hole.
“Shit,” Jay groaned, head dropping for a second as his hands gripped Jake’s waist.
Jake whined against you, hips pushing back to meet Jay’s thrusts even as his mouth stayed locked on you, his tongue circling your clit in dizzying spirals. You could feel him moaning again and again.
Your hand threaded deeper into Jake’s hair, pulling tight, guiding his mouth where you needed him as your hips rolled shamelessly against his face. His moans were frantic now, high-pitched, especially when Jay snapped his hips forward harder—burying himself to the hilt.
His tongue was relentless, and the pressure was building again in your core, fast and burning, pulled taut by every flick of his mouth, every grind of Jay’s cock rocking through him from behind.
You were right on the edge—suspended between pleasure and the raw thrill of watching them together.
Jay’s rhythm grew rougher, his groans more ragged. One hand slipped from Jake’s hip to curl around his waist, holding him in place, deepening every thrust. The wet slap of skin filled the room, matched by the obscene, eager sounds of Jake’s mouth on your cunt.
Your back arched. Your breath hitched. “I’m—fuck—Jake!” you cried, your orgasm tearing through you.
Jake moaned loud and deep into you as you came, your body spasming under his tongue, your legs clamping around his head as your hands tangled tight in his hair. You rode it out on his mouth, grinding into him, the pressure of Jay’s thrusts making Jake groan right through your high, pushing you even further.
Your body melted into the sheets, chest heaving, but your eyes stayed locked on the scene unraveling in front of you.
Jay didn’t relent. He adjusted his grip, arms slipping under Jake’s chest to haul him higher, fucking into him harder from behind with a pace that was nothing short of brutal. His skin slapped against Jake’s ass with wet, relentless rhythm, and Jake took it beautifully—his moans muffled, body twitching with every deep thrust.
You watched them, your lips parted, breath shallow. Both their faces were flushed and wild, lost in each other. And instead of jealousy, the sight only fed the fire already burning in your gut. The ache that never really went away around them now pulsed hotter, deeper.
Jake’s voice broke as he moaned loud enough to echo through the room. “Jay, baby—oh fuck!”
Jay reached up, tangled a fist in Jake’s hair, and yanked him back just enough to crush their mouths together. The kiss was messy, desperate, teeth clashing, tongues sliding, both of them breathing into each other’s mouths.
The noise of it made you whine. You couldn’t stay still. You crawled forward on shaky limbs, eyes locked on Jake’s cock, thick and flushed and bouncing wildly with every one of Jay’s thrusts.
Your hand wrapped around it in one slow, sure stroke, and Jake shouted into Jay’s mouth. Jay pulled back just slightly, his eyes flicking down to see your hand wrapped tightly around Jake’s length, pumping him in time with the rhythm of their bodies.
Jake’s head fell back, hips jerking forward into your touch, his stomach tight and trembling. His mouth opened in a silent gasp, then a broken moan when you dragged your thumb over his leaking tip, smearing the precum down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he choked, voice shaking. “That—God, that feels so good.”
Jay groaned behind him, his rhythm stuttering just for a second at the sight in front of him. His gaze dropped to where your fingers wrapped around Jake’s cock—your nails catching the light, long and perfectly shaped, moving over him in steady, merciless pumps.
He hissed through his teeth, fucking into Jake harder. Jake moaned again, louder this time, his whole body pushing back into Jay while thrusting forward into your hand. His eyes fluttered open, hazy and wild as they met yours, lips parted.
Jay’s voice cut. “Lay down, baby.”
You blinked, heart pounding. You released Jake’s cock with one last stroke, watching his hips twitch at the loss, and moved backward on the bed without a word. You lay back across the pillows, your legs parting instinctively as you settled into the space, your body already pulsing in anticipation.
Jay pulled out of Jake with a slick, wet sound, his hand curling around Jake’s hip to steady him. “Come on,” he said, gaze flicking to Jake, then to you. “Enter that pussy and ride my dick.”
Jake didn’t wait. He crawled over you immediately, his hands braced on either side of your shoulders, and with one fluid motion, he lined himself up and sank into you.
You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as the stretch hit you hard all over again. Your walls were still sensitive, still twitching from your last orgasm, and now he was filling you again.
Behind him, Jay didn’t waste time. He adjusted, positioned himself, and with one slow, deliberate push, slid back into Jake’s ass.
"Ahhh!" Jake’s whole body jolted. A strangled sound caught in his throat, mouth crashing into yours in a kiss that was sloppy, all tongue and open breath. His hips began to move almost immediately, short shallow thrusts between your legs while Jay drove into him from behind.
“F-fuck,” Jake moaned into your mouth, pulling back only to drop his lips to your throat. He bit down hard—just enough to make you cry out—then dragged his mouth lower, tongue hot on your skin as he kissed, licked, and bit his way down to your collarbone.
Your fingers clutched at his back, and every time he thrust forward into you, it was followed by the shock of Jay’s cock driving him forward again—his motion caught between both your bodies.
Jake was trembling, moaning louder than ever, his rhythm completely overtaken by Jay’s pace. Every thrust from behind forced him deeper into you, the sensation nearly too much. His moans spilled against your throat, turning into helpless gasps as his cock slid in and out of your soaked cunt.
His voice broke in short, frantic cries. “Jay! Jay—please, baby, oh God—”
His mouth returned to your neck, teeth scraping the skin before he latched on, biting down with desperate force. The sharp sting drew a gasp from you, the pain blooming into pleasure just as Jake’s hips jolted forward again, burying himself to the base.
He held there for a moment—frozen, panting, his breath hot against your skin. His back was slick with sweat beneath your palms, muscles twitching under your touch.
Then he pulled back, just enough for you to see his face. His lips parted, breath shaky and shallow. His eyes were unfocused, lashes wet, the flush across his cheeks deep and burning. He looked wrecked, and completely beautiful—mouth closed now.
You clenched around him involuntarily. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, voice trembling with emotion. “So fucked-out.”
Your hips rose instinctively, pushing up into him, your body begging for more, for all of it.
Jake let out a shuddering groan. He rolled his hips again, slow and deep, and the way you took him made him press his forehead to yours.
Behind him, Jay didn’t slow. He was pounding into him with brutal control, groaning with every thrust, his grip locked tight around Jake’s hips to keep him in place. You could feel each stroke reverberate through Jake's body, transferring into yours.
“F-Feels so good—ahh, fuck—feel so good!” Jake cried out, voice cracking, mouth open in a moan that bordered on a sob.
You reached up with a shaky hand, brushing the damp strands of hair from his face, your thumb stroking gently along his cheekbone. He leaned into the touch, lips trembling, eyes half-lidded and glassy.
Your body clenched again, the pressure cresting high, unbearable and exquisite.
“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, hips lifting to meet his every desperate thrust. “Jake—cum with me, please—ahh—now!”
Jake’s breath hitched, his hips faltered before he slammed into you one final time, burying himself deep. His entire body seized, a loud, gasping moan torn from his chest as he came hard, cock pulsing inside you with wave after wave of heat.
You fell with him, your orgasm ripped through you, stealing the breath from your lungs as your cunt clenched around him, milking every drop of his release. Your cry echoed into his mouth as he kissed you again.
“Fuck—both of you are so hot—God—”
Jay’s pace grew rougher, deeper, his restraint unraveling with every breathless sound spilling from Jake’s lips, every clench of your cunt around Jake’s cock. He watched you both, panting, his hands gripping Jake’s hips so tightly his knuckles had gone pale.
“Fucking hell,” Jay growled. Jake moaned again, overstimulated and soft, his forehead still resting against yours as Jay buried himself one last time with a low groan,
You felt it in Jake’s shudder, the way his breath stilled as Jay’s cock throbbed deep inside him. The sound Jay made as he emptied himself, his body pressing tight to Jake’s back.
Jay was the first to exhale, his lips ghosting over the back of Jake’s neck as he slowly eased out. Jake let out a soft whimper, his body twitching from the sensitivity, and you wrapped your arms tighter around him, one hand sliding over his spine.
Jake collapsed onto you gently, his full weight cushioned by your body, his cheek pressed to your shoulder as he panted, still flushed and wet with heat. You stroked his hair, letting your fingers card slowly through the damp strands.
Jay shifted beside you, climbing up the bed on unsteady arms before dropping down on your other side. His chest was heaving, he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand splayed across your stomach, fingers brushing softly against your skin.
Jake tilted his face up to look at you. “You okay?” he whispered, voice hoarse.
You nodded, stroking his cheek. “Yeah,” you breathed. “Better than okay.”
Jake gave a breathless laugh, burying his face briefly into the crook of your neck. “Fuck,” he groaned, still catching his breath. “That was the most delicious orgasm I’ve ever had."
You chuckled, breath hitching a little as you threaded your fingers into his hair again.
Jay leaned in from your other side, his body pressing close, his mouth trailing a soft kiss along your shoulder before brushing Jake’s temple. His arm wrapped around the both of you, pulling you tighter into the warmth of him. Your legs tangled instinctively, bodies nestled under the sheets that now clung to the lingering heat of sex and skin.
None of you spoke for a moment, the silence stretching comfortably between heartbeats and shallow breaths.
Then you glanced between them, your voice still breathless. “So…” you murmured, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Does this mean I have two boyfriends now?”
Jake’s head popped up slightly, a crooked grin forming. “Only if you’re okay being heavily spoiled and never allowed to escape.”
Jay made a quiet sound of amusement beside you, his thumb brushing a lazy line along your hip. “We’re clingy,” he said, voice low, eyes half-lidded but sincere. “Terrible at sharing. Lucky for us, we just want the same person.”
You laughed, letting yourself melt back into the weight of them, your body still pulsing with quiet aftershocks and warmth. “I think I can live with that,” you said softly, eyes fluttering closed as their hands continued to drift gently over your skin.
And then you suddenly remember something. Your eyes snapped open as panic surged through your chest.
“Shit—Sunoo!”
You shot up so fast that the blanket fell off your chest and Jake practically flinched, startled, his sleepy post-orgasm daze completely shattered. Jay blinked at you from behind, frowning in confusion. Then he realizes what you meant.
“Sunoo!!!”
Jake’s voice echoed across the grassy field the next day, dramatically over-the-top as he broke into a slow-motion sprint—arms wide, expression exaggerated with mock desperation.
You couldn’t help but laugh under your breath, trailing behind him with your fingers laced through Jay’s. Sunoo, on the other hand, stood perfectly still ahead, arms crossed, expression locked in a glare.
Just as Jake went in for a hug, Sunoo’s palm came up and smacked him square across the face—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to jolt the dramatics right out of him. Jake stumbled back, blinking.
“You didn’t text, you didn’t call, and my best friend just disappeared with you two?” Sunoo snapped, pointing an accusing finger toward you and Jay.
You smiled awkwardly, offering a sheepish little wave behind Jake’s shoulder.
“She fainted!” Jake explained, hands flying up. “We were busy assisting her. Medical-grade care. You should be grateful your best friend fell into the right hands.”
Sunoo’s eyebrow arched so high. His gaze slowly dropped to your neck… and then narrowed. “Yeah, right,” he said dryly, arms crossing again. “That why she’s covered in poorly hidden hickeys?”
Jake blinked, he slowly reached out and bit his own finger, eyes wide as he turned to stare at you. “Babe,” he whispered. “You said you’d cover those.”
You flushed, dragging the collar of your shirt higher with a quick tug. “I did! Jay distracted me!”
Sunoo rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Dodgeball’s starting now—don’t actually faint this time.”
Your fingers gently slipped away from Jay’s, reaching out to Sunoo instead. You slid your arm through his as you began walking beside him, your shoulder brushing his. He let you lean into him without hesitation.
“I assume the three of you are okay now,” Sunoo said after a pause, voice lighter, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.
You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’m still scared,” you admitted. “But… as long as I’m with them, I think I’ll be fine.”
Sunoo gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, well. You’ve got me at your back too.”
Jake popped up beside Sunoo, slinging an arm over his shoulder with a wide grin, pressing in close to you on the other side. Jay followed right behind, falling into step beside you with that calm, quiet presence that always made you feel anchored.
“So,” Jake said casually, stretching his arms above his head before locking them behind his neck. “What do you guys want to eat later? Because I’m seriously craving some Samyang Buldak noodles.”
Sunoo stared at him, blinking once. Then, flatly: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Jake blinked back, innocent. “What?”
“It’s thirty-four degrees,” Sunoo said, gesturing wildly to the sky like the sun itself was his witness. “And your dumbass is out here craving spicy death noodles? Are you okay? Do we need to check for brain damage?”
"Well, I love spicy!" Jake scoffed, throwing his hands up.
Their voices quickly dissolved into muffled bickering again—Jake insisting it was about heat and thrill, Sunoo arguing that eating molten fire under the sun was a cry for help.
Jay exhaled a quiet laugh beside you, his fingers brushing against yours. You felt the heat of it—not from the sun, not from the air, but from them.
From all of this. And as you watched your best friend and your boyfriend argue, with Jay steady at your side and your pulse still echoing from the day before, you couldn’t help the smile curling at your lips.
Maybe Jake was right.
Maybe a little spicy-ness was exactly what made life interesting.
Getting invited into bed with two insanely hot guys? A dream come true. Sim Jaeyun is everything you’ve ever fantasized about—soft, sweet, impossible to resist. And his boyfriend? Park Jongseong is the perfect mix of manly, dominant, and dangerously addictive.
So when they invited you to join their bed activities, you can't argue to say no despite of your situation. Who could blame you? They're insanely sexy and they're the ones insisting. They want you there. So why the hell is Jay acting so bitter about it?
warning: everyone is either gay or fruity, bi! jake, bi! jay, pansexual! reader, brief mention of: fxf, scissoring, open relationship, threesome (heeseung and his gf x reader). reader having a hard time enjoying actual sex, so reader masturbate like a man, she's so sexually deprived that she uses everything to get off, reader thirsting over jake, jealous angry jay.
explicit content ahead (smut): masturbation, threesome (switch jake, dom jay x sub reader), anal sex (mxm), fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, pussy slapping, squirting, pain kink?, unprotected sex, throat fucking, dubcon-ish, biting, rough mean jay, MDNI. WC: 15.7K
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You are so frustrated.
Why does sex feel amazing for everyone except you?
It's not like you don't know what it's supposed to feel like. You've read books, watched porn, listened to your friends rave about their latest hookups. They make it sound euphoric—breathless moans, trembling legs, mind-numbing pleasure. And yet, for you? Nothing.
Your first time was a disaster. The foreplay—if you could even call it that—was pitiful. The stretch burned. It hurt. It hurt so much that you ghosted the guy afterward, deleting his number like he was nothing more than a bad memory. Because that's all he was. A mistake.
Maybe it was him. Maybe he was just bad at it. So you tried again, this time with someone older, more experienced. Surely he would know what to do. But no—it was the same damn thing. They couldn't get you off. It hurt. It burned. And worst of all? It was boring. Uncomfortable, frustrating, infuriating.
You sit there, listening to your friends gush about their wild sex lives, their earth-shattering orgasms, and you can't help but hate them a little. It's not fair. It's not normal.
Is it a you problem?
You tried something different. A woman. Maybe men just weren't built to handle you.
And at first, it was better. You liked touching her, liked making her feel good, liked watching her body shudder under your hands. But when it came to you? The same damn problem. The moment she touched you, it was like your body refused to respond. Even scissoring just felt like raw friction, nothing more than skin dragging against skin. It burned. It always burns.
You're so envious of others—for actually enjoying sex, for having partners who know how to touch them.
Meanwhile, you're stuck in your room, watching porn, getting yourself off because no one else ever gets it right. No one knows your body like you do.
You've spent night after night touching yourself, pushing your limits, exploring kinks you never even knew you had. Your vibrator's been through hell—drained, recharged, drained again—because you can't get enough of the pleasure it sends coursing through you.
Six times in a single night, and it's still not enough. It never is.
You're pathetic, aren't you? Masturbating like some desperate, sex-starved pervert. Plunging your fingers deep inside yourself, chasing the high that no real partner has ever been able to give you. Watching porn, imagining yourself in the girl's place—wishing it was you being touched like that, fucked like that, worshiped like that.
And after nearly a year of searching, experimenting, you've realized something. You cum the hardest when you watch groups. Threesomes, foursomes, full-blown orgies—bodies tangled together, hands everywhere, mouths everywhere. The way they touch each other, pay attention to every inch of skin, despite the numbers.
So, you decided to bring that into real life.
You replied to a guy looking for a one-time hookup with his girlfriend—a birthday gift for her, he said. It sounded perfect.
You told them it was your first time, and the three of you set some ground rules. He guided you gently, his fingers threading through your hair as you ate his girlfriend out. She was beautiful, and you loved every second of making her moan, feeling her thighs tremble beneath your tongue.
It soaked you. This was what you wanted. Giving them what they wanted. Letting him use your throat, over and over, watching him fuck his girlfriend while you licked her clit. That was the turn-on.
But then, his fingers slipped inside you. His girlfriend kissed you, her lips soft, her words so comforting. And yet— It burns.
You winced, tried to relax, but it was useless. That familiar, infuriating discomfort crept in again, killing whatever arousal you had.
You pulled away, forcing a smile, telling them to keep going, that it was okay if they didn't focus on you. Because you didn't need it. They were your type—both of them, so hot, so eager. You loved watching them touch each other. You loved licking his balls while he fucked her, loved playing with her breasts, pinching her clit.
Your pussy clenched at nothing while you watched her fall apart on his dick, her face blissed out in pleasure you knew you'd never feel.
And just like that, frustration settled deep in your gut.
Maybe sex just isn't for you. Maybe it never was. And maybe, at some point, you'll have to accept it.
But damn, you're jealous.
"Awww, they're so cute! Look at them holding hands!"
Wonyoung's voice practically drips with excitement as she nudges you, her perfectly manicured finger pointing toward the entrance of the café.
You follow her gaze, eyes landing on the two men walking in. Their hands are loosely intertwined, their strides in sync.
The shorter one has a face that's both sharp and soft, his jawline well-defined yet not too harsh, his high cheekbones giving him an almost ethereal look. His eyes—warm and expressive—contrast with the straight line of his nose and the fullness of his lips, God, what a handsome man.
The taller man, in contrast, carries a striking, almost intimidating presence. His facial structure is all sharp angles and strong lines—high cheekbones, a prominent nose bridge, a jawline - a sharp 120 degrees jawline.
You raise a brow, turning back to Wonyoung. "What's with them?"
"Nothing!" she chirps, grinning as she watches them take a seat. "It's just refreshing to see bro luh bro together."
You snort. You steal another glance at the pair. The shorter one is laughing now, dimples peeking out as he leans in, nudging the taller man playfully.
Sunoo arrives, setting down a tray with all of your orders. He follows your gaze, his own eyes landing on the two men.
"Oh, Jake and Jay?" he says, voice dropping slightly.
Wonyoung perks up immediately. "You know them?"
Sunoo plops down beside you, nodding as he starts distributing drinks. "Yeah, Jay's our club president. Never thought they'd are together, though. I mean—" He pauses, lowering his voice slightly. "They sound so straight."
Your eyebrows shoot up, and Wonyoung lets out an exaggerated gasp. "No way," she drawls, glancing back at them with renewed interest.
"Swear," Sunoo says, holding up a hand like he's making a vow. "Back in highschool, Jake always had that... golden retriever energy, y'know? Friendly, flirty, kinda dumb in a cute way. But Jay?" He scoffs.
"Jay was the heartbreaker. Like, he had this whole nonchalant thing going on—cool, detached, gave just enough attention to make a girl fall for him, then disappeared a week later. Maybe that was just his denial phase."
"And now they're holding hands in a café," Wonyoung muses, poking at the ice in her drink with her straw. "Everyone is being gay right now."
Sunoo hums in agreement, shrugging. "Yeah, because life is better when you're gay."
You huff out a quiet laugh, finally reaching for your drink. "Oh, you got matcha, right?" Sunoo asks, sliding the cup toward you.
You nod, mumbling a quick thanks, but your mind is barely in the conversation anymore. Your attention keeps slipping, your eyes betraying you as they flick back—again and again—to the couple sitting at the other table.
Because—if you're being honest—you've thought the Jake guy was attractive from the moment he walked in.
Sunoo and Wonyoung have moved on, their conversation shifting into casual university gossip, but their words barely register. Your focus is locked on Jake, on the way he sits, leaning slightly forward, lazily twirling his pen between those long fingers as he writes something down in a notebook. He says something to his boyfriend, smiling as he does.
That smile. Those lips. Plump. Soft-looking, the kind that part just enough to reveal a glimpse of teeth when he grins. The kind that would feel so—
You bite down on your straw.
No. Nope. You are not thirsting over a man who very obviously has a boyfriend.
And yet—your gaze drifts lower, down to his hands. His hands.
Slender, long fingers, veins subtly running beneath his skin. Knuckles slightly prominent as he flexes them, tapping his pen absentmindedly against the page. You swallow hard, mind spiraling down a path you know you shouldn't be going down, but fuck, you can't help it.
Those hands—how would they feel against your skin? Pressing against your thighs, spreading you open? Fingers sinking deep, stretching you just right? The thought alone sends a pulse of heat straight between your legs.
And his nose—fuck, his nose.
It's perfect. Straight, slightly defined at the bridge, the kind of nose that was made to be sat on. Your breath hitches as a vivid image flashes through your mind—his face buried between your legs, that perfect nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out. You imagine his hands gripping your hips, holding you down as you ride his face, your fingers tangled in his hair, your moans breathy and desperate as you grind against him.
Would it actually feel as good as it looks in porn? You wouldn't know. But it doesn't hurt to imagine, right?
You shift in your seat, heartbeat thrumming in your ears. Your foot taps anxiously against the floor, your thighs pressing together, trying desperately to ignore the growing ache between them.
But just as you force your gaze down, trying to pull yourself out of your own head, a chill runs through you.
You feel it before you see it. Slowly, hesitantly, you glance back up—only to lock eyes with Jay.
Fuck.
He's looking right at you, his brow raises just slightly, like he knows exactly what you were thinking.
Your breath catches in your throat. Panic sets in, and you immediately tear your gaze away, heart hammering as you stare down at your drink.
Great. Just great. Not only are your panties soaked, but now you've got a pissed-off boyfriend glaring at you.
You don't even make it five minutes before bolting.
Some half-assed excuse—an emergency, you tell them, whatever the hell that means—and then you're gone. Practically fleeing back to your dorm, heart hammering, skin burning with embarrassment.
The second you step inside, you lock the door, press your back against it, and let out a shaky breath. You strip any piece of your clothing and went to the bathroom, turning on the water.
The shower is scalding but it does nothing to wash away the lingering heat in your core. You scrub your skin, try to shake off the feeling of want, but it clings to you.
Even after, sitting on the toilet in just your towel, your legs still feel weak. Your mind won't shut up, replaying the way Jake looked, the way Jay looked at you.
You feel so guilty.
But it's not like you actually did anything, right? You were just looking. It's not a crime to look. You tell yourself that over and over, forcing the thought down, gaslighting yourself into believing it.
It's normal. Completely normal. You just found him attractive. That's all. Then why does it feel so wrong?
Your fingers twitch against your thigh. Your whole body is tense, wound up tight, frustration eating you alive.
You don't think. You just act. Your hand reaches for the bidet, adjusting the angle, fingers trembling as the cold metal rests against your skin.
A sharp gasp leaves your lips as the water pulses against your clit, and your head tips back, shame curling tight in your stomach. You shouldn't be doing this. You know that.
But you can't stop. You're so pathetic.
Since it was your third year, the number of students had dwindled. Some had transferred to different courses, others had dropped out entirely, victims of whatever existential crisis they were facing. It was just the reality of being a college student.
The college retreat finally arrived, and you placed your bag in the train's storage before settling into your seat. Sunoo, already making himself comfortable beside you, had an eye mask covering his eyes and was snoring before the train even began to move.
You sighed, sinking into your seat, plugging in your wired headphones to drown out the chatter around you. As music filled your ears, you scrolled through your phone. Your gaze drifted downward, watching your foot tap lightly against the floor in time with the beat—until something small thumped against it.
A small bag. Frowning, you pulled out one earbud, wincing at the slight tug.
"Be careful, babe," a voice said. You looked up just in time to see Jay reaching down for the bag at your feet.
"I'm sorry," Jake murmured. The moment your eyes met his, your entire body froze.
You couldn't speak. Couldn't even move. Jay straightened, holding the bag, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long. Jake, oblivious, apologized again before walking off.
But Jay? He didn't move right away. He looked at you one last time before turning to follow Jake.
You swallowed hard, your throat dry.
Slowly, you put your headphones back in, forcing yourself to relax against your seat.
Why the fuck is it so hard not to look at him? Who could blame you, though? They were your batchmates, your classmates, and you hadn't even realized you shared the same major until now. And they were so close.
And so fucking hot.
Both of them were, to be fair. But Jay was the one who would kill you with his angry glares.
Your foot taps anxiously against the ground, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you fight the urge to glance over again. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. But you do.
Across the room, your colleagues erupt into cheers, celebrating another round of drinks, but their voices fade into the background. You try—try—to engage, to smile, to socialize like a normal person, but your gaze keeps betraying you, flickering back to them.
Jake looks so happy. His face is flushed, his glasses fogging slightly from the heat of the room and the alcohol in his system. His smile is soft, a little lazy, dimples appearing as he giggles at something Jay mutters in his ear. He's a lightweight, that much is clear, and the alcohol is making him affectionate—leaning into Jay's shoulder, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of his boyfriend's sleeve.
Jay is the complete opposite—calm, composed, sipping his drink with effortless elegance. He barely reacts as Jake presses closer, only tilting his head slightly, allowing him to rest against him. His fingers lazily ghost over Jake's knee, a silent acknowledgment, a small show of possession.
Your stomach tightens. Your mind wanders, slipping into dangerous territory, conjuring images you should not be entertaining.
Is Jake a bottom? Or is he a top?
No—no way. Look at him. He's so soft, so giggly, so touchy. If you had to bet, you'd say he's the kind of guy who'd melt under the right hands, who'd whimper when teased, who'd take it so well—
Your breath catches. Fuck.
And Jay—fuck, Jay is so manly. So effortlessly dominant. He doesn't even have to do anything, and yet he owns every space he's in. You can only imagine what he's like behind closed doors, when there's no one around to see—except Jake.
What does Jake sound like when he moans? Would his voice be high, needy? Would he gasp, or would he whimper? Would Jay be rough with him? Would he tease him, make him beg, make him squirm?
Would he— You squeeze your thighs together under the table, your nails pressing into your palms.
You need to stop.
"I need some fresh air," you blurt out, standing a little too fast, the chair scraping against the floor as you push back from the table. Sunoo barely acknowledge your sudden departure, too wrapped up in their own conversations, and you're grateful for it.
You make a beeline for the exit, your cheeks burning, your pulse erratic. The moment you step outside, the night air rushes over you, cool against your heated skin.
You take a deep breath. Then another. The cabin's outdoor area is quiet, save for the rustling of tall trees and the distant hum of music from inside. The air is fresh, crisp, but it does little to cool the wrong kind of heat pooling in your stomach.
"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, slapping your cheeks lightly, trying to shake yourself back to reality.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Is this how dry you are? Years of masturbating, of getting off alone, of chasing something that never quite hits—has it really reduced you to this? To thirsting over a taken man like some desperate, pathetic slut?
You groan, dragging your hands down your face. You march aimlessly in circles, feet pressing against the dirt path, trying to ground yourself—trying to shake the images still burning in your mind. You need to behave. Your pussy needs to behave.
After a while, you drop onto a wooden bench, pressing your palms against your knees, forcing yourself to breathe.
"Hey."
A voice startles you, and you whip around, heart nearly jumping out of your chest.
"Oh—Heeseung," you exhale, relaxing slightly when you see him standing there, hands in his pockets, the faint glow of the lights casting long shadows behind him.
He smirks. "You look like you just saw a ghost."
You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. "Where's your girlfriend?"
"Inside, having fun with her friends." He steps closer, glancing at the empty space beside you. "Can I?"
You nod, shifting over to give him room.
He sighs as he sits, stretching his arms out along the back of the bench, tilting his head up to look at the sky. "Didn't think I'd see you out here alone."
"I needed a break," you say vaguely, not about to admit to the absolute filth running through your mind just minutes ago.
Lee Heeseung was the guy you met last summer—a music major with a healthy, happy open relationship with his girlfriend. You had joined them for one encounter, though nothing more came of it. After that, you stayed mutuals on social media, exchanging the occasional like or comment. His girlfriend, however had a habit of slipping into your DMs with suggestive messages, playful and teasing, making you chuckle every time.
"She misses you," he started, looking at you. "She was kind of disappointed, waking up and realizing you leave without cumming, telling me I'm such an asshole." He laughed, "well, maybe I was. I'm sorry."
You blink. Then, shaking your head, you wave a hand dismissively. "No, don't feel bad! It was a wonderful experience."
"You guys were amazing," you continue, turning to meet his gaze. "I loved watching you two, letting you use me, but I wasn't expecting anything. Seriously, don't feel guilty. I wanted to focus on her—on making her feel good."
Heeseung watches you for a beat, his lips curling slightly before he exhales, stretching his arms again along the back of the bench. "Ahh, I'm so glad I picked you." His tone is light, teasing. "You're really considerate, you know that?"
You shrug, grinning. "What can I say? I have a talent for that."
He laughs, shaking his head, but then his expression sobers slightly. "Still, I feel bad about that. I just thought—" He pauses, scratching the back of his neck. "That night, when you backed off... I figured touching you might've made you uncomfortable. I didn't wanna push it."
You blink. Oh. He thinks that's why?
"No!" you blurt, laughing, reaching out to slap his shoulder playfully. "It wasn't you, okay? That was totally a me issue."
Heeseung raises a brow, tilting his head. "What kind of issue?"
You hesitate. Do you tell him? It's not exactly something you go around sharing, but it's just the two of you out here. You think Heeseung has always been easy to talk to—never judgmental, just curious, open.
So, you sigh, deciding to just be honest. You tell him everything—how you get aroused easily, how your body wants it, craves it, but the moment someone actually touches you, it all goes wrong. How you can't seem to relax, how their touch feels too much, too uncomfortable. How it burns.
Heeseung listens, his brows furrowing slightly as he processes your words.
When you finish, he shifts, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Shit," he breathes, his voice softer now. "I—fuck, I'm sorry." His eyes widen, guilt flickering in them. "I—We tried to touch you. I slipped a finger inside. And you didn't say anything. I didn't even realize—"
You shake your head quickly, waving him off. "Don't feel bad."
"But it hurt," he says, like he's trying to wrap his head around it, his breath hitching slightly.
"Well, yeah," you admit, leaning back against the bench. "It burns."
Heeseung lets out a quiet, almost guilty laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Fuck. I feel like such an asshole now."
"You're not," you assure him, nudging him with your knee. "Seriously. It's fine. I wanted to be there. I wanted to do that. And I did enjoy it—I loved watching you two." You flash him a grin. "Plus, your girlfriend? Hot as hell."
That makes him chuckle, shaking his head again. "She is, huh?" He glances at you, eyes softer now. "But... you? You didn't get anything out of it?"
You shrug, sighing. "That's just how it is for me, I guess."
There's a moment of silence between you, filled only by the distant hum of laughter and music from inside. Heeseung sits back again, stretching his legs out in front of him, staring up at the sky as if he's thinking.
"I'm actually here to convince you to do it again with us," Heeseung admits, rubbing a hand over his face awkwardly.
Your eyes widen. "What?"
He laughs, a little sheepishly. "Yeah—uh, she said I should probably, you know, lick you as a take-back and propose the idea of doing it again because the sex was so good." His grin turns teasing before he sighs, shaking his head. "But... I don't know. I've been thinking about it, considering your situation, and my conscience just can't take it."
You open your mouth, unsure of what to say. "I—I..." You hesitate, then finally admit, "Honestly? I would like to do it again with you guys. It was a good experience, and you were both so kind—"
"But," Heeseung interrupts, giving you a pointed look. "I don't want to do it again knowing that you're probably not enjoying it."
"Hey," you protest, frowning. "I said I enjoyed it."
Heeseung groans, slumping back against the bench. "Still."
You laugh at the sheer misery in his voice. "What, is your ego that fragile?"
He gives you a side-eye. "Yes. Absolutely."
You shake your head in amusement. "So... what now? You going to find someone else for your little proposition?"
Heeseung exhales dramatically, staring off into the distance. Then he shakes his head. "Nah." His gaze flickers back to you, lingering for a brief second before he smirks. "Damn, though—you and my girlfriend are such freaks in the best way. It's hard to find someone like that. Plus, you're sexy as fuck."
Your lips twitch, amused. "Oh?"
"And your gag reflex?" Heeseung groans, running a hand through his hair. "Impressive. I'd rate the blowjob five stars, easy."
You laugh, playfully flipping your hair over your shoulder. "Why, thank you."
"But," he sighs, dramatically placing a hand over his chest, "I'm letting you go."
You pout, exaggerating your disappointment. "Awww."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he says, waving you off. "I actually rehearsed a whole ass speech before coming over here, thinking I'd convince you to join us again —but honestly, I'd just be disappointing my girlfriend." He chuckles, shaking his head. "It's okay, though."
You exhale, feeling a strange mix of relief and... loss?
"I'm sorry," you murmur.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Heeseung says, more serious now. "Don't think I'm letting you go just because you can't get off. That's not the reason. I don't want you to be hurt, and well..." He pauses, his voice lowering slightly.
"There were... things my girlfriend and I discussed doing to you. But after hearing what you said, I don't think it'd be a good idea anymore."
You swallow, his words sinking in. Another experience, another opportunity taken away because of your body's refusal to cooperate.
Heeseung must see something in your face because he groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fuck, I feel so bad now. Can I make it up to you? Food? Something sweet for making you feel bad?"
You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips as you look at him. "Is it okay if we kiss?"
Heeseung looks momentarily caught off guard, but then he shrugs. "Sure, why not?"
"Wait—doesn't this feel morally wrong? Like, cheating?"
He snorts. "You do know we fuck other people, right?" Heeseung raises a brow, amused. "Besides, she's the one who suggested I should eat your pussy as an apology."
You scrunch your nose. "Yeah, but I wouldn't enjoy it."
Heeseung clutches his chest, "Fuck—you don't have to say it like that. Even I can't please you, huh?"
You burst into laughter before leaning in, pressing your lips against his.
His hands immediately find your waist, gripping you firmly as he responds, lips parting slightly as he follows your lead. The heat between you builds quickly, the moment shifting as your fingers tangle in his hair.
You move, climbing onto his lap, your thighs pressing against his hips as his hands slide down, settling on the curve of your ass. His tongue flicks against yours, deepening the kiss, and he practically shoves it down your throat, savoring the moment and leaving a last impression.
And just a few feet away, standing unnoticed in the shadows beyond the cabin's back entrance, Jay remains completely still—leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. Watching. Listening.
You don't even remember how you ended up in bed that night. One moment, you were locked in a messy make-out session with Heeseung outside, and the next, you were back in the cabin, drink in hand, relieved to find that Jake and Jay were nowhere in sight.
You actually enjoyed drinking with everyone. Maybe because you had let out a problem that had been weighing on you. Maybe because there were no distractions around the circle—nothing tempting, nothing forbidden, nothing that made your skin burn with frustration.
Even Sunoo—who could usually outdrink everyone—ended up absolutely wasted.
A loud, piercing voice jerks you from unconsciousness.
"WAKE UP! EVERYONE GET READY FOR TODAY'S ACTIVITY!"
Your brain screams in protest, eyes squeezing shut as the harsh sunlight spills across your face. Around you, deep groans of agony echo through the cabin, everyone waking up in a collective hangover-induced suffering.
You stiffen, you felt something heavy weighing against you.
Blinking, you squint through the brightness—only to realize Sunoo is wrapped around your waist, his deep snores vibrating against your back. What the hell?
You tilt your head, glancing around groggily. Why are you in a room full of men? Several guys are already getting up, shuffling around in various stages of disarray, stretching, groaning, rubbing their faces in exhaustion.
Panic jolts through you as you slap Sunoo's arm. "Did you bring me here?!"
He winces, barely cracking one eye open before scowling and slapping your back in revenge. You groan at the sting.
"Both of us were drunk as fuck," he grumbles. "Do you really think I had the brainpower to take you to the right room?" He shifts, kicking off the blanket, pulling a pillow over his face.
"Agh, fuck, the seniors are so noisy," he groans, muffled. "Let me fucking sleep."
Your mouth falls open in disbelief. Then, you glance down at yourself. The blanket is covering most of your legs, but... something feels off.
A memory flashes through your mind—you and Sunoo, stumbling into the room last night, singing like idiots, collapsing into bed. You kicking off your pants because it felt too hot. Your stomach drops.
"Where are my fucking pants?" you whisper harshly, panic creeping in as you glance around. Other guys are groggily stretching, pulling on hoodies, running hands through messy hair, and you suddenly want to die.
"Uh... hey," a familiar voice calls.
You freeze. Slowly, hesitantly, you turn your head. And immediately wish you hadn't.
"Is this yours?" Jake stands a few feet away, holding your pants. But that's not the problem.
The problem is that he's shirtless, fresh water dripping from his hair, rolling down his bare shoulders, glistening over his defined chest and abs— Don't look lower. Don't look lower.
Oh, fuck, those abs.
"Y-Yes!" you blurt, scrambling to sit up. "Thank you!"
You practically launch yourself off the bed, tripping over the blanket as you grab your pants from his hand. Your fingers brush against his slightly—warm, damp from his shower—and your entire body locks up.
Jake just grins at your flustered state. "Rough night?" he asks, amused.
You don't answer. You can't. Your face is burning, your thoughts spiraling, and the only thing that matters is getting the fuck out of there.
You mumble a quick, "Thanks," grabbing your pants with shaky fingers. Turning away, you hurriedly step into them, nearly tripping in your rush to cover yourself. Your hands fumble with the waistband as you stumble toward the door.
You don't look back. You don't see the way Jay's gaze follows you. The way his eyes drag down your body, your ass, the way his fingers twitch, his knuckles flexing as his grip tightens.
A scoff breaks the silence. "Enjoy flirting with that girl?"
Jay leans back against the bedframe, arms crossing over his chest. His eyes flick toward Jake, who is casually applying lotion to his arms, completely unbothered.
Jake doesn't even glance up. "Everything is such a big deal to you."
"Yeah," Jay mutters, his jaw tightening, "because you know she wants to fuck you. And you just gave her a reason to touch herself thinking about you." His voice is flat and bitter. "Do you want to fuck her?"
Jake lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head at Jay's possessiveness.
Then, without warning, he leans forward, pressing in close, his lips brushing against Jay's ear as he murmurs, "Come on... don't pretend you don't want to fuck her too."
You hear Sunoo grunt beside you as everyone gathers in a large circle for today's activity. Your shoulders sink slightly—there are too many people, too much noise, and the closeness makes your skin prickle with discomfort.
Before you can dwell on it, someone calls your name.
Heeseung's girlfriend appears beside you, slipping her arm through yours. Heeseung follows a step behind, hands in his pockets, watching the two of you with mild amusement.
Conversation flows naturally between the three of you. She's playful, teasing, and when the moment strikes, she leans in to press a quick kiss to your cheek before Heeseung pulls her away with a laugh, shaking his head.
You huff out a chuckle, shaking off the flustered warmth lingering on your face. The fresh air feels nice, even with Sunoo rambling beside you, half-awake and barely filtering his thoughts.
"There's some dirt in your hair."
You pause, caught off guard by the voice behind you. You blink at Jay as he gestures vaguely toward your head. Your fingers immediately reach up, brushing through your hair, searching for whatever he's talking about.
Before you can find it, another voice cuts in.
"Can't get off?"
Your eyes snap to Jake, heartbeat stuttering.
Sunoo frowns beside you. "What?"
Jake grins. "I mean—you can't get it off." He reaches out, plucking something from your hair—a small leaf—and twirls it between his fingers before letting it drop. He and Jay don't wait for a response. They just turn, walking off, their presence fading into the crowd.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Sunoo clicks his tongue, slipping his hand into yours as he pulls you along. "What's wrong with them?"
The activity is divided into groups, and you've been paired with your colleagues. The rules are simple: win the games, and your team gets to decide what food to eat. With everyone desperate for a good meal, the competition turns chaotic.
The entire field is a mess—people running, yelling, tackling each other for flags. You and Sunoo are no exception, darting up and down the hill, breathless and determined.
"I fucking want some steak!" you scream, gripping the colored flag in your hands like your life depends on it.
Behind you, Sunoo is just as wild, holding onto another flag. "We are not eating instant noodles again!" he howls, voice cracking mid-sentence.
But just as victory feels within reach, another group surges past, shrieking in triumph.
Your stomach drops as you watch them hoist their flags in the air, the whistle blowing to signal their win.
Gravity betrays you. You and Sunoo crash to the ground, tumbling into a heap, dirt and grass sticking to your clothes. You groan, lying there for a moment, staring up at the sky in defeat.
"Goddamn it," Sunoo mutters. "I wanted seafood."
A hand appears in your vision. Someone is helping you up. You grab hold, letting yourself be pulled to your feet. "But I wanted steak," you whisper, still eyeing the victorious group with bitter jealousy.
A soft chuckle sounds behind you. "Must be frustrating."
Your brows furrow. You turn, only to find Jake standing there, hands lazily tucked into his pockets, watching you with an amused glint in his eyes.
"What?" you ask, confused.
He takes a step closer, reaching out. His fingers barely brush your shoulder as he tugs off a piece of dirt clinging to your shirt.
Then, he leans in—just slightly, just enough for only you to hear— "Never getting what you want."
Your body tenses, a shiver running down your spine. Because no fucking way—this isn't about the game.
Your mind races, trying to make sense of it.
You stay in the shower longer than you should, the hot water running over your skin, but doing nothing to wash away the unease settling in your chest. Some of the other girls have already finished, wrapping themselves in towels, chatting about the day's activities. A few glance your way, concern flickering across their faces.
"Are you okay?" one of them asks. You don't answer. You just stand there, naked, staring at the tiled floor, your hands limp at your sides.
"Can't get off?"
"Must be frustrating, never getting what you want."
A chill runs down your spine. Jake's words loop in your head, over and over, like an echo you can't shake off.
Your brain scrambles, piecing together every interaction—every weird moment leading up to this. First of all, you don't even know Jake. One day, you were just thirsting over him from a distance, admiring him like some campus crush. Your second interaction—if you could even call it that—was when he dropped his bag in front of you. No words exchanged, just a moment of awkward eye contact before he walked away.
Then last night—when you looked at him again, when you got caught looking. By his boyfriend, Jay.
And then? The sudden shift. The randomness of it all. Why did Jake start talking to you out of nowhere? Could it be because of the pants? The morning embarrassment? But no—his comments weren't just casual teasing. They were pointed. Suggestive. And worst of all, relatable.
Your stomach twists. Your mind flashes back to last night.
You had stepped out for fresh air. You had talked to Heeseung. You make out with him. And when you went back inside— Jay and Jake were gone.
Your breath hitches.
Fuck.
Your hand grips your hair, heart pounding. Could they know? No. No way. That's impossible. Right?
Three more days, and the retreat would be over.
If Jake and Jay knew, then all you had to do was avoid them until you got back to campus. No unnecessary conversations, no eye contact, no chance for them to slip more suggestive comments into your ears and make your skin crawl.
It was the last night of the retreat, the final stretch before you could return to normal life.
The final activity was a mountain climb. The goal was simple—make it to the top and back before 8 o'clock. But the moment the seniors announced it, you just stood there, dumbfounded. What the actual fuck were they thinking?
Sure, a hike sounded fun in theory, but at night? In an unfamiliar area? Terrible idea. Most of the students murmured in protest, some even flat-out refusing, but somehow, you ended up participating. Why? Because Sunoo, your only companion in this nightmare, begged you to come along, promising that he wouldn't survive without you.
Now, with each step up the steep incline, you're regretting it.
"We need to go back down soon," you huff, pausing to catch your breath. "Before the sun sets. I don't trust the seniors—they're probably planning some shit."
Sunoo, hunched over beside you, dramatically clutches his chest. "What?! Can you just— give me five minutes to breathe?" He whines, panting. You roll your eyes but grab his wrist anyway, tugging him forward. "Come on. I have a bad feeling about this."
While walking in the middle of the forest to go down, both of you stop when you hear a scream. Not just any scream—bloodcurdling, echoing through the trees, sending a violent shiver all through your body.
Your body stiffens. "What the fuck was that?"
Sunoo barely has time to respond before more sounds erupt—heavy footsteps, frantic rustling, the unmistakable pounding of people running.
The flashlights around the area flicker out, plunging everything into a suffocating black void.
Your breath catches. "No, no, no—"
Sunoo grabs your wrist. "Run."
You don't question it. The two of you bolt, feet crashing against the uneven ground, dodging low branches, blindly navigating the terrain. You don't even know what you're running from—only that fear is thrumming through your veins, keeping your legs moving.
In the middle of running, in the darkness, your grip on Sunoo slips.
"Sunoo?!" You gasp, stumbling as you lose sight of him.
"Keep running!" You heard him shout, but his voice are distant.
You're alone.
Heart hammering, you stagger forward, breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. Your legs are aching, your hands trembling as you reach out blindly, searching for stability.
Finally, your fingers brush against rough bark. A tree. You collapse against it, sinking down to the ground, your back pressing into the trunk as you try to calm the rapid rise and fall of your chest.
The silence around you is deafening. You close your eyes, stabilizing your breath when you heard a twig snaps.
Your eyes fly open, and panic takes over. A scream tears from your throat as you kick out wildly, scrambling backward, heart hammering in your ears but a hand clamps over your mouth.
"Shhh," a hushed voice murmurs against your ear, warm breath ghosting over your skin. "Unless you want the seniors to hear and make fun of you more."
The low timbre sends a shiver down your spine. A firm arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against something solid and warm.
You tilt your head, catching a glimpse of soft curls, of a lazy, curling smirk beneath the dim glow of the moonlight.
Jake. His scent is so close—clean, a little woody. It makes your head feel light, makes your thoughts blur at the edges. And his eyes—fuck, his eyes. Dark, glinting, lashes so long.
Your throat tightens. With a sharp breath, you yank his hand away from your mouth, coughing as you shift awkwardly in his hold. "W-What?"
Jake grins. "Relax. The seniors are just scaring the juniors. That's the 'big activity.'"
You scowl, turning your head away. "I know that."
He laughs, low and amused. Then, before you can react, he tugs you down beside him, making you squeal.
"Why are you so awkward?" he teases, settling back against the tree trunk, looking at you like he's enjoying every second of this. "I just wanted to talk to you."
You swallow, shifting uncomfortably. "You have a boyfriend."
"And yet," he murmurs, leaning in slightly, "you keep staring at me like I don't."
Your body reacts before you can stop it, thighs pressing together instinctively at the way his voice drops, at the heat curling in his gaze.
"T-That's micro-cheating," you whisper, trying to steady your voice. You pressed your hand around his chest, stopping him from getting any closer.
Jake chuckles. "It's not—" he leans in, his nose grazing your cheek, his breath fanning over your skin, "—when he's aware of it."
Your eyes widen, lips parting in shock just as his tongue flicks against your earlobe. A sharp, involuntary sigh escapes you, your body shuddering at the sensation.
He smirks. "Sensitive?"
"S-Stop," you stammer, hands pressing against his chest in a weak attempt to push him away.
But Jake doesn't budge. Instead, he pouts—actually pouts—his fingers curling around your wrist, gently prying your grip from his shirt. "Why? Don't you want me?" His voice is teasing.
"I know you've participated in threesomes." Your breath catches at his bold statement.
"I'm just interested in you joining us," he continues, his tone light, almost casual, like he's suggesting something as simple as grabbing a coffee.
Your thighs press together. Because fuck—fuck, it's too easy to imagine it. Two mouths. Two bodies. Two dicks.
The kind of scenario you've watched over and over in the videos you get off to. The kind of scenario that should have you saying yes without hesitation.
But then you remember. His words from the past few days. The suggestive phrases, you felt that he was toying with something deeply personal to you.
Your arousal sours, replaced by a dull ache of frustration. You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, to focus. "I know that you also know my situation."
Jake tilts his head slightly, curious about where you're going with this.
Your voice hardens. "I'm not the girl you're looking for. Yes, you're hot. Your boyfriend too. But—" You swallow thickly, fingers curling. "Do you think it's a little insensitive of you?"
His brows lift, you take a steadying breath. "I got turned down from experiencing a threesome because of my issue." The words taste bitter on your tongue, resentment creeping in despite yourself. "So what makes you think this would be any different?"
Jake stays quiet for a moment. His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist but the teasing glint in his eyes has dimmed slightly. Not completely gone—just softened, like he's listening now.
You use the moment to pull your hand free and leave him alone, despite of being scared in the dark.
The next morning, as you pack your things, your mood is bitter. Sunoo notices immediately but doesn't press, only throwing you occasional glances as he folds his clothes into his bag.
By the time you're on the train, settled into your seat, the frustration inside you has only grown. You stare out the window, thoughts spiraling, the rhythmic movement of the train doing nothing to calm you down.
Sunoo, beside you, nudges your arm gently. "Is it because I left you alone?" His voice is small, pouting as he holds your hand.
You blink, turning to him briefly before exhaling a heavy sigh. "God, no."
"Then what?"
You lean back against the seat, rubbing your temple. "I'm just... frustrated."
Sunoo raises an eyebrow. "Frustrated about what?"
You don't answer immediately, pressing your tongue against the inside of your cheek as you avoid his gaze.
"Frustrated about everything," you murmur, voice low, more to yourself than to him.
Sunoo watches you for a moment before sighing, deciding to let it go.
But your mind doesn't. You think about it. Threesomes are the best. You love everything about them—the attention, the pleasure, the thrill of being used by more than one person at once. You've spent countless nights fantasizing about being sandwiched between two bodies, your moans muffled against warm skin, hands gripping your thighs, your body bent and spread, completely taken.
The thought alone makes your stomach tighten. But, what's the point if your body refuses to cooperate? If every touch that should send you over the edge instead makes you feel like you're burning from the inside out?
And come on—you know yourself. You don't want to put yourself in a situation where you'll just end up jealous again, where you'll watch pleasure unfold before you and be left with nothing but your own frustration.
You made the right choice. You should praise yourself for finally prioritizing your mental health this time. Because you know how this ends. A wet-ass pussy left hanging, again and again, with no relief.
"You're really dumb," Jay sighs in frustration, rubbing his face with his palm. His other hand rests on his waist as he stares at his boyfriend, unimpressed.
"Now, how are you supposed to convince that girl, huh? You scared her off."
Jake shrugs, unbothered. "Maybe you should go talk to her."
Jay's eyes widen before he scoffs, laughing sarcastically. "No fucking way."
He feels Jake's presence, familiar arms snaking around his waist from behind, pulling him close in a lazy, comforting embrace.
"I'm sorry," Jake murmurs, resting his chin on Jay's shoulder. "I know you told me to give it more time, but I was excited to approach her. You know I've been looking for the perfect third, right?"
Jay huffs, rolling his eyes. "I still don't get why you want a threesome so bad." He pries Jake's arms off his waist, turning to face him. His jaw tightens as he stares at his boyfriend. "Am I not fucking you right?"
Jake chuckles, tilting his head, eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, baby, you are—but that's not the point."
Jay crosses his arms, his annoyance growing. "Then what is the point?"
Jake shrugs, leaning casually against the table behind him. "I just want to add some spice. It's nothing personal—just something I'd like to try." He watches Jay carefully. "And I'm not forcing you, okay? If you don't want it, we don't have to. But you asked why, and I'm just telling you."
Jay lets out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. Of course, Jake says it so easily, so casually, like it's not a big deal at all. But to Jay, it is.
He's pissed. Maybe even jealous. Because Jay is not the type of man who shares. He never has been. The thought of someone else touching what belongs to him—seeing Jake spread out, vulnerable, pleasured by someone else—sets something ugly and possessive twisting in his chest.
But then—fuck. Jake is looking at him with those big, innocent, doe eyes. His lower lip juts out, his brows lift slightly, and he tilts his head just enough to make himself look small, needy. And Jay hates that he knows exactly how to get his way.
Jay groans, rubbing his face with both hands. In the back of his mind, a voice whispers—maybe he'll like it. Maybe, just maybe, it won't be so bad if he's the one in control.
His hands drop, and he meets Jake's gaze. "I'll try to talk to her."
Jake's entire face lights up. His arms shoot forward, wrapping around Jay's neck as he peppers kisses all over his face, murmuring between them, "Thank you, thank you, thank you—I love you, you're the best, oh my god—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jay grumbles, pretending to be unimpressed, even as his arms tighten around Jake's waist. "I love you too."
Jay drops his notebook onto the desk with a loud thud, drawing a few glances as he settles into the seat beside you with a quiet grunt.
You freeze, lip gloss wand hovering just above your lips, staring at him in confusion.
"Excuse me? That's my seat." A sharp, sassy voice cuts through the moment.
Jay sighs, already annoyed, and glances up. He recognizes the guy instantly—Sunoo, one of the members from his club.
"Do you have your name on it?" Jay asks, raising a brow.
Sunoo rolls his eyes. "Seriously? God, you guys just pop up out of nowhere." Huffing, he drops into the seat in front of you instead, muttering something under his breath.
Jay turns his attention forward. "I need to talk to you."
You blink, shoving your lip gloss back into its tube. "What?"
"Is this about what your boyfriend told me? Because I already said—"
"And I'm here to change your mind."
You press your lips together, irritation and confusion mixing inside you.
Jay sighs, rubbing his face before looking at you again. "Meet me after the lecture, at the café downtown."
Then, without another word, he stands up, walking away because he can't sit next to you any longer.
You watch him go, then, right on cue, Jake walks into the lecture hall. His eyes scan the room once before landing on Jay. His face lights up immediately, steps quick as he moves in, casually throwing an arm around Jay's shoulders.
Jay barely reacts. He says something back, forcing a small smile, but you can tell it's fake.
Jake looks at you for a second his lips twitch into a small smile before he turns back to Jay.
Before you can even process it, Sunoo is sliding into the seat beside you, reclaiming what was his.
"Are you friends with them?" he asks, side-eyeing you. "What's with all the random talks?"
You force yourself to shrug, keeping your voice light. "No idea."
You don't know what possessed you to agree to this, but here you are—sitting across from Jay at a café, watching him lean back in his chair, sipping on his fruit tea.
Your foot taps anxiously against the floor. "Where's Jake?" you ask, breaking the silence.
Jay exhales through his nose, placing his drink down on the table before spreading his legs slightly, leaning forward. "He's too impatient and impulsive," he says firmly. "It's better if I'm the one talking to you."
You press your lips together, feeling the weight of his stare.
"Look, I didn't mean to overhear your conversation that night." His voice controlled as he's talking to you.
"Jake has been looking for the perfect third to bring into our bed, and he thinks you're..." He hesitates, his next word feeling like it physically pains him to say, "interesting."
Your fingers curl against the fabric of your skirt. "There are plenty of other girls who would be willing to join you." Your voice is steady, but your stomach is twisting. "I'm just... not the one—"
"But you want it, don't you?"
The air shifts. Your breath catches, your eyes widening slightly as you stare at him.
"You just can't say yes because of your situation," he continues, watching you closely making your throat feel dry.
He sighs heavily, rubbing a hand over his face before pushing his hair back. "Look," he starts, tone lowering slightly.
"I know this may sound pushy, but just give it a chance. Jake is great at what he does." His jaw tightens, like the words physically strain him. "We'll consider your situation. We'll take it slow. We won't push you into anything you don't want. If it gets uncomfortable, you can back out."
He exhales sharply, his gaze flickering away for a moment before he forces himself to look at you again. "Just... give him a chance."
You stare at him, mouth slightly open. There's something strange about this. The way he speaks. The way his voice changes—like he's forcing himself through the words.
Your lips part before you even think. "What about you?"
His head lifts slightly, eyes narrowing. "What?"
You swallow. "Are you even sure you want me to join?"
His shoulders tense.
"This isn't just about Jake," you continue, shifting in your seat. "You're a couple. This kind of thing requires a lot of trust and... well, you know." You let out a nervous laugh, trying to ease the tension.
Jay doesn't smile, his eyes flicker before he answers, voice softer than before. "I'm okay with it."
You tilt your head slightly. "Being okay with it doesn't mean you want it."
His jaw ticks. Jay exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair again, more frustrated now. "Just don't mind me, alright?"
"I just want him to be happy. What stays in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom. He's mine—and letting you into our bed doesn't mean anything more. You're just there for fun." His voice is short, irritation creeping into it.
Then, his next words come out gritted, dripping with something so possessive, it nearly startles you.
"I'll always be the one who fucks him better."
You blink. Then before you can stop yourself, you laugh.
A short, amused scoff, shaking your head. "Okay, chill." You hold your hands up in mock surrender. "I'm not going to steal your boyfriend from you."
"So you're down?"
Jay voice is impatient, looking at you. You sigh, leaning back slightly. For most girls, this would be a dream come true. Jake is hot. Jay is hot.
And they acknowledge your situation. They get it. They've promised to take things slow, to not push you, to let you back out if it gets too much.
Maybe... maybe you should just give it a chance.
Because honestly? All that self-reflection, all those moments of avoiding temptation, of telling yourself you're better than this?
Fucking pointless. Because it's not you chasing after dicks. It's the dicks chasing you.
You exhale, rubbing your temple before finally meeting his gaze. "Okay. When?"
Jay studies you for a moment before nodding, pulling out his phone.
As he scrolls through his messages, you brace yourself—already preparing for another abdominal pain moment. Because you see it coming already.
But hey—at least they're hot.
—
You wake up early, too early, scrubbing your body until your skin is soft and warm. Another round of shaving, another layer of the sweetest lotion, perfume misted over every inch of you.
By the time you sit in your lecture, your nerves are already getting the best of you. Your eyes keep flickering toward them. Jake, completely unaware of what's coming. Jay, pretending not to notice you staring.
You remember his words.
"Don't degrade him. You can't finger his ass. No leaving marks on his neck. Don't bite his dick. Don't choke him—that's my job."
You had blinked at him, slightly amused. "What about you?"
Jay had raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you had lost your mind.
"The same." His voice had been simple. Then, after a beat, "Yours?"
You had hesitated for a moment, thinking. "Uh... nothing, really. I am uh—I'm more into giving. If I get comfortable -" You had tapped your nails against the table, feeling the heat creep up your neck. "I'm okay with everything. You can use me all you want."
Jay hadn't expected his pants to tighten at that.
Fuck. He shouldn't be feeling this way.
Then, you had laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Oh, and I'm not ready for double vaginal penetration. Or something inserting in my ass."
Jay had stilled. His jaw had ticked, his thoughts immediately spiraling into something he shouldn't be imagining—both him and Jake taking you, your body trembling, stretched wide between them—
He had shaken his head sharply. "As if I'm going to fuck you," he had muttered under his breath. But he had made sure you heard it.
You had only raised an eyebrow at him.
Two hours after your lecture, you're cleaning yourself again.
Over and over, you go through the motions—shower, shave, perfume—your anxiety making you restless. Jay had texted you his address earlier, and now, standing in front of his apartment door, your heart is pounding.
Your fingers tremble as you twist the knob open. Stepping inside, you're immediately hit with the scent of him.
The living room is simple—clean, minimal. Your eyes soften slightly as they land on the table covered in picture frames, mostly of him and Jake.
Cute. How long have they been together?
You shake the thought away, climbing the stairs slowly, Jay's instructions still clear in your mind—
"Just go straight to my room. The one with the keychain on the knob."
But the second you reach the hallway, you hear a soft, breathy sounds slip through the walls. Your brows furrow, steps slowing.
"Ahhh, fuck, please, please. I want to cum, I want to cum—"
You gulp, throat tightening, fingers hovering over the doorknob. A familiar ache spreads between your legs. You let out a sharp breath, half-annoyed, half-aroused.
"God, he didn't even give me a heads-up," you mutter under your breath, shifting your weight, trying to decide if you should actually walk in on this.
"Fucking shut up," Jay's voice cuts through the air, with his rough and commanding tone.
Your thighs press together as you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes for a brief moment before gathering the nerve to twist the knob open.
The door swings slightly, and you're immediately hit with the sight in front of you—
Jake, on his knees, getting pounded from behind by his boyfriend. And the worst part? They're facing you.
Your head spins as you stared at Jake's face is flushed, glistening with tears, his mouth parted as he moans helplessly. His hair is fisted in Jay's grip, keeping him in place, forcing his back into a deep arch.
Your eyes travel lower— Fuck, why the hell it's so long?
His achingly pink, dripping cock dangles with every relentless thrust, bouncing between his trembling thighs. A sharp inhale slips from your lips.
"Oh, look who finally showed up," Jay murmurs,
His grip tightens in Jake's hair, tugging him back further, forcing him to lock eyes with you.
Jake's body shudders, his eyes widening in shock.
"J-Jay! Oh my God—" His words break into a loud, desperate moan as Jay speeds up, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. "You said she refused!"
Jay only laughs, voice dark and smug as he leans down, shifting his angle, making Jake cry out.
"Surprise."
Your throat bobs as you swallow, hard.
You're just standing there, frozen, watching the scene unfold before you. Watching how beautifully, how filthy Jake takes Jay’s cock. The way his body rocks forward with each thrust, the way his lips fall open in helpless moans.
And then your eyes trail lower. You can see everything—Jay’s dick sinking in and out of him, coated in slick, stretching him so perfectly. Each movement is deep and unrelenting. Your breath shudders as you take it all in, heat curling through your body, making your skin burn despite the cold sweat forming on your back.
Jake’s moans grow louder, whinier, then, with his free hand, he reaches down, wrapping his fingers around his neglected cock, fisting it fast.
"Nggh, you got louder—" Jay grunts, his pace never slowing, His gaze flicks toward you, locking onto yours with a sharp, knowing glare. "You’re really into this, huh?"
"Yes, yes, yes—!" Jake moans through a smile, his hand moving faster, squeezing around his cock, never looking away from you.
Your body feels weak. Your nails press into your palms, clenched so tightly that they sting, but you barely notice. Your legs shake slightly, but you still don’t move. You can’t.
"I’m cumming—oh fuck, I’m cumming—!"
Jake’s entire body trembles, his back arching, muscles tightening as he finally lets go. His cock twitches in his hand, thick white ropes spilling over his fingers, his stomach, dripping onto the sheets beneath him. His moans are long, drawn out, mixing with the broken whimpers leaving his lips.
You don’t even realize you’re staring until your breath stutters, your thighs pressing together involuntarily.
Jay’s pace stutters as well, hips jerking forward one last time before he exhales sharply.
"Agh, fuck—"
His grip tightens on Jake’s hips, burying himself deep as he spills inside him, his body going rigid before his movements slow. He takes a second to catch his breath before finally pulling out.
A slap lands on Jake’s ass, making him jolt slightly, though he’s still too dazed to react properly.
"Don’t keep the guest waiting," Jay mutters.
Your gaze drops to him.
Jay stands there, still breathless, still hard, his cock coated in a mess of slick and cum. It’s thick, flushed, and—fuck. Your mouth waters.
Jake takes a moment to catch his breath before turning to you, grinning as he practically bounces toward you, not even bothering to clean up—not even caring that Jay’s cum is still dripping down his thighs.
He just walks up to you, arms wrapping around you in a soft, warm hug.
"Hi!" he says, his bare skin is hot against yours, his breath warm near your neck. And then you feel it—his softened cock resting against your covered thigh.
Jay’s voice cuts, "I’m gonna clean myself up."
Jake pouts at him, tilting his head. "Huh? You’re not gonna join us?"
Jay barely looks back. "Later."
He reaches for the door but pauses, eyes flicking back toward you. His gaze sweeps over you slowly before settling. "Why are you still in your uniform?"
You blink, still struggling to breathe properly. "I—I have a lecture in four hours."
Jay just nods before slipping out of the room.
Left alone with Jake, you find yourself staring at him just as much as he’s staring at you. His eyes are wide, his smile effortlessly cute.
He takes your hand, fingers lacing through yours, and gently guides you toward the bed.
"Do you think you can take another one?" you ask, watching the way his flushed face still carries the lingering effects of pleasure. Jake chuckles, guiding you to lean back as he climbs onto the mattress on all fours, positioning himself above you. So hot.
"Of course," he murmurs before finally settling beside you, propping his head up on one hand while keeping his eyes locked on yours. His free hand rests on your thigh, his touch warm and steady. "How did Jay manage to convince you?"
You shrug slightly. "He said to just give it a try. That I can always leave if it gets uncomfortable."
Jake nods, then tilts his head slightly. "I want to eat your pussy."
Your pussy clenches around nothing, the casual, sweet way he says it making something inside you tighten. How can he be so innocent and so filthy at the same time?
"Have you ever experienced that?" he asks, fingers tracing small circles against your thigh. "Can I?"
You shudder slightly, barely processing the words. "I—I have," you admit, voice quieter now. "But it felt... weird." Jake hums in thought, his fingers moving higher.
"Hmm. Then is it okay if I give it a try?" His voice is soft, but there’s something intentional about the way he asks, his fingers pausing just shy of your core, waiting.
You look into his eyes—his beautiful eyes, you exhale shakily, then nod.
Jake's lips curl into a soft smile before he leans forward, his hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer.
"Can I kiss you?"
Your lips twitch slightly. "You don’t need to ask every time."
He chuckles, then closes the space between you. His lips press against yours, warm and soft, moving slow. You respond instantly, your hands finding his shoulders, feeling the heat of his bare skin beneath your fingertips.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue gliding against your lips, insistent but teasing. When you part them for him, he pushes in, his tongue curling against yours, exploring, coaxing, making your head spin. His grip on your waist tightens, his arm wrapping fully around you, pulling you flush against his body. His thigh slips between yours, his bare skin brushing against your covered core, sending sparks of warmth up your spine.
You feel his cock—slowly waking up again, pressing lightly against your thigh, twitching with interest as the kiss grows hungrier.
You break the kiss, a thin string of spit connecting your lips before snapping as you tug at the knot of your uniform tie, letting it slip off and fall to the floor.
Jake watches you, breathless, his eyes hungry. Without hesitation, he reaches for the buttons of your blouse, fumbling slightly in his urgency. When he finally pushes the fabric apart, his gaze darkens at the sight of your plump, barely covered breasts.
"Fuck." He groans, cursing under his breath before crashing his lips against yours again.
His hands find your chest, cupping you through the thin material of your bra, his thumbs brushing experimentally over the fabric. The sensation makes you whine, surprising yourself with how sensitive you are. You’re not used to this—to any of this.
His lips trail down, open-mouthed kisses pressing against your throat, his tongue flicking against your pulse before licking a slow path upward. Your breath hitches, the heat pooling inside you growing more intense with every touch.
"God, I love tits," he murmurs, burying his face between them, nuzzling against your soft skin.
"Are you still okay?" he asks, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.
You nod, eyes fluttering shut, already feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible.
His fingers slip behind you, unclasping your bra. The straps slide down your arms, the fabric falling to the floor, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. Jake doesn’t hesitate—his lips immediately latch onto one of your nipples, sucking gently before dragging his tongue over it.
A sharp gasp escapes you, your back arching slightly into his touch. Your hands find their way into his hair, fingers curling into the strands as he switches to the other breast, his hand kneading the one he just left.
"I want to hear you," he murmurs against your skin, pressing slow kisses around your areola before flicking his tongue over the hardened bud.
"I—I’m not the type," you admit, biting your lip, trying to suppress the noises threatening to spill from your mouth.
Jake pulls back just enough to pout up at you before diving right back in, his tongue swirling, his lips sucking, his fingers teasing. He’s determined to get a reaction out of you.
And fuck, it’s working.
The sensation is slow, nothing rushed, nothing rough, just pure focus on you, on making you feel good. He spends minutes worshiping your chest before finally kissing his way back up to your lips, capturing them in another deep, lingering kiss.
His hands move lower. He unzips your skirt, fingers tracing along the waistband of your panties before slipping underneath, brushing against the heat between your legs.
"Fuck, you're so wet." His fingers find you soaked, glistening with arousal, and it makes his cock throb.
You shudder in anticipation, a nervous sigh leaving your lips as he slowly eases your panties down your legs.
This is it. You already know how this ends—your body will betray you, the same burning discomfort will return, and you’ll be left frustrated and disappointed again.
Jake presses a soft kiss against your lips, unconsciously distracting you from your thoughts, his hands roaming your body. His palms are so gentle, and the way he squeezes your breasts, thumbs grazing over your nipples, he kisses you deeper, tongue sliding against yours, his breath hot and ragged as he takes his time exploring your mouth. He took the opportunity to dip his hand between your legs.
You gasp into his mouth, body tensing as his fingers graze your slit, gathering your wetness before rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shocks you, so unfamiliar, so intense that your arms immediately wrap around him, clinging to him.
Jake pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against your jaw. "Still okay?" he whispers, kissing just below your ear.
You let out a shuddering breath. "Y-Yeah. It’s just... strange."
His fingers keep moving, slowly, carefully. "Strange how?"
You swallow thickly, your mind barely able to form words through the pleasure building inside you. "It... it doesn’t burn like it usually does."
Jake stills for half a second before tilting his head, a small, knowing smirk forming on his lips.
"Good."
His fingers press in just a little more. "I’m gonna insert a finger," he whispers, eyes locked on yours.
His middle finger pushes in slowly, sinking into you, the wetness making it effortless. He bites his lip, watching for your reaction, his chest rising and falling a little heavier now.
The second his fingertip brushes just the right spot, your body jerks.
"Oh my God—!"
A sharp moan escapes you, your back arching at the pleasure. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, your hips twitching up instinctively, chasing the sensation. Your eyes flutter, struggling to stay open, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar feeling.
Jake chuckles, completely enthralled by the way you cling to him, how sensitive you are, how eager your body is to take more.
"Hey, relax," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, nuzzling against your skin as if to soothe you. His finger begins moving—slow, deep strokes, pulling out just enough before pressing back in.
The pleasure is new, intense, making your breath hitch with every slow drag of his finger inside you. Then—it hits you. This feels good. For the first time, this actually feels good.
Your chest tightens and your vision blurs. Before you can stop it, you start crying.
Jake freezes. His brows furrow, his movements halting immediately. "What’s wrong?"
You shake your head desperately, your hand darting down to grip his wrist. "Don’t stop, don’t stop, please—"
Tears spill onto your cheeks, but it’s not from frustration, not from discomfort. It’s from relief.
"Feels so good, fuck—" your voice trembles, a broken whimper leaving your lips. "It feels so good."
Jake stares at you as something tightens in his chest, seeing you like this, falling apart on just one of his fingers, crying from pleasure , it stirs something almost primal in him.
"Poor baby," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your temple. "You must have been so frustrated every time, hmm?"
You nod frantically, still clinging to him as you start rolling your hips, grinding down onto his hand, chasing the friction, desperate for more.
"Want more—please, more," you plead, voice breathless.
Jake’s cock twitches, precum dripping steadily from the tip at the sound of your voice, the way you’re begging for him.
His free hand grips your thigh, holding you still as he eases a second finger inside. The stretch makes you gasp, walls tightening around him instantly, but before you can adjust, he flicks his fingers against your sweet spot, fast.
You scream. A sharp, choked-out cry, your whole body shaking as your grip on him tightens, fingers digging into his arm.
Jake smiles at the reaction, his heart pounding, the heat in his stomach coiling tighter. He adjusts his position behind you, spreading your legs apart with his knee, giving himself more space to move.
"Come on, let it out," he coaxes, watching you struggle to hold back. "Please, I want to hear you."
His pace increases, fingers moving faster, curling deeper inside you, dragging along the most sensitive parts of your walls.
Your breath comes out in quick, stuttering gasps, your nails digging into his wrist as pleasure crashes into you. Your body vibrates, overwhelmed, barely able to process just how good it feels.
His other hand moves up, fingers brushing against your breast before squeezing, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.
You let out a loud, desperate whine, head falling back onto his shoulder.
"You’re so beautiful," Jake groans, pressing a kiss to your jaw, feeling the way your body writhes against his. Then, a breathless chuckle—"Fuck, where’s Jay? He’s practically missing out on this."
He watches you fall apart, his fingers fucking into you at a steady rhythm, your legs trembling, your moans growing louder.
Jake swallows thickly, his cock painfully hard, already imagining all the ways he’s going to ruin you.
"I told you, he’s good at what he does." Jay voice appear, you barely register his presence at first, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Jake’s fingers working you open.
Your half-lidded eyes flutter open, your hazy vision focusing just in time to see Jay stepping closer to the bed.
He’s fresh from the shower, only a towel hanging loosely around his waist, damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Droplets of water slide down his sculpted chest, disappearing into the fabric wrapped dangerously low on his hips.
He doesn’t look at you. Not even a glance. Instead, he moves straight to Jake, gripping his jaw and tilting his head up before crashing their lips together.
Jake melts into it instantly, moaning into Jay’s mouth, fingers still working relentlessly inside you, curling and pressing in all the right places.
Your walls clench around him at the sight. Your abdomen tightens, your body writhing against Jake’s hold, the pleasure swelling dangerously close to its peak.
Jake groans against Jay’s lips, feeling the way your body reacts. He tightens his grip around you, breaking the kiss to catch his breath, his forehead resting against Jay’s.
"Look, babe," Jake murmurs, voice thick with amusement.
He tilts your face toward Jay, thumb swiping at the tears streaking down your flushed cheeks.
"She’s crying." Jake laughs softly.
Jay finally looks at you. His sharp gaze drags over every inch of you, lingering on your trembling thighs, your swollen breasts, and your cunt—still stretched around his boyfriend’s fingers.
You moan at the weight of his stare, barely registering the way his jaw tightens, his lips pressing into a thin line. You are barely aware that your hands are reaching for him, desperate for something, anything, to ground you. Jay, however, just scoffs, eyes narrowing as if he finds your reaction pathetic.
"I’m gonna—"
"Are you gonna cum?" Jake asks, his breath hot against your cheek. You nod frantically, tears slipping down your face as the build-up inside you coils tighter, the overwhelming sensation too much to hold in.
Jake hums, licking the salty streaks from your cheeks before pressing a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. Not really a kiss, tongue's out and licking each other.
Jay watches. His hand slides down, gripping his cock through the towel, squeezing at the aching hardness there. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s feeling—anger, possessiveness, bitterness all twisting together into something almost violent.
Because this wasn’t supposed to happen. He was the one who convinced you. He was the one who pushed for this. And yet—he hates it.
Hates the way Jake is practically glowing in pleasure, completely lost in you, in someone else.
Hates the way you look right now—so fucking hot, back arching, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm hits, your iris literally disappear in your eyes, your whole body shaking, your walls fluttering around Jake’s fingers.
Hates that his cock twitches at the sight. His grip on himself tightens, his pace quickening, his breath hitching as he watches you come undone.
Fuck you for being so fucking irresistible. Fuck Jake for being such a needy little slut, never content with just his cock.
Jay yanks the towel from his waist, tossing it aside before climbing onto the bed, his eyes flicker to Jake, who is still licking the remnants of your slick from his fingers, savoring it, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
His gaze drops to you, to the way your chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, to the way your legs tremble from the intensity of your last orgasm.
Without warning, he grabs your thighs, forcing them apart despite your weak resistance, his eyes locked onto your glistening, swollen pussy. There’s no hesitation in the way he spreads you open, no gentleness in his touch
His fingers tighten on your skin, his expression dark, before he suddenly slaps your cunt.
"Ah, no!" A sharp cry rips from your throat, your body jerking violently as your legs instinctively snap shut. But Jay doesn’t allow it—he leans in, using his weight to keep you open, delivering another harsh slap to your clit before rubbing it cruelly, only to slap it again, sending jolts of overstimulation through your already-sensitive body.
"No—stop!" you scream, thrashing against his hold, but it’s too much, too soon, and your voice comes out weak, broken.
Jake hesitates, watching the scene unfold, the conflict flickering in his eyes as you whimper beneath them. "Jay—"
"Hold her down, Jake. She likes it."
Your mind spins, unable to process what you're feeling—if it's pleasure, pain, or something in between. Your body resists, still trying to recover from the last orgasm that left you weak and trembling, but your walls clench involuntarily at the rough treatment.
Jake’s hesitation falters. He exhales sharply, biting his lip before following Jay’s order, arms sliding around you, pressing you down against the mattress.
"Shhh," he hushes, his lips ghosting over your damp skin, trailing lower to your breast, tongue flicking over your nipple in slow, teasing motions. But the moment of tenderness only amplifies the pleasure—only makes your body more overwhelmed, more sensitive.
"Come on, give us another one," Jay mutters before shoving three fingers inside you at once.
Your back arches off the bed, a loud sob escaping your lips, your walls stretching too fast, too full, nothing like the slow build-up Jake had given you before. Unlike his boyfriend, Jay doesn’t ease into it—he doesn’t tease, doesn’t wait for your body to adjust. He just fucks you with his fingers, rough and unrelenting, his palm slamming against your clit with every harsh thrust.
It doesn’t burn—not like it used to. But fuck, it hurts.
It hurts in a way that makes your body crave it, that makes you cling to Jake even as your mind screams that it’s too much. The pleasure is raw, overwhelming, your thighs quivering uncontrollably, your breath coming out in frantic gasps.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—!" you choke out, voice cracking, unable to stop yourself from whining, from shaking.
Jay clicks his tongue, displeased, his free hand moving up to grab your throat, fingers pressing into the sides as he tightens his grip. "You said we could do anything we wanted, didn’t you?" His tone is mocking, his pace never slowing, only pushing deeper, rougher. "Don’t you fucking back out now."
Your vision blurs, a strangled gasp escaping as you clutch at his wrist, your body caught between wanting to stop and wanting more. Your mind is too far gone to fight it—your thighs trembling as another orgasm builds fast, your walls tightening around his fingers.
Jay feels it immediately, his jaw clenching, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He should stop—should let you breathe, let you come down—but instead, he pulls his fingers out abruptly, making you whine at the emptiness.
Before you can even process the loss, his hand slaps your pussy again.
"Jay—" Jake starts, but he’s cut off by a sharp glare.
"She’s enjoying it, isn’t she?" Jay huffs, his dark gaze snapping back to you, watching the way your body shudders, your fingers gripping his wrist like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.
His lips curl, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Ah, I forgot—you can’t speak right now, can you?" He laughs under his breath, finally releasing your throat, watching you gasp for air.
"Jake, hold her legs open. Don’t let her close them." His voice is firm, commanding, and Jake doesn’t question him this time.
Jake moves behind you, his warm hands gripping the backs of your thighs, forcing you open as Jay continues his assault on your wrecked cunt. The slaps grow harder, sharper, the alternating mix of rough circles over your clit and sudden impact making your body feel like it’s burning, in a good way.
You sob, your throat raw, your entire body trembling, but you can’t stop—can’t fight the way your hips twitch upward with every hit.
It’s too much.
It’s exactly like porn.
The last slap lands, harder than before, followed by relentless, rough circles against your clit. Your abdomen tightens so suddenly it feels violent, your breath choking on a scream. "Fuck, no, no—!"
Your body jerks, a shockwave of pleasure ripping through you, forcing Jay’s hand out of you as your orgasm explodes.
A sudden rush of liquid spurts from between your legs, the wetness splashing onto Jay’s forearm, drenching Jake’s hands where they still hold you open. The realization hits all of you at the same time, the room falling into stunned silence for a brief second.
Jake’s eyes widen, his fingers tightening around your thighs as you keep squirting, your body writhing against his grip. "Holy shit," he whispers, almost in awe, his own cock twitching at the sight.
Jay’s expression darkens, his lips parted slightly as he watches the mess you just made. His jaw tightens, his cock aching, his pride burning with how wrecked you look.
Your body barely registers what’s happening. Your throat is raw, your limbs are limp, and your vision is hazy, blurred with exhaustion and overstimulation. But they move you anyway, shifting your body like a doll between them, switching positions.
Jake lowers himself between your legs, his warm breath ghosting over your slick, oversensitive skin. At the same time, Jay positions himself behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, his firm grip keeping you upright as your legs tremble. His arms snake around you, locking your thighs open.
"Don’t fall asleep on us. Jake’s still enjoying himself." Jay’s voice is low, whispering so Jake doesn't hear, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers toy lazily with your swollen nipples.
Your heavy eyes fight to stay open, lids drooping, but the moment Jake’s tongue licks through your folds, sharp pleasure snaps through you, making you whimper.
Jay watches the way your body jerks, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in irritation of what you're doing. He bites your nape—hard, teeth sinking into your skin just as Jake flicks his tongue over your clit.
A scream rips from your throat, pain and pleasure crashing into each other all at once. Jay’s fingers tighten around your breasts, kneading roughly, relishing how soft you feel beneath his grip. He groans, inhaling your scent, his lips brushing against the mark he just left.
"Fuck, you feel so soft." His voice is quieter now, almost to himself, but then his fingers pinch your nipples, making you jolt. "I hate you." The words are bitter, filled with frustration, but his hands never stop.
Jake pulls back slightly, licking his lips before glancing up at you. "Is she still okay?" His voice is gentle, laced with concern, his fingers stroking your inner thighs.
Jay sighs, rolling his eyes, his grip tightening possessively around your chest. "Of course she’s fine, baby. I’m waking her up." He flashes Jake a sweet smile.
Jake lowers himself again, spreading you open further, his tongue gliding along your folds before dipping inside, tasting you. Your head falls back against Jay’s shoulder, unable to hold yourself up any longer.
You barely have a voice left, just soft, broken moans spilling from your lips as Jake’s tongue works against you, his nose nudging your clit. The wet sounds mix with your ragged breathing, your hands gripping weakly onto Jay’s legs.
Jay watches Jake closely, his eyes darkening as he notices how his boyfriend grinds his hips into the sheets while eating you out.
The way Jake’s tongue hardens inside you, how his moans vibrate against your cunt, sends your back arching for more even though you can't take it anymore.
"Are you still okay with penetration?" His voice drags you back, your dazed eyes barely focusing on him as you try to process the question.
"Yes—" The word slips from your lips, hoarse and weak, as your body arches under Jake’s tongue, your walls clenching around nothing.
Jay hums, satisfied, his fingers idly stroking your inner thigh as his attention shifts back to Jake. "Babe, do you want to go inside her?"
Jake lifts his head, breathless, his lips shining with your slick. His eyes flicker between you and Jay before he grins, biting his lip. "Can I?"
Jay smiles at him, softer this time, his hand brushing over Jake’s cheek before nodding. "Of course, baby." He leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Jake’s lips, tasting you on him.
You squirm slightly as Jay shifts again, dragging your legs further apart as Jake moves into position. Your hazy mind barely registers how you’re now upside down, your head hanging slightly over the edge of the mattress. When you blink up, Jay is standing in front of you, looking down at you with a glare.
Jake groans as he fists his cock, spreading the leaking precum along his length before positioning himself between your legs. He grips your thighs, spreading you further, his cock rubbing along your clit, gathering your wetness before pressing against your entrance.
A sharp exhale leaves you as he pushes in, the slow stretch making your body tense before melting into pleasure.
"Fuck—" Jake moans, his head tilting back as your warmth surrounds him, his fingers tightening around your waist. "So fucking good—" His hips twitch slightly, unable to stop himself from thrusting in deeper, his pace quickening almost immediately.
"Good?" His voice is breathless, almost a whimper, as he looks at you.
You nod weakly, arms reaching for him, needing more. Jake leans forward, capturing your lips in another deep kiss, his moans muffling against your mouth.
"Move, baby. I have to feel good too." Jay’s voice is calm and patient, but the command is clear.
Jake straightens, adjusting his position as his thrusts deepen, picking up speed. You cry out, the angle hitting something devastating, making your toes curl. But before you can process the pleasure, something heavy presses against your lips.
"Let’s see if Heeseung’s rating was right."
Your moan is cut off by Jay’s cock pressing past your lips, stretching your mouth as he slides in. He groans, fingers curling into your hair, holding himself still as he feels how tight you are around him. "Shit—so fucking deep—"
You force yourself to relax, breathing through your nose, your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. Jay sighs in satisfaction, his grip in your hair tightening slightly before he begins to move, rolling his hips in time with Jake’s thrusts.
Your head spins.
Every movement from Jake sends Jay’s cock deeper into your throat, forcing you to take him further with each thrust. Your body is overwhelmed, overstimulated from both ends, your moans vibrating around Jay, making his jaw clench.
Jake grips your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he drives into you, his thrusts becoming erratic, sloppy, desperate. "Baby—fuck, so good, so good—" His voice is almost whiny, his pace stuttering as he gets closer to his release. Jay glances at him, his lips twitching into a soft smile.
"Are you happy?" Jay asks, his voice smooth despite the way he’s thrusting into your mouth, barely holding himself together.
Jake nods frantically, gasping between moans, his body trembling as his hips jerk forward uncontrollably. "Yes, yes, yes—fuck, Jay—" He leans forward, pressing his forehead against Jay’s, kissing him openly.
Jay’s hands dig into your breasts, his grip tightening until the pressure burns, sure to leave behind faint bruises in the shape of his fingers.
His breath is ragged, the pleasure coiling in his stomach, but just as his body urges him to chase his release, he pulls out, leaving you suddenly empty. Your dazed, confused expression meets his as he fists his cock, stroking himself slowly.
"What? You think you deserve my cum?" His voice is cold, "not a chance."
The words barely register before Jake’s thrusts snap your focus back to him, his pace growing more frantic. Your body rocks beneath him, your oversensitive walls clenching tight around his cock, milking him for everything he’s worth.
Jay watches with dark, unreadable eyes, his hand moving steadily over himself, his knuckles white from the grip.
You’re too far gone to even moan properly now—your throat is too raw, your body too exhausted. But you still feel it—every deep, hard thrust slamming against your g-spot, sending you spiraling further into an overstimulated haze.
"I’m gonna cum—can I cum inside you? Please, please—" Jake’s voice is wrecked, pleading, his fingers working quick circles over your clit, making your head spin.
You nod weakly, unable to do anything else, your body locking up as the final wave crashes over you. Your cunt tightens around him, your orgasm ripping through you so violently that your vision whites out.
Your limbs shake uncontrollably, your mind blanking from the sheer intensity of it, your nerves are fried. You don’t even realize you’re crying again, too far gone to care.
Jake gasps, his body stiffening before his hips stutter, his cock buried deep as he spills inside you. "Yes, yes—thank you, thank you, thank you—fuck—" He babbles, his forehead pressing against yours as he trembles, his release filling you to the brim, dripping down where you’re still connected.
Jay exhales sharply, his own arousal teetering on the edge as he watches the sight before him, with a growl, he grabs Jake’s hair, yanking him down onto his cock without warning. Jake barely has time to catch his breath before Jay’s hips snap forward, his cock pushing past his lips, forcing him to take him deep.
Jake chokes, his throat tightening around him, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm. His fingers dig into your thighs as he adjusts, tongue flattening against Jay’s shaft, relaxing his throat the best he can.
Jay groans, his free hand gripping the back of Jake’s head, holding him still as he thrusts into the warmth of his mouth.
"Come on, baby. I’m close too, hmm?" His voice is rough, but his eyes have softened slightly, watching the way Jake struggles to take him properly, how his throat works around him, trying so hard to please him.
Jake nods weakly, his tongue swirling around the length of him, his lips stretching around his thick cock as he bobs his head in time with Jay’s movements. His body is exhausted, but the desire to satisfy Jay outweighs the burning in his throat.
You force yourself to sit up, your entire body weak, your legs barely able to hold your weight. Your half-lidded eyes land on the sight before you—Jake’s lips stretched wide around Jay, his jaw slack, his throat taking every deep thrust. Your mind is foggy, your muscles sore, but you watch, hypnotized.
Jay’s eyes flick toward you, his gaze meeting yours, and for a moment, his thrusts falter.
"I'm close, baby." His grip on Jake’s hair tightens slightly, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. And then, with a final groan, his release spills into Jake’s mouth, his hips pressing forward as he holds him there, forcing him to swallow every drop.
Jake takes it all, eyes fluttering shut, his throat working around him until Jay finally pulls out, a thin string of saliva and cum breaking between them.
You didn’t even realize you had passed out.
Everything was a blur—the memories muddled together, the sensations lingering somewhere between dream and reality. Your body floated, weightless, exhaustion pulling you under even as you felt hands on you.
Fingers washing you, dragging a warm cloth over your skin, rinsing you. The soft splash of water surrounded you, the faint scent of soap.
Jake’s voice filtered, "Are you okay?"
You wanted to answer, but your body wouldn’t respond. You were too tired, too drained, your mind slipping back into the darkness before you could even try.
When you wake up, it’s already another day.
You blink, squinting against the dim light filtering through the unfamiliar room. Your head feels heavy, like it’s been weighed down by exhaustion, and your limbs ache with every movement.
Your gaze drifts, taking in your surroundings—this isn’t your dorm, but your belongings are neatly placed on the side table.
Your uniform hangs on a nearby hook, freshly ironed.
Slowly, you push yourself up, wincing as a dull ache spreads through your muscles. Your throat throbs, and the soreness in your body makes it feel like you’ve been beaten.
You shuffle toward the mirror on the wall, rubbing at your sore neck absentmindedly—
And then you freeze.
Your reflection stares back, the evidence of last night’s events written across your skin.
A deep bite mark sits at the side of your neck, darkening into a deep purple. Your throat is bruised, a faint imprint of Jay’s grip still visible. Your legs are covered in smaller marks—finger-shaped bruises, faded red streaks.
"Fuck—"
Panic flickers in your chest.
How the hell are you supposed to go to school like this?
The sex was good. So fucking good. But somehow, Jay is making things difficult afterward. His sharp comments, his rough attitude, the way he keeps looking at you like you’re something he regrets. Annoying. Irritating. You need to be careful with the way you talk 'cause— oops, it's sour.
content tags: again everyone is either gay or fruity, bi! jake, bi! jay, pansexual! reader, profanities, reader being horny, sexual mutual pining (?), lots of pov switch, jay has a high pride (bear with him), sunoo is just sunoo, poorly written smut (going to proofread when i have time)
explicit content (smut): masturbation, anal sex (mxm), threesome (switch jake, switch jay, sub reader), cunilingus, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (don't!), multiple sex position, overstimulation, cream pie, belly bulging, facial. dacryphilia. MDNI! WC: 17.9K
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7:10 AM.
A text notification lit up your phone screen.
Jay: We had a 7:30 class. Jake didn't want to wake you.
You blink at the time. 10:12 AM.
"Oh, fuck." You bolt upright, instantly regretting it when a sharp ache shoots through your thighs and up your spine. Your entire body hurts. Your throat stings. Your legs feel like they barely belong to you. You can't even walk straight at all, and every moment is torture.
Ignoring every screaming muscle, throwing on your uniform in record time. You grab the oversized turtleneck jacket hanging in Jay's apartment—no doubt his—to cover the bruises blooming across your neck.
You don't even think about eating or taking a bath. No time. You shove your things into your bag, slip your shoes on painfully slow, and practically limp out the door. By the time you're speed-walking (more like hobbling) down the university halls, you're out of breath, late, and completely miserable.
You barge into the lecture hall, panting. People inside the hall turn around their head, looking at you, suddenly making you feel conscious. While your professor gives you a pointed look, gesturing vaguely toward the empty seats.
"Sorry," you mumble, bowing slightly before sinking into your chair next to Sunoo. You drop your bag with a thud, wincing as your shoulders protest because everything hurts.
Sunoo, bless his nosy soul, immediately narrows his eyes at you, looking you up and down. "The hell are you wearing?" His voice is dripping with disgust.
You blink, tugging at the oversized turtleneck swallowing your entire frame. "Clothes?"
Sunoo looks offended that you would even try that excuse. "First of all, why are you not entirely on your uniform? Second, what is that outfit? And third—" he pauses, squinting at you, "where the hell were you during Chemistry?!"
You sigh, pressing your fingers against your throbbing temples. "Can you not interrogate me at ten in the morning?" You slump onto the table, resting your forehead against your arms.
Sunoo does not back down. "You? Skipping a major class? That's a first."
"I overslept," you mutter, voice muffled against your sleeves.
Sunoo gasps dramatically. "Overslept?! Girl, our vacant period was six hours—how the fuck did you oversleep that much?!"
You squeeze your eyes shut. His voice is a hammer against your already pounding head. "I'm sick," you groan.
Sunoo snorts, utterly unimpressed. "Yeah, no shit. You look like you crawled out of a man's closet and died."
"Shut up and send me the lecture notes," you grumble.
Sunoo glares, but does as you ask, muttering, "You better not fail this subject because of whatever the fuck you've been up to."
You straighten your back, pulling out your iPad, clicking it on—7% battery left. You groan, rubbing your palms over your face. Of course you forgot to charge it.
"Do you have a power bank?" you ask, voice bordering on pleading.
Sunoo sighs, shaking his head as he rummages through his bag. "Seriously, what did you do last night?"
Yeah. No way in hell you're answering that.
Abnormal Psychology was awkward as hell. You shared this class with Jay and Jake, which was already bad enough—but what made it worse was that they sat right next to you.
Jake slid into the seat to your right, all easy smiles and warmth, while Jay, dropped into the chair on your left, arms crossed, jaw tight. You stiffened, hyper-aware of just how close they were.
Across the table, Sunoo let out an audible huff, rolling his eyes as he aggressively placed his notebook down. He didn't say anything, but the look he shot you was pure what the fuck is going on?
Your fingers clenched around your pen, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. Jake, leaned in toward you. "Are you okay?" he asked, you swallowed, nodding quickly, keeping your gaze firmly on your desk.
"Did you eat?" You nodded again.
"Do you have time for lunch later?" You pause, your throat felt dry. You hesitated, sneaking a glance at Jay. Only to be met with an icy glare piercing straight through you.
Jake, still in his own world, leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, just for you. "Did you enjoy last night?"
Your grip tightened around your pen. Your breath felt shaky. You notice Sunoo's head tilted ever so slightly.
Jake smirked, barely audible as he added, "Do you think there should be a next time?"
A thrill shot through you—excitement, nerves, anticipation. Of course, you wanted that. Of course, It's a yes! It's a fucking yes!
Jay's posture had gone rigid. His hands curled into fists, his shoulders squared. You turned your head slightly, and there it was— That look, sharp and cold—but unmistakably directed at you.
Jake, completely oblivious, kept his soft smile, his fingers lightly drumming against the desk as he waited for your answer, but you're attention was not on him anymore. Because Jay's glare was burning into the side of your face, setting every nerve in your body on edge.
Why was he looking at you like that?! Why did it feel like he was angry?
Your throat felt dry, your palms clammy. You forced yourself to tear your gaze away, staring down at your iPad as if it could somehow shield you from whatever the hell Jay's problem was.
Jake nudged you lightly, still waiting.
"Uh, only if both of you mind," you managed to say, your voice light, a forced chuckle following your words. And because you were stupid, because some part of you needed to check, you glanced at Jay, just for a second. What a big mistake.
His eyes bore into you, glaring through your skull. You snapped your head away, heat crawling up your neck.
What the hell is his problem?
The sex was good. No—more than that. It was amazing. It was the first time you ever felt that good, the first time sex had ever been something.
So why was he glaring?
It wasn't like you were about to steal Jake away from him. It wasn't like you had forced him into it. He agreed, didn't he? Unless... Did he not enjoy it? Was this whole situation making him uncomfortable? Did he regret it?
Maybe you were overthinking. Maybe he was just being his usual self. Maybe you should just walk away now, act like it never happened. Maybe that was what Jay wanted.
Agh, you're confused.
Sunoo lazily popped a sour candy into his mouth, squinting as the tartness hit his tongue. He let out a small grunt, shifting to a more comfortable position on the grass. The afternoon sun was hot, beating down on both of you, but you are too focused on your internal dilemma to noticed the heat.
"What does it mean if you have two friends? Friend number one smiles at you, treats you well, but friend number two always glares at you. But—" you paused, picking at the hem of your uniform, "friend number two is perfectly nice to friend number one?"
Sunoo gave you a long, unimpressed look, slowly chewing. "It means friend number two doesn't like you," he grumbled, voice flat, as if the answer was obvious.
You frowned, hugging your knees to your chest. "But what if..." You hesitated, debating whether you should even continue.
Sunoo sighed dramatically. "Oh, here we go. What if?"
You rolled your eyes but pressed on. "What if friend number one, friend number two, and I... shared a happy moment?"
Sunoo raised a brow. "Shared a happy moment? What the hell does that even mean?"
You felt heat creep up your neck. "I mean, like—" You cleared your throat. "Something really good happened, something we all enjoyed together. But now, friend number two acts weird with me."
Sunoo chewed thoughtfully, eyes narrowing. "Maybe friend number two just thinks of those happy moments as something they only wanted to share with friend number one."
You bit your lip, heart sinking.
"Maybe friend number two is jealous," Sunoo continued, tossing another candy into his mouth. "Because you got to be part of something they wanted to keep just between them and friend number one."
You inhaled sharply, your body shifting as you leaned back on your palms, eyes fixed on the field in front of you. The rhythmic sounds of students laughing and running filled the air
"Can friend number two just tell me they hate me already?" you muttered, exasperated. "I'm overthinking everything at this point."
Sunoo snorted, reaching into his pocket before offering you his pack of sour candy. "You expect men to communicate? Not a chance."
You rolled your eyes but took the package from him, ripping it open. "I never said friend number two was a man, geez," you huffed, popping a candy into your mouth. The sharp, sour taste made you wince slightly.
"I'm not that dumb, bitch." Sunoo grumble as he turned to you. You clicked your tongue but said nothing. Sunoo wasn't an idiot. If anything, he probably already had an idea of what—or who—this was really about. But thankfully, he didn't push any further.
With a sigh, you started thinking again. Was that really it? Did he really hate you? Was he really just jealous?
Your fingers curled against the grass, the uneven texture grounding you. If he didn't want you there, if he didn't want to share Jake, then why didn't he just stop it from the beginning?
He was the one who convinced you. He was the one who told you to give it a chance. And yet now, every time you saw him, his eyes burned into you.
You swallowed hard, staring blankly ahead. His words echoed in your mind.
"He's mine—and letting you into our bed doesn't mean anything more. You're just there for fun."
"I'll always be the one who fucks him better."
Maybe that was all this was. A reminder and a warning to know your place.
You sighed, rubbing your temple before shoving another sour candy into your mouth. The sharp, tangy taste made you wince.
Just like him. Acting so fucking sour.
Jay's life was a fucking mess.
Every time he saw you, he remembered. Every time he didn't see you, he still remembered.
It pissed him off to no end. It made him furious that his brain kept replaying that night—your whines, your shaking legs, the way you screamed when you came undone on Jake's fingers.
He scoffed, almost laughing at himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was Park Jongseong, for fuck's sake. There was no way in hell he was going to let some pathetic girl like you get under his skin.
You weren't special. You were just a moment—a mistake, something that should've been forgettable.
And yet. Why the fuck was he hard right now, thinking about the way you squirted all over his sheets? The way your body trembled when he slapped your pussy raw, the way your lips parted when you gasped for air under his grip?
His jaw tightened. He hated you. He fucking hated you. He hated your guts. He hated the way you always stared at his boyfriend with those wide, hungry eyes. He hated that you got to see Jake like that, got to have his attention, even for a moment.
Most of all, though— He hated that you never once looked at him the same way.
"Is she replying to you? Because she's not responding to me." Jake let out a dramatic sigh, flopping onto the bed. His phone dangled loosely in his grip as he stared up at the ceiling, defeated. "She won't even accept my follow request."
Jay didn't respond. He just kept typing on his laptop, the only sound in the room was the faint clicking of his keyboard.
Jake glanced at his phone again, lips pressing together. "Is she okay? She's been wearing turtlenecks under her uniform for almost a week now," he muttered. "And her voice—it's different. Kinda raspy. I noticed it during our Social Psych class."
Jay's typing slowed as Jake groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Do you think she's avoiding us? Did I do something wrong? Am I making her uncomfortable?"
Jay inhaled deeply, fingers pausing on the keyboard as his boyfriend's endless stream of questions continued.
"I think she's more comfortable with you," Jake added, eyes still fixed on his phone.
Jay almost laughed. Comfortable with him? Yeah, right. He rolled his eyes before finally speaking. "She would come back if she wanted to," he muttered, still not looking away from his screen. "Stop overthinking it."
Jake frowned, crossing his arms. "I'm not overthinking. I just want to know if she's okay."
Jay clenched his jaw. "She's fine."
"You don't know that," Jake countered. "You haven't even checked on her."
Jay's fingers twitched. "You have," he shot back. "So why does it matter what I do?"
Jake sighed, shaking his head. "Because I know you care, even if you don't want to admit it."
Jay stiffened, his fingers tightening around his mouse. Jake sat up straighter, watching him carefully. "I just want to fix things, okay? She's been distant. And I don't think it's just because she's busy."
"Just leave her alone for the meantime," Jay muttered, trying to keep his tone neutral, but the tightness in his voice betrayed him.
Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the irritation underneath Jay's words. "Babe, why are you so—"
"I'm not anything," Jay cut him off sharply, fingers resuming their typing, even though he wasn't actually focusing on the screen anymore.
Why does it matter so much? Why can't Jake just let it go? They had their fun, it happened, and now it was done. It was supposed to be done. But no—Jake kept thinking about you, kept asking about you, kept caring about you. It was pissing Jay off.
And what pissed him off even more was the fact that he wasn't any better. He didn't want to think about you.
Jay's fingers stilled on the keyboard.
You weren't even interacting with them anymore. You barely even looked at them. You were just out there, minding your own business, avoiding them. And yet, you still had this effect on both of them.
Jake was concerned about you. Jay was pissed. That was it. That was all. He had no other reason to care.
"Jay?" Jake's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Jay exhaled through his nose, forcing his hands to relax. "Do whatever you want," he muttered. "Just don't expect me to give a shit."
Jay didn't know what kind of cosmic joke this was—how out of every possible student in this class, he ended up paired with you. Just two minor courses and one major, and somehow, somehow, he still couldn't escape you.
Like life was just laughing at him. And as if his patience wasn't already wearing thin, your stupid alarm had to go off. Again.
"Can you fucking turn off your alarm?" he hissed, glaring at you from across the table.
You blinked at him, unbothered, barely sparing him a glance as you silenced your phone. "It's just an alarm. Chill."
"Excuse me? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sunoo snapped beside you, rolling his eyes as he turned to Jay. "That's her alarm for her medicine."
Jay's jaw clenched. Of course your annoying best friend would come to your rescue. Not only was he stuck in a group with you, but Sunoo too—and somehow, by some miracle, without Jake around to be the buffer between him and his growing irritation.
What the fuck was he even doing here? And what was with this medicine you kept taking at exactly 3:30 PM?
Not that he cared, but it pissed him off that every time he was forced to be around you, your stupid alarm would interrupt the discussion, and then you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom.
It pissed him off that he had to spend another minute waiting for you to come back. He hated that he was noticing things about you. Like how you avoided looking at him unless you absolutely had to, like he wasn't even worth acknowledging.
You grab your bag and stand up, ready to leave, of course, Sunoo follows instantly, picking up your tumbler like some kind of assistant.
Before either of you can take a step, Jay huffs, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed.
"Just take the damn medicine here," he says, sounding beyond annoyed. "I don't want to waste my time waiting for you two to come back. There's literally five minutes left in this meeting."
Both you and Sunoo pause, staring at him. Sunoo squints, looking personally offended by the audacity.
Meanwhile, you hesitate, shifting awkwardly before reluctantly sitting back down. You send Sunoo a silent look—a desperate please, let's just drop this before Jay kills me kind of look.
Jay watched as Sunoo sat down, rummaged through your bag with way too much enthusiasm, practically throwing things aside until he found what he was looking for.
"You're being so fucking insensitive," Sunoo snapped, pulling out a small container of pills and dramatically placing them in front of you. "She's literally sick."
Jay rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair, arms crossed. "It's not like I told her not to take them."
"You're acting like it's an inconvenience!" Sunoo shot back, popping the cap off your tumbler. "She needs these!"
Meanwhile, you were panicking. Sunoo didn't actually know why you were taking the medication—only that you'd been struggling with swallowing and breathing. He was there when you went to get it checked out, and he had shrieked so loudly at the doctor's office upon seeing the bruises on your throat that security almost got called. You had to practically beg them not to report it as abuse.
Jay's gaze flickered toward you, watching how stiff you had gotten, your fingers curling around the edge of the table. Suspicious.
His patience was already hanging by a thread, and every group meeting was making it worse. Every single time, Jake would sit beside you, smiling, asking about your day, treating you like nothing had changed. And you would talk to him in the same soft tone, laughing lightly, joking, as if things were perfectly fine.
But when it came to Jay, you barely even looked at him.
Jay's hands curled into fists under the table. Did you really like Jake that much?
"Just take the damn pill and let's finish this," he muttered, looking away.
Sunoo clicked his tongue, clearly still pissed, but you sighed. Grabbing the medicine, you tossed it back with a sip of water, trying not to feel like you were swallowing more than just the pill.
Sunoo huffed dramatically, slumping back in his chair, arms crossed as he blew his bangs out of his face. Then, in a whisper just loud enough for you to hear, he muttered, "God, he's so sour."
You nearly choked on your water, barely managing to swallow before coughing into your sleeve. Meanwhile, across the table, Jay's eye twitched, his fingers pausing mid-typing.
Yeah, he definitely heard that.
"I did not study Psychology to be dealing with people like him. I swear, I don't get it! His boyfriend, Jake, is an actual sunshine. How the hell did he end up with someone like that? He's such an asshole—I want to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze."
Sunoo groans dramatically, throwing his hands in the air like he's physically choking someone.
You snort, patting his back in an attempt to soothe him. "Easy there, I don't think murder is part of the syllabus."
"I know he's serious about his work, but I didn't expect him to be this much of a dick about it! What's his problem?" Sunoo huffs, his fists clenching. "Do you want me to go back there and punch him? Because I will. Gladly."
You laugh softly, shaking your head. "I don't think that'll help."
Sunoo lets out another exaggerated sigh, slumping against the bench you're both sitting on. "This is exactly why I hate men."
"You do realize he's gay, right?" You whisper, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles.
Sunoo glares at you, eyes narrowing. "And? He's still a man! God!" He throws his head back dramatically. "Why are they all like this? Why can't they just be normal and not emotionally constipated?"
You chuckle, resting your chin on your palm. "You're so worked up about this."
"I am worked up! I don't like seeing my best friend treated like trash. That's my job!" Sunoo pokes your forehead lightly. "Not some grumpy, brooding asshole with control issues."
You sigh, offering a small smile as you murmur something to calm him down. He huffs but eventually lets it go, leaning back with his arms crossed.
It had been a week since everything happened. And to your credit, you were doing a great job avoiding them—or, well, avoiding Jay.
Jake was different. Jake was nice. He kept talking to you, his usual warmth never faltering. Always so soft, always so considerate. It was hard keeping your distance when he was so genuinely kind to you.
Unlike Jay, Jake never gave you a reason to feel unwanted. He'd ask if his proximity made you uncomfortable, if you'd eaten, how you were feeling. But somehow, despite everything, he never brought up that night again. Not once did he mention the sex, didn't push for another time, didn't make any suggestive comments.
You weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Well, Jay... that was a different story entirely. You couldn't afford to talk to him. Couldn't even look at him. His attitude, his gaze, the way he seemed to burn with irritation every time you were anywhere near—it made everything so much harder.
You were convinced at this point. Park Jongseong hated you. And somehow, Jake had no idea.
And yet, you still wanted him. Both of them, It was pathetic.
No matter how much he glared, no matter how cold he acted, your body still reacted to him. Your mind still wandered into dangerous places, imagining things.
Like the way his hands would feel pinning you down, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you from behind—frustrated, rough, using you to work out whatever twisted anger he had toward you.
Or maybe Jake would be there, slipping underneath, his soft mouth on your clit while Jay kept you spread open for him. His tongue moving in slow, teasing circles, coaxing you to the edge while Jay's cock filled you.
You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts away, but your thighs clenched instinctively.
God, you were so pathetic. Back to being the desperate girl thirsting over men who weren't even yours to begin with.
It would never happen again. You repeated it in your head.
Another week passed, and you finally ditched the turtlenecks. The bruises were still there, faint shadows against your skin, but barely noticeable unless someone really looked which you doubted anyone would.
"I swear, after midterms, I'm going to sleep for a full twenty-four hours," you muttered, scrolling through your research on your iPad. Your pen skimmed across the screen, underlining sections that needed revision.
"I just want to treat myself," Sunoo sighed, resting his chin on his palm. "Maybe a red velvet cake or something."
You hummed, mimicking his pose, eyes distant as you both fell into a much-needed daydream. "I wanna try the matcha strawberry drink from that new café at the Avenue. This week has been so draining." You sighed, letting your shoulders slump. "I'm also craving marshmallows, but honestly? I don't even think I deserve them."
Across the table, Jay huffed—that sharp, irritated sound you'd grown far too familiar with. You didn't even need to look up to know he was watching, that signature glare aimed straight at you and Sunoo.
"Can you focus?" His voice ruined your lighthearted moment. "We're almost done. Stop wasting time."
You quickly dropped your gaze back to your iPad, pretending to be engrossed in your notes. But your fingers fidgeted with the stylus. Sunoo, made a loud show of flipping open his book, rolling his eyes so hard.
"God, you're so uptight," he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Jay to hear.
Not long after, Jake appeared, all warmth and sunshine, his smile instantly making the mood lighter. "Hey," he greeted, his voice soft as he glanced at you before nodding at Sunoo.
Your body reacted before your mind could catch up—straightening a little, fingers brushing over your hair, smoothing down your uniform. It wasn't intentional, but Jay noticed. His grip on his pen tightened just slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line.
"Are you finished?" Jake murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Jay's temple before settling beside him.
Jay hummed in response, not looking up, but his hand instinctively brushed around Jake's waist, a small acknowledgment of his presence.
Sunoo gagged dramatically, clutching his chest like he was in physical pain. "Jesus Christ, not in front of us, please," he groaned, rubbing his arms like the display of affection had given him hives.
Jake just laughed, completely unbothered. "What? You don't like a little affection?"
"I like affection," Sunoo huffed, flipping a page with unnecessary force. "I don't like seeing gay love flaunted in front of me, knowing I'm single and trying to work."
Jake smirked, leaning further into Jay just to be annoying, kissing his cheek. "Hmm, okay," he said simply.
You chuckled at their antics, but the laughter caught in your throat the moment your eyes met his. Your breath hitched slightly, and you quickly looked away, suddenly hyper-aware of how comfortable you were around Jake compared to the awkward tension that always came with Jay.
Geez, you can't even be happy in front of him.
Jake knew himself well enough to admit that sometimes he could be too pushy when he wanted something. But he wasn't insensitive. He noticed things, especially when it came to the people he cared about.
And lately, he'd been noticing a lot. Jay's behavior toward you wasn't just cold—it was rough. The sharp glances, the clipped tone, the way his patience seemed to wear thinner whenever you were around. At first, Jake thought it was just Jay being Jay, the brooding, possessive, easily annoyed. But the longer it went on, the more it started to feel different.
That was why Jake had been careful. He didn't push too hard. He avoided bringing you up in conversations with Jay, kept his interactions with you light, casual. But he couldn't completely ignore you. Not when he'd noticed the way your breath sometimes slowed, how you would press your fingers against your throat absentmindedly, as if checking for something. Not the time when you still wore high-collared tops long after the bruises should've faded. He knew Jay had left those marks. And he knew, deep down, Jay knew that, too.
Jake couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Did Jay regret what happened? Was he jealous of you? Jake knew how possessive Jay could be, how he had always been the type to express his emotions through actions rather than words. Maybe Jake should've just let it go. Maybe he should've left you alone for the sake of Jay's peace of mind. But every time he thought about it, something in his gut told him that wasn't the answer.
"Fuck—just like that," Jay groaned, fingers tightening in his hair, hips snapping forward, chasing more of that heat, more of that wet, perfect warmth.
Jake hummed, taking him deeper, his throat swallowing around him. Jay shuddered, his thighs trembling slightly.
Jay's mind was a wreck — being in the same group as you? Tolerable. Jay was starting to tolerate you. But that didn't mean he didn't hate you. God—he hated you.
His grip tightened in Jake's hair, frustration bubbling over as he fucked into his boyfriend's mouth with more force, each thrust carrying a weight he couldn't put into words. Jake moaned around him, wide eyes flicking up, locking onto his as he bobbed his head, matching his rhythm perfectly.
Jake looked so fucking beautiful like this.
Jay let out a shaky breath, head tipping back for a moment before his thoughts dragged him back to you.
Why the fuck do you keep looking at Jake like that? Why do you always pull away when he walks in? Why does your smile always falter the moment he gets near?
You were so soft with everyone else—laughing, chatting, existing like a normal person. But with him? It was different.
Your shoulders tensed. Your voice lowered. You avoided him, even in small things—passing papers, choosing seats, glancing his way. Even when you had to sit next to him, you made yourself small. So close, yet always so far away.
He shouldn't care. He fucking hated you. So why did it feel like he was losing his mind over this?
"Jake—" his voice was strained, stomach tightening, his body wound so tight. "I'm close."
Jake hummed in response, vibrations sending pleasure through him. His boyfriend was eager, tongue swirling around his shaft, making his legs tremble.
Jay's jaw clenched, his whole body coiling as his release built up.
And then—your face flashed through his mind. The way you walked into the lecture hall, pretending you didn't see him. The way you laughed at something Sunoo said, your shoulders relaxing the second you thought Jay wasn't watching.
Jay was always watching, he was always looking at you. And you never looked at him.
Look at me, his mind screamed every time. Just fucking look at me. But you never did.
His orgasm ripped through him, his whole body shaking, his head tipping back as his eyes rolled, a loud whine tearing from his throat.
He whispered your name. His hips stuttered, mindlessly thrusting into Jake's mouth, the echo of your name slipping past his lips, again and again.
Jake pulled off, gasping for air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His brows furrowed slightly, staring at Jay with confusion before chuckling.
"Did you just—"
Jay collapsed back against the couch, breathless, his arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling heavily. Jake's fingers glided up his stomach, watching him closely.
And even now—Even after coming. Your name was still on Jay's lips.
That made Jake's cock twitch. He liked this. He liked Jay this way—angry, possessive, completely in denial.
A slow smirk curled Jake's lips as he leaned back against the couch, eyes lidded as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it unzipping filled the air, followed by the rustle of fabric as he tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself.
His fingers wrapped around his cock, dragging along the length, thumb circling the slit as he collected the precum beading at the tip.
Jay watched him, He didn't say anything, didn't move—but Jake saw it. The way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. The way his fingers twitched at his sides. The way his gaze lingered.
Jake let out a soft gasp, biting his lip before stroking himself faster. "Let's fuck her again," he murmured, His eyes flickered up, locking onto Jay's dark stare. "Shall we?"
Jay stirred, shifting slightly.
Jake hummed, his pace quickening. "I want to do more things with her," he moaned, hips stuttering into his own grip. "Thought you hated her, thought you wanted nothing to do with her, but—fuck—" he inhaled sharply, smirking through his pleasure. "You're just denying things, huh?"
Jay's cock twitched.
"You make things so fucking difficult," Jake moaned, tilting his head back, his free hand dragging up his stomach. "If you weren't so prideful, we'd already have her between us again."
Jay inhaled sharply through his nose, his control slipping. He moved before he could stop himself—grabbing Jake's wrist, ripping his hand away from his cock.
Jake gasped, pleasure cut off instantly as Jay loomed over him, eyes burning. "Shut the fuck up," Jay growled, his grip tight. His other hand snapped to Jake's thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Jake's lips parted, his breath shaky—but then he grinned again, riling him further.
"You're so full of shit, baby," Jake moaned. "Acting like you hate her, when really, you just wanna ruin her."
He shifted under Jay's hold, spreading his thighs slightly, giving him more of a view. "Come on, just admit it," he murmured, his voice teasing, breathless. "You liked fucking her. You liked the way she fell apart under you—how desperate she was, how much she wanted it."
Jay's breath hitched, nostrils flaring. Jake leaned in closer, lips brushing against his jaw, voice dropping to a whisper. "And now, you can't stop thinking about her, can you?"
Jay's fingers twitched, feeling the rush of heat.
"You wanna know if she thinks about it, too?" Jake continued, his free hand sliding up Jay's chest, fingers tracing over the fabric of his shirt. "If she touches herself to the memory of you?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Jay snapped. He grabbed Jake roughly, flipping him over onto his stomach before yanking his hips up, positioning himself at his ass. Using his own cum from earlier as lubrication, he pushed inside in one rough thrust.
Jake gasped, his mouth falling open in a silent moan before it turned into a loud, wanton cry. His fingers clawed at the couch, his back arching. "Fucking yes—"
Jay didn't wait, didn't give him time to adjust. He fucked into him—deep, brutal thrusts, each one fueled by the mess in his head, the tangled thoughts that refused to leave him alone.
"Fuck," Jay gritted out, his hands gripping Jake's waist hard enough to bruise. His pace was relentless, hips snapping forward with enough force to shove Jake up. "You think I give a shit about what she does?"
Jake moaned, back curving further as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, meeting Jay's thrusts. "I think you do," he panted, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips despite the way his body trembled from the rough pace. "I think you care—I think you hate that you care."
Jay growled, his fingers tangling in Jake's hair, yanking his head back roughly. "Shut. The fuck. Up."
Jake only moaned louder, his own cock leaking against the rough fabric of the couch. "That's right, baby," he gasped, voice breaking from pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Imagine her in my place—imagine that tight little pussy wrapped around your cock instead—"
Jay let out a loud, guttural groan, his pace turning frantic. His mind flashed to you—flashed to the way you bit your lip when you were nervous, the way your breath hitched when Jake touched you, the way your thighs clenched together when you thought no one was watching.
"Fuck, Jay!" Jake cried out when Jay angled his hips, slamming into his prostate repeatedly. His body trembled, fingers fisting at nothing, lost in the brutal rhythm. "God—yes! Just like that—faster—"
Jay's grip tightened. His vision blurred, thoughts colliding into each other, overwhelming him. Your lips. Your moans. The way your walls clenched around his fingers
His frustration boiled over. His jealousy. His confusion. His anger. And still, your name slipped from his lips.
Jake smirked despite the overwhelming pleasure wrecking his body. His teasing voice was broken between moans. "Fuck, Jay—do you want her?" His breath hitched when Jay thrust harder, his whole body shaking. "Are you gonna take her again? Ruin her—make her fucking yours?"
Jay groaned, his fingers bruising into Jake's skin. His answer came through gritted teeth.
"Fucking yes."
You plopped back into your seat, setting your tumbler down with a sigh, when your eyes landed on the unexpected sight in front of you.
A pack of marshmallows sat right on top of your notes, neatly placed beside your scattered belongings. Brows furrowing, you picked it up, turning it over in your hands. "Huh? Where did this come from?"
Jay barely spared you a glance, fingers typing away on his laptop. "That's been there since before you left to refill your water."
You blinked, confused. "What? No way."
"You got a goldfish brain or something?" Jay's brow twitched in irritation. "God, stop disturbing me."
You scowled at his attitude but chose to ignore it, more focused on the marshmallows that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Sunoo plopped down beside you, a cup of mint ice cream in hand. His spoon clinked against the container as he scooped a bite into his mouth.
"Hey, Sunoo." You turned to him, still holding up the marshmallow pack. "Did I buy these?"
Sunoo tilted his head, squinting as if trying to recall. "Uh... maybe? You did say you were craving marshmallows." He shrugged.
You frowned, glancing back at the pack before shaking your head. "Weird. I don't remember buying them."
"Maybe you did and just forgot. You've been drowning in schoolwork lately." Sunoo licked his spoon, then smirked. "Or maybe you've got a secret admirer."
You snorted, tearing open the pack. "Doubt it." Jay's typing faltered for half a second, but he quickly resumed. Shrugging off the thought, you popped a marshmallow into your mouth, savoring the soft, sugary texture.
"Either way, free marshmallows," you mumbled, offering the bag to Sunoo.
Sunoo happily grabbed one, humming in satisfaction. You turned to Jay, nudging the bag toward him, but he barely glanced up from his laptop. Instead, he waved you off with a dismissive shrug.
Typical. You didn't push, rolling your eyes as you stuffed another marshmallow into your mouth.
The following meetings were okay. No unnecessary arguments, no tension that made you want to shrink into yourself. Things were flowing smoothly.
Except, you started noticing something. Jake was around more often. He claimed it was because he preferred working on his research alongside his boyfriend, but Sunoo had made a dramatic gagging sound the moment Jake sat down, whispering, "Yeah, sure. Totally research-related."
Jake also seemed to be getting... casual with you. Too casual. His hand would rest on your thigh, just sitting, his fingers sometimes absentmindedly rubbing up and down. Or he'd casually hook his arm through yours while walking. You didn't really think much of it. Sunoo did the exact same thing. And, well, Jake was Jake—affectionate, playful, and friendly. You were comfortable with him. It felt natural.
Jay, on the other hand... His behavior was still sour. Or at least, that's what you'd call it if he actually interacted with you at all. He wasn't glaring anymore—not as much, anyway. But he also wasn't looking at you. At all. Not once. He'd walk behind you while you, Jake, and Sunoo chatted and laughed about whatever nonsense came to mind, Jay was always completely silent. Always present but never engaging.
"What the hell?!" Sunoo practically screeched, pointing an accusing finger at you and Jake. His face was twisted in pure betrayal. "I knew you two were fishy! Fucking traitors!"
You and Jake burst into laughter, barely holding onto your phones as you clutched your stomachs. The screen in your hands displayed 'Impostor Wins' in bold letters.
Jake was shaking with suppressed laughter, his head buried against your shoulder as his body trembled with the effort not to be too loud. Meanwhile, Sunoo sat there fuming, eyes narrowed in frustration as he dramatically crossed his arms.
"I trusted you," Sunoo huffed, glaring at Jake. "You were my partner! And you—" He turned to you, jabbing a finger in your direction. "You're supposed to be my best friend!"
"I'm sorry!" you wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye. "It was too easy! You fell for it!"
"Unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head.
Jay, who had been slumped over the table, twitched at the sudden noise, lifting his head slightly to glance at the three of you. He looked exhausted, his jaw tightening slightly as he took in the way Jake was still pressed against you, his head resting against your shoulder, hand resting a little too comfortably on your thigh.
"Okay, okay, rematch?" you offered, nudging Sunoo with your foot. Sunoo huffed. "I'm not playing with you two anymore. I need new allies."
Jake grinned, finally lifting his head from your shoulder, his hand lazily tapping at his phone screen. "Come on, don't be like that, Sunoo. It's just a game."
"A game?" Sunoo repeated, looking personally offended. "I died for you. I defended you! I saw you kill someone, and I still voted for someone else!"
You and Jake exchanged amused glances before dissolving into laughter again. Jay slammed his laptop shut. The sound was loud enough to startle all three of you, making your heads snap toward him.
Jay didn't answer. Instead, he stood up abruptly, slinging his bag over his shoulder before shoving his chair back into place with more force than necessary.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, swallowing. "Uh... I thought we were gonna—"
"I want to sleep," Jay cut you off, his tone cold. His eyes flickered to you briefly, before looking away just as fast. And just like that, he walked out without another word.
The three of you exchanged glances, the silence stretching uncomfortably. Then, Jake sighed, standing up as well. "I'll go talk to him."
"Here we go again," Sunoo muttered under his breath, popping another piece of candy into his mouth.
You wrinkled your nose at him, nudging his leg under the table. "Shut up."
Sunoo smirked, nudging you back. "What? It's entertaining. "
You huffed, slumping back in your chair.
You told yourself over and over again that it wasn't your fault. That Jay's jealousy—because at this point, you were convinced that's what it was—was his own issue. Not yours.
But it was getting harder to ignore when Jake was pressed behind you, arms wrapped securely around your waist, his chest flush against your back. When he was nuzzling into the crook of your neck, murmuring things that weren't even remotely suggestive, but the warmth of his breath against your skin made your knees weak anyway.
And it was impossible to ignore when Jay was sitting right across from you, staring. You felt like a pawn in whatever unspoken battle Jay was having with himself.
Sunoo was oblivious—or maybe just used to this—was too busy fixing his makeup to acknowledge the suffocating tension in the air.
Jake would whisper little things in your ear, casual gossip, things that should not have been turning you on, but the way his lips brushed against your skin with every word sent sparks through your core.
You wanted Jay to do something about it.
You knew he hated you. But deep down, you still hoped—prayed—that whatever this was, whatever anger or frustration he was harboring, he would take it out on you.
That he would grab you by the waist and shove you into the nearest surface. That he would bruise you all over again, mark you up until you belonged to him. That he would shove his cock down your throat, just like last time, ignoring the way you gasped for air, not caring if you were still recovering. Fuck the doctors prescription.
God knows you wanted it. Every night, you would find yourself alone, your fingers curling between your thighs, biting down on your lip to stop from moaning their names. Jake, with his sweet kisses and lingering touches. Jay, with his rough hands and punishing pace.
Would they ever ask again? Would Jake pull you into his lap, whispering in your ear that they missed you? Would Jay finally snap, throw you onto the bed, and take you? Even though you don't deserve it?
You imagined them ruining you, stretching you out together, stuffing you full until there was nothing left of you but the sound of your own choked moans.
Or Jay filling you up, his cum dripping down your thighs. Jake licking it up, kissing your swollen clit before shoving his cock into you next.
"Shit—fuck!" you gasped, thighs clenching around your hand as your mini vibrator sent sharp pulses straight to your core. Your body arched violently off the mattress, hips trembling as waves of pleasure surged through you.
Your back hit the sheets again, your head tilting back as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Every muscle in your body tensed, heat coiling tightly in your abdomen before snapping all at once.
"Thank you—thank you," you moaned breathlessly, tossing the vibrator aside, but your fingers didn't stop. Desperation clawed at your skin as you rubbed tight, insistent circles over your clit, the oversensitivity making your entire body jolt.
Your legs spasmed, toes curling as cold sweat slicked your skin. The tension didn't ease, it only built higher, higher, until suddenly their faces flashed behind your closed eyes.
Jake, whispering filth into your ear, his hands gripping your thighs as he kissed his way down.
Jay, pinning you in place, his fingers tight around your throat, his breath warm against your lips as he growled in your ear.
The image alone sent you spiraling.
Your hips twitched, grinding against your own fingers, chasing more, needing more. You whined, the sound escaping without your permission as your body trembled violently.
"Oh—fuck! Fuck! Ahh!"
Your release hit again, crashing into you, your entire body shuddering as liquid gushed from between your legs, soaking the sheets beneath you. Your thighs clamped shut, your fingers stalling against your clit as the aftershocks rolled through you.
Your chest heaved, your heartbeat erratic, the high still pulsing through your veins. You lay there, boneless, ruined, your sheets damp, your body twitching with every lingering spark of pleasure.
The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing and the faint, continuous buzzing of the forgotten vibrator beside you.
You sigh, staring at the ceiling. Post orgasm crashing into you. Frustration suddenly kicking in.
Frustrated because nothing seemed to satisfy you. Frustrated because no matter what you did—you couldn't forget them.
Frustrated because... God help you. You wanted it to happen again.
"How do you initiate sex?" You blurted out, glancing at Sunoo, who was casually fixing his hair in his compact mirror. "Like... how do you tell them you want to do it again?"
Sunoo froze, his reflection staring back at him before he slowly turned to you, eyes squinting in pure offense. "Are you seriously asking me that?"
You frowned. "Who else am I supposed to ask?"
He huffed, snapping his mirror shut. "Babe, first of all, I don't do seconds. If I hit once, it's a one-time event. No reruns." He gave you a pointed look. "But if you're desperate—which, let's be honest, you are—just text them 'hey, dtf?'"
You groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the bed. "No! It's—ugh!" You covered your face, muffling another groan. "Nevermind! Fuck!" You give up as you threw your hands up in defeat.
"Hey!"
You jumped slightly at the sudden voice, turning to see Jake standing behind you, his usual bright smile on his face.
Before you could say anything, he reached out and ruffled Sunoo's hair, only to get a sharp slap on the back in response. Jake laughed but winced at the impact, rubbing the spot where Sunoo had hit him.
"Huh? Where's Jay?" You asked, glancing behind him, trying to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend.
"Studying," Jake replied with a shrug. Sitting beside you, settling himself in the ground.
"What?! Midterms just ended!" Sunoo huffed, crossing his arms. "Force your boyfriend to take a break! We were planning to get caramel macchiatos with you guys." He muttered, still fussing over his hair that Jake had messed up.
Jake chuckled. "I'd love to, but you know Jay. He's—"
"Anyways, Jake, how do you initiate sex?" Sunoo cut him off, completely changing the topic.
Your eyes widened in horror. "Sunoo!" You hissed, tugging on his arm, but he only grinned mischievously.
Jake blinked, tilting his head in confusion. "Uh... what?"
"She was asking me earlier," Sunoo continued, completely throwing you under the bus. "How to tell someone she wants to do it again."
Jake's mouth fell open slightly, then a slow smirk spread across his lips. His eyes glinted with amusement as he turned to you.
Your grip on Sunoo tightened, your face heating up instantly. "I wasn't—I didn't—" You shook your head frantically, staring at Jake in sheer embarrassment. "Ignore him!"
Jake's smirk deepened, but he played it cool, "Oh? And who exactly are we talking about here?"
Your heart nearly stopped. The way his eyes glinted with mischief, the way his lips curled slightly at the edges—he knew. Oh, he fucking knew exactly what Sunoo was referring to. But he was pretending not to.
Sunoo hummed thoughtfully. "Good question! She won't tell me either. Probably some random guy who dicked her down so good she wants seconds."
You choked on your own breath. "Sunoo!"
Jake snorted, biting back a laugh, but his gaze never left you. "Hmm," he mused, tapping his chin dramatically. "Well, if I had to give some advice..." He trailed off, his eyes flickering with amusement as he watched you squirm.
You shot him a warning glare, silently pleading for him to drop it.
He didn't. "I'd say just be straightforward," Jake continued, completely ignoring your flustered expression. "Just shoot them a text, something like, 'Hey, I can't stop thinking about that night. Wanna make it happen again?'" He shrugged. "Easy."
Sunoo nodded in agreement. "See? That's what I told her! But nooo, she wants to overthink it."
You groaned, pressing your hands against your burning face. "I hate both of you."
Jake chuckled, leaning closer, his voice dropping just slightly. "So... is this mystery guy really that good?"
Your breath caught, eyes snapping up to meet his. There was teasing in his tone. He was fucking with you.
Sunoo rolled his eyes. "Obviously, if she's still thinking about him. Poor girl's down bad."
Jake hummed, tilting his head. "Yeah... must've been one hell of a night."
Thankfully, the topic shifted. Sunoo, being Sunoo, effortlessly steered the conversation toward food and cafés, but by the time 2:00 rolled around, Sunoo stretched his arms with a dramatic sigh. "Alright, I'm out. Gotta visit Wonyoung before she thinks I've abandoned her."
You barely had time to nod before he turned to you with a knowing smirk. "Thank me later."
Your stomach dropped. The realization hit you, before you could stop him, Sunoo was already strutting away, leaving you alone. With Jake.
You were too close to Jake, yet somehow, it still wasn't enough. Your throat felt tight, your heart hammering in your chest as you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his presence.
"I—uh," you started, your voice barely steady, "d-don't mind what Sunoo said—"
Jake didn't even let you finish. "I've been waiting for the perfect moment to ask you myself," he cut in smoothly.
Your eyes snapping to his. There was something about the way he spoke, like he already knew what you wanted—like he could see right through you.
"Ask me what?" You hated how weak your voice sounded, how your throat felt suddenly dry.
Jake leaned in just slightly, enough for you to catch the faintest scent of his cologne. His gaze never wavered. "If you want to do it again."
Your stomach twisted, heat pooling low in your abdomen at the way he said it. His presence was overwhelming, and it took everything in you to stay still, to not shrink away from the intensity in his eyes.
"I'm not a natural talker," he admitted, his fingers brushing against your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm not straightforward like Jay. But thank God for making things flow naturally my way." His lips curled into a small smirk, and before you could prepare yourself, he asked, "Did you miss us?"
Your pulse pounded. You shouldn't say it. You should make this harder for him, play coy, pretend you hadn't been thinking about them every damn night, imagining their hands, their mouths. But instead, the word slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
"Yes," you whispered.
Jake hummed, clearly pleased, but before he could say anything else, you hesitated. A weight sat heavy in your chest. "But Jay—" you paused, unsure how to phrase it without sounding pathetic. "Jay hates me."
Jake chuckled, shaking his head as if the idea itself was ridiculous. "Jay definitely does not hate you."
You frowned. "Then why—"
"He's just jealous." Jake cut you off, your heart stuttered. The idea was so absurd that it took a second to process.
"Jealous?" Your brows furrowed. "Of me?"
Jake's grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath fanning against your ear. "Of me."
Your breath caught, your mind struggling to keep up with what he was saying.
"He's jealous of me, baby," Jake murmured, his fingers tracing lightly against the inside of your wrist, his touch barely there, teasing but it makes your pulse jumped under his fingertips.
"Because I get to hug you," he continued, voice velvety smooth, almost hypnotic. "I get to nuzzle my head into your neck. I get your attention."
You exhaled sharply, your body tensing. The way he said it, like it was a privilege—like it was something Jay wanted.
Jake tilted his head, watching you carefully, eyes flickering with amusement. "Tell me," he whispered, his lips hovering just over your skin, "do you miss him too?"
He was toying with you, but damn it, it was working. You knew the answer before he even asked, but saying it out loud was dangerous. That was admitting to something you weren't sure you could handle.
Jake's fingers brushed against your wrist again, featherlight, teasing. He was waiting, watching for your reaction.
You swallowed, throat tight. "I—"
Jake smirked, sensing your hesitation. "You do, don't you?" You hated how easily he read you. How he knew exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to get under your skin.
You exhaled shakily, hands curling into fists on your lap. "If Jay's so jealous, then why does he act like he can't stand me?"
Jake hummed, considering. "Because Jay is a fucking idiot."
You blinked. "What?"
Jake leaned back slightly, arms crossing as he grinned at you. "He's stubborn. Prideful. And he's fighting something he doesn't want to admit."
You frowned, confused. "Fighting what?"
Jake tilted his head, studying you like you were missing something obvious. "You."
Your chest tightened. "Me?"
"You," Jake confirmed, grin widening. "He's pissed because he wants you. And because he doesn't know how to handle it, he's pushing you away instead."
Your stomach flipped. You had convinced yourself Jay hated you, that he regretted everything that happened. But now?
"You're lying." Your voice was weak, but you needed to say it. You needed to convince yourself that Jake was just messing with you.
Jake only chuckled. "Am I?"
You swallowed again, looking away, but Jake wasn't having it. He reached out, his fingers catching your chin, guiding your gaze back to his.
"Let me prove it to you," he murmured.
Your breath caught in your throat. "Prove it how?"
Jake smirked, his thumb brushing against your jaw. His next words sent a shiver straight down your spine.
"Let's give him something to be jealous about."
Desperation clouded every thought in your head, everything around you blurring into the background.
You barely remembered how you ended up stumbling into Jay's apartment, your lips locked feverishly with Jake's, hands grasping at each other like. Jay was out doing groceries. You had no idea when he'd be back. And maybe that was what made this so much hotter.
Anticipation coiled in your stomach, excitement tangled with nervous energy. How would Jay react if he walked in on this? Would he be pissed? The mere thought had heat pooling between your thighs, your panties dampening with want.
"Miss you," Jake whined against your lips, arms tightening around your waist. His movements were rushed, needy—like he'd been waiting for this, craving it just as much as you had. His lips parted against yours, the kiss turning sloppy, hot, all tongue and teeth as the two of you stumbled deeper into the apartment.
Neither of you cared to be careful. Jake kicked off his shoes with barely a thought, his fingers already fumbling with the buttons of your uniform blouse, eager to rid you of the fabric. You let him, hands curling around the back of his neck, tugging him down, pressing yourself against him.
Your back hit the couch, Jake's weight pressing into you, his hands tugging impatiently at your uniform. Your breath hitched as his fingers found the last button, parting the fabric to reveal the warmth of your skin. He groaned softly, dipping his head, his lips trailing down the side of your neck, sucking, licking, tasting.
Jake's lips hovered just over yours, teasing, making you chase him. His fingers trailed lower, ghosting over your ribs just enough to make your skin prickle with more anticipation.
"Remember what I told you?" He tilted his head, pressing a quick, featherlight kiss against your lips. But before you could answer, his fingers danced over your bra, fingertips teasing at the fabric, grazing over your already sensitive nipples. The sensation made you shiver, your back arching involuntarily, pressing your chest further into his touch.
A quiet whimper slipping from your lips, and Jake hummed approvingly. "Hey, baby, I asked you a question." Without warning, he tugged your bra down just enough to pinch your nipple between his fingers, rolling it between his fingertips, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure.
"Yes!" you gasped, your hands flying to wrap around his wrist, not to stop him—but to urge him for more. "Please!" Your body was burning with need, aching for him, for anything he'd give you.
Jake chuckled, his breath warm against your lips. "That's my girl," he murmured, before leaning down again, capturing your lips in another deep kiss. His tongue slid past your lips effortlessly, moving against yours.
You clung to him, fingers curling around the fabric of his uniform, tugging at it, silently begging him to take it off. He straightened, exhaling a sharp breath as he worked through each button, fumbling slightly when you kissed his neck, sucking gently at the skin just below his jaw.
"Ahh, fuck," he groaned, his breath hitching as you nipped lightly at his pulse point.
Taking advantage of the moment, you reached behind yourself, unclasping your bra, letting it slide down your arms before tossing it aside. The cool air against your bare skin sent another shiver on you, but it was quickly replaced by heat as you hooked your fingers into your skirt, dragging it down along with your underwear.
The second Jake finished undressing, he was on you again, his plump lips crashing into yours with renewed hunger. His hands roamed greedily over your bare skin, mapping out every dip, every curve.
He pressed you further into the couch, one hand slipping between your legs, fingers grazing against your already soaked folds. He groaned at the wetness he found there, pulling back just enough to smirk against your lips.
"Fuck, baby," he murmured, his fingers sliding through your slick, teasing but not giving you what you wanted just yet. "You're dripping for me already."
You whimpered, hips shifting toward his hand, but he pulled away slightly, denying you the friction you needed.
"Patience," he cooed, his lips brushing over your jaw, down your throat, leaving a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses. "Let's take our time with this."
But you didn't want time. You wanted him. Now. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him back up to crash your lips against his in a desperate kiss, your other hand reaching down, curling around his cock, stroking him slowly.
Jake groaned into your mouth, his hips twitching forward into your grip. "Fuck," he muttered, breaking the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. "You're gonna be the death of me."
And with that, he finally gave in, slipping a finger inside you, curling it just right, drawing a moan from your lips.
The two of you had long lost track of time, lost in the haze of pleasure, in the desperate push and pull of each other's bodies.
You didn't know how many times Jake had sunk himself deep inside you, how many times he had come, or how many times he had dragged another orgasm from your overstimulated body.
You were both drunk on each other—on the way his hands molded your body to fit against him, on the way your walls clenched around him so perfectly.
Your legs were pressed close to your chest, folded as Jake held you up, his arms wrapped under your thighs, supporting your weight as he thrust up into you. Your back arched against his chest, your head thrown back over his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as you let him take you.
"I-I can't! I'm cumming again!" You cry.
Jake's whines mixed with your cries, his lips dragging over your neck, pressing soft gentle kisses. His pace quickened, each thrust are harder. Your toes curled, your nails digging into his arms, unable to do anything but take what he gave you.
You were lost, drowning in the sensation, in the heat, in him, until his fingers tangled into your hair, yanking just enough to make your eyes snap open.
You gasped, your walls clenching involuntarily around him at the sudden shift, earning a deep groan from his throat. Your dazed mind barely had time to process what was happening before your blurry vision sharpened—and landed on the figure standing in the doorway.
"Hah! Nghh, fuck! J-Jake!"
Jay was standing in front of you, motionless, his hands clenched at his sides, eyes locked onto the scene before him.
"Oh," Jake exhaled, breathless despite the way his thrusts never faltered. He smirked, leaning in just beside your ear, loud enough for Jay to hear. "Look who finally showed up."
Panic surged through you, heat creeping up your neck. Instinctively wanting to cover yourself, but Jake's grip on your thighs tightened, he instead separate your legs,wide open for Jay to see.
The obscene view of where Jake's cock was buried deep inside you—slick, glistening, your walls clenching around him with every drag of his hips.
You gasped, squirming under Jake's hold, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Jake!" you whined, the desperate plea slipping from your lips. You knew exactly what he was doing, what game he was playing. But seeing Jay right in front of you made you feel too exposed.
"What the hell, Jake?" Jay gaze flickered between the two of you, his lips parting slightly as if struggling to find the right words. His nostrils flared, his breath uneven despite his stillness. "We were supposed to take things slow with her. That's what we agreed on."
Jake only chuckled, his amusement evident. Instead of slowing down, he snapped his hips harder, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls in a way that made your body jolt under him, your breasts bouncing with the impact. A sinful moan tore from your throat, your head falling back against his shoulder again.
"Surprise," Jake murmured, his smirk widening.
The word sent a shiver down your spine, a sharp flashback hitting you—the first time this happened, the way you had watched them, except now, the roles were reversed.
Jay was the one watching.
His hands twitched at his sides, his jaw locked so tight you thought it might snap. His eyes darkened, tracking every movement, every reaction, every shuddering breath you took.
His gaze dipped lower, settling between your legs, watching the way Jake stretched you open, how greedily your body took him. His Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing getting heavier.
He was pissed. You could tell by the way his fingers flexed, by the tension coiling through his frame.
"Can't blame me," Jake exhaled, groaning at the way your walls clenched around him. "I mean, you were too slow. Kept sending her mixed signals." He nuzzled into your neck, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your pulse, his breath warm against your damp skin. "Poor girl thought you hated her."
Jay's jaw ticked, his lips pressing into a thin line. His fists clenched tighter, the veins in his forearms standing out. He looked like he was on the verge of snapping.
Jake wasn't done. His fingers traced down your stomach, circling teasingly around your clit. He chuckled darkly, his eyes still locked on Jay. "She was too good to be true, Jay."
Jay remained silent, watching the scene you and Jake are making.
Jake smirked. "Did you know she's been taking medicines because you damaged her throat?"
Your breath hitched, eyes widening in panic. "Jake—"
You gripped onto his arms, a silent signal for him to stop, you did tell him that information but you didn't expect him to thrown it out there, in the middle of him fucking you, in the middle of Jay standing there, looking at you like he didn't know if he wanted to drag you into his arms or ruin you completely.
Jay stiffened at the sudden information, his eyes flickering briefly to your throat.
"But still, she wants us," Jake mused, his lips brushing your temple. His thrusts falter but still remain deep. "Still wants you."
Pleasure coiling in your stomach, overwhelming and intoxicating. You were right there, teetering on the edge.
"Jake, I'm close again!" you gasped, your voice trembling.
Jake didn't pull his gaze away from Jay, didn't even blink as he continued rolling his hips into you. His fingers never faltered against your clit, dragging you closer and closer to the brink. But he didn't let you fall—not yet.
"Do you think he deserves you, baby?" Jake asks you, still staring at Jay. You were too far gone, your mind hazy with pleasure, body trembling from the overwhelming sensations Jake was giving you. But even through the haze, you felt the weight of Jay's intense gaze on you.
Your breath hitching as you struggled to form words.
"J-Jay's been mean," you finally managed to stutter, voice shaky, breathless. Your legs twitched as the pleasure kept mounting
Jake hummed in agreement, tilting his head, his expression thoughtful as he slowed his movements, making you whimper in frustration. "Hmm, right?" His lips brushed against your ear. "He's been so mean to you."
You nodded desperately, your mind fogged with pleasure. Every nerve in you was on fire, desperate to finally tip over the edge.
"He should say sorry first, right?" Jake continued, his voice dripping with faux innocence as he looked back at Jay. His fingers on your clit stilled, applying just enough pressure to keep you on the edge but not enough to let you tip over.
Your breath hitched, your body twitching, so needy, so desperate. "Yes—fuck, yes."
"What the fuck?" Jay muttered, dripping with irritation. His patience was hanging by a thread, and Jake knew it.
Jake chuckled and feigned a pout. "Aww, see? Even she agrees. You've been such an asshole to her, Jay. Shouldn't you at least apologize?" His voice was sickeningly sweet, but the way his hips moved against yours, the way he continued to play with you, was anything but innocent.
Jay inhaled sharply, not please with any of this.
"Maybe," Jake drawled, "if you get down on your knees and apologize, she might forgive you."
Jay's nostrils flared. His gaze flickered between you and Jake, his fists tightening. "You're fucking kidding me," he said through gritted teeth.
Jake only grinned, his fingers finally starting to move against your clit again, making you gasp, your back arching into him.
"Not at all," Jake mused. "But, hey, if you don't want her that bad..."
"I guess I'll just keep her all to myself."
You forced your eyes open, looking at Jay—really looking at Jay. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling unevenly. But it was the way his eyes darkened, the way his gaze flickered to where Jake disappeared inside you over and over again,
You whimpered, half-lidded eyes darting down—right to the prominent bulge in his pants. Your mouth went dry. He was hard. So fucking hard.
Jake felt the way your walls clenched tighter, and he groaned, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck. "Oh, baby," he cooed, "are you looking at him?"
"J-Ja—" You gasped. You couldn't hold back anymore. The pressure was unbearable, the fire burning through every inch of you. You moaned his name again, this time louder.
Please give in, please give in, please give in.
"Jake's making me feel so good, Jay!"
Jake groaned behind you, his hips snapping faster, chasing his own high. Your whole body convulsed, legs shaking violently as pleasure crashed through you.
A scream ripped from your throat, loud, raw—so much so that Jake had to clamp a hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds as his own breath hitched.
"Fuck," Jake gasped, his rhythm faltering as your walls tightened around him, making it almost impossible to move. He buried himself deep inside you, his breath coming out in ragged pants.
Your vision blurred, your body shaking from the intensity.
But then, you saw Jay, slowly, hesitantly, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.
"Jake," you breathe. You are overstimulated, exhausted, yet somehow—aching for more. The lingering echoes of your orgasm pulsed through your veins, but the sight of Jay kneeling between your legs sent another rush of heat straight to your core.
"That's it, baby," Jake murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, his grip on your waist. "Let him see how good you look like this. Let him know who you really want."
A whimper escaped your lips, your body instinctively arching, pushing closer to Jay, despite the sensitivity.
Jay pride had been a stubborn thing, keeping him in denial, making him push you away. But now, as he knelt before you, his fingers flexing as if restraining himself from reaching out—he finally admitted it.
He wanted you.
Jake chuckled lowly, sensing the shift, his hold on you tightening as he spread your legs even wider, exposing every inch of you.
Then, with a teasing hum, Jake pulled out of you, his cock slipping free from your swollen, overstimulated cunt. The sudden emptiness made you whine, your walls fluttering around nothing, aching for the fullness you'd just lost.
"Fuck," Jake groaned, his hands flexing on your thighs. "Look at her, Jay. So fucking pretty like this."
Jay's eyes darkened as they dropped between your legs. His chest rose and fell sharply as he watched—his gaze fixed on the sight of his boyfriend's cum slowly dripping from your pussy, the way your cunt clenched involuntarily, like it was still hungry for more.
"Look at him," Jake whispered, the teasing lilt in his voice sending made you even wetter. "He wants to taste you, baby. Can you see it?"
You swallowed thickly, your fingers gripping onto Jake's arm for support. Your eyes fluttered down, meeting Jay's.
"J-Jay," you finally managed to breathe out.
Jay hands finally moving—gripping your thighs, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh. He leaned in, just close enough for you to feel the ghost of his breath against your still-sensitive skin.
His eyes flickered up, locking onto yours, and, he let you see it.
The gaze of hunger, want, need.
Jake chuckled once again, satisfied. "There you go, baby," he murmured, running his fingers along your stomach, feeling the way your body reacted to Jay's touch. "Now tell him—does he deserve a taste?"
Your breath hitched, heat crawling up your skin. The moment felt surreal—Jay, the man who spent weeks glaring at you, the man who made you feel small with just a look, was now on his knees, waiting.
"M-maybe if he a-apologizes," you stuttered, barely able to get the words out.
Jake chuckled against your neck. "You heard her, Jay," he said as his hand moved to cup your breast, kneading it in slow, deliberate motions. "Apologize."
Jay's jaw clenched, his hands tightening around your thighs as he stared at the two of you. He didn't know what kind of game this was, but fuck—he was getting tired of playing from the sidelines.
"Is your pride really that high?" Jake mused, fingers pinching at your nipple, making you whimper. He kissed the side of your temple, his tone light, teasing. "She said apologize."
Jay hesitated. His pride had always been his downfall, the thing that kept him from saying what needed to be said. But right now, with you trembling before him, with Jake so effortlessly pulling you apart—he knew he had no choice.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, grip tightening on your thighs.
Your breath hitched, the roughness in his voice sending a spark of excitement. Remembering Jake's plan, you frowned, your hands moving on their own, swatting at his hands.
"Not like that," you mumbled, half-lidded eyes peering down at him.
Jake hummed, his lips curling into a smirk as he ran soothing circles on your thigh. "Is that how you apologize?" He tsked, feigning disappointment. "Be sincere, Jay."
Your body leaned further into Jake, nuzzling against his neck. The sight made Jay's eye twitch. His patience was running thin.
"I'm sorry," he tried again, the words heavier this time.
Jake exhaled through his nose, fingers slipping between your folds once more. "She can't hear you," he teased, his tone singsong. His fingers pushed deeper, curling inside you.
Jay gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling inside him. "I said I'm sorry," he repeated, his fingers digging into your thighs.
Jake nipped at your ear, dragging his fingers along your walls at an unbearable pace. Your head lolled to the side, eyes locking onto Jay, pupils blown wide.
"Again," Jake commanded.
Jay exhaled sharply, his nails pressing into your skin. "I'm so sorr—"
Before he could finish, Jake suddenly withdrew his fingers and your hands shot out, gripping Jay's hair, pulling him closer.
Jay barely had time to react before his face was buried between your legs, his nose bumping against your clit.
You gasped, a loud, uncontrollable moan ripping from your throat. Jay stiffened, his hands instinctively gripping your thighs tighter.
"Fuck!" you cried out when you felt Jay's tongue slip inside you, the wet heat sending your mind into a spiral.
Instinctively, your grip on his hair tightened, but his hands kept you in place, stopping you from moving too much.
Jake clicked his tongue at the sight, smirking as he reached down and swatted at Jay's hands, forcing them to let go. He laced his fingers with Jay's instead, squeezing them tight
"Planning to give her more bruises? Is that how you apologize?" Jake teased, watching Jay's brows furrow in frustration.
The moment Jay's hold on you loosened, your body instantly relaxed, and you took advantage of it—hips rolling forward, grinding against his face. Jay let out a muffled grunt, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.
Your mouth fell open, breath coming in shaky gasps. "Are you even sincere, Jongie?" You exhaled, your grip easing slightly on his hair. "Maybe me and Jakey should just go to the bedroom and leave you out here all alone..."
Jay's response was immediate, his head shook fervently, tongue angling to flick against your clit before dragging down your folds.
Jake hummed in satisfaction, his fingers tightening around Jay's as he grinded his half-hard cock against your back. "Say sorry to her again," he commanded.
Jay shot him a glare, frustration evident in the sharpness of his gaze. How the fuck was he supposed to apologize when you kept grinding your cunt against his face, making it harder to focus? The constant brush of his nose against your clit, the way your slick coated his lips, the way your hips moved to chase your own pleasure.
He barely had room to breathe, but instead of pulling away, he let his tongue flatten, licking a long, slow stripe up your slit, tasting the mix of you and his boyfriend's fluid.
Jake let out a small chuckle at Jay's obvious struggle. "Come on, baby," he crooned, pressing a teasing kiss against the shell of your ear. "Make him say it properly."
You smile, just barely, though your voice trembled as you spoke. "Apologize, Park Jongseong."
Jay groaned, his entire face tensing before he finally gave in.
"I'm sorry," he gritted out against your cunt, the sound of his muffled desperate voice, combined with the way his mouth moved against you, made your legs tremble.
A choked moan escaped you as your fingers tangled deeper into his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.
"I'm close again," you whined, breath hitching as another wave of pleasure built inside you.
Jake hummed, thoughtful, his grip tightening around Jay's hand as he whispered, "Think you can take another one, baby?"
Through the haze of your arousal, you nodded quickly, too desperate to think of anything else.
Jay rolled his eyes at your eagerness before pressing his tongue deeper into your heat, the slick sound of his mouth working against you making your entire body shudder. His tongue curled inside you, swirling, tasting, fucking into you like he was starved.
A strangled whimper tore from your lips, your back arching as your senses blurred into overwhelming pleasure. You could barely think, barely breathe. The sheer intensity of it had your mind spinning, and you almost swore you saw the gates of heaven open for you.
Muttering incoherent words, your hands scrambled for something to hold onto—Jake's arm, Jay's hair, the couch beneath you.
"Yes! Right there!" you cried out.
Jay's eyes flicked up, peering through his lashes, and his cock twitched painfully at the sight before him.
You and Jake were kissing. Sloppy, heated, tongues sliding against each other. Jake swallowed your moans eagerly, rolling his hips into your back, panting softly into your mouth.
Your nipples were painfully hard, your chest rising and falling in time with the pleasure coursing through you. Beads of sweat trickled down your skin, glistening under the dim light, sliding from your collarbone down to your navel, following every curve of your trembling body.
Jay groaned at the sight, a deep, guttural sound vibrating through his throat.
Both of you were too fucking hot.
The way you came undone against his mouth, the way Jake lost himself in the feeling of you. It was too much. His cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of his pants, aching for relief, for attention, for you.
Jake pulled away from the kiss just enough to smirk, his lips swollen and wet. "You enjoying the show?" he teased.
Jay didn't answer. Instead, he doubled down, tongue working furiously against your clit, determined to pull another orgasm from you. If Jake thought he had the upper hand, Jay was more than willing to prove him wrong.
And judging by the way your body tensed, by the way your moans became louder, higher—he was succeeding.
Jay was lapping up everything you gave him, his mouth completely fixated on making you fall apart over and over again. The wet sounds of his tongue working against you mixed with your breathless whimpers, making the room feel unbearably hot.
"Fuck—Jay!" you sobbed, hands fisting into his hair, tugging at the strands in desperation. Your thighs twitched, trembling with the threat of overstimulation, but Jay didn't slow down. If anything, he only got rougher, hungrier.
Jake chuckled lowly, his lips ghosting over your temple before moving down to your jaw, then your neck, pressing light teasing kisses there. "Look at you... So fucking wrecked," he murmured.
Jake let go of Jay's hand, refocusing his attention on you, his fingers toying with your nipple—tweaking, rolling it in time with Jay's movements.
"You're close again, aren't you?" Jake whispered, lips curving against your skin.
You nodded weakly, unable to form words, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure built up inside you. It was almost too much—almost unbearable. They were both completely focused on you, every touch, every movement designed to push you further over the edge.
Jay's hands went to gripped your thighs, keeping you locked in place as he worked his tongue against you with ruthless precision.
"J-Jay—" you gasped, thighs threatening to clamp around his head, but his grip was firm, keeping them spread wide.
Jake exhaled sharply, his hips pressing tighter against your back, grinding into you as he watched. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, "let go. Make a mess all over his face."
Jay growled against you, and that was it.
Your orgasm slammed into you again, tearing through your body violently, leaving you shaking, gasping, completely wrecked. Your walls clenched around nothing.
Jay groaned, drinking in everything, his tongue flicking against you a few more times, pushing you through every last tremor. He didn't let up until you physically tried to push him away, whimpering from the overstimulation.
"Fuck," Jake muttered, watching the way your body slumped against him, your chest heaving, your skin flushed with heat. He pressed another lingering kiss against your temple, his arms wrapped around you protectively.
Jay finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips glistening. His dark eyes flickered up to meet yours—hooded.
Jake's fingers tilted your chin up, guiding your gaze to him as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours softly.
Then, his touch disappeared. He turned, grabbing Jay by the nape, pulling him in. You exhaled shakily, watching as their lips crashed together.
Your stomach tightened at the sight, the heat between them palpable. Jake didn't waste any time, licking along Jay's lips before dipping lower, dragging his tongue down his chin, licking up every last trace of you that lingered there. Jay let out a low groan, gripping Jake's wrist tightly as their mouths moved together
"Bedroom," Jake muttered against Jay's lips, breaking apart.
Jake lift you effortlessly into his arms. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, your legs tightening around his waist.
Over Jake's shoulder, you caught Jay's eyes still watching you like he was trying to figure out what to do with you.
Jake carefully lowered you onto the bed, his lips trailing down your jaw, peppering soft kisses along your throat, his hands firm as they spread your legs apart. But your attention drifted beyond him, straight to Jay, who was already pulling off his clothes impatiently, eyes never leaving the two of you.
The moment he was fully bare, Jake smirked, reaching for him again, pulling him down for another kiss.
You laid back against the pillows, legs still spread, your fingers instinctively trailing down your stomach, teasing along your sensitive folds, rubbing slow, lazy circles against your clit as you watched them.
"Come on, lay down," Jake murmured against Jay's lips before pulling away, pushing Jay onto the mattress.
The second Jay's back hit the bed, you and Jake exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between you.
Jay let out a sharp exhale as you swung your leg over him, straddling his thighs, your fingers trailing down the length of his cock. He twitched beneath your touch, eyes locked onto you.
You slowly rolled your hips forward, grinding against him, teasing the thick length of him against your folds, already dripping for him.
Jay groaned, hands instinctively moving to grip your waist—but before he could, Jake grabbed his wrists, pressing them down into the mattress.
"Hands off," Jake said, "you were too rough on her last time."
Jay gritted his teeth, glaring up at him. "No, I'm tired of playing whatever fucking game you two are—"
Jake cut him off by shoving his cock past his lips, silencing him instantly.
Jay's eyes widened, hands flying to Jake's hips, but Jake didn't budge, instead pushing himself deeper into Jay's mouth, letting out a breathy moan at the feeling of Jay's throat constricting around him.
"Fuck, yeah—" Jake groaned, his fingers tightening in Jay's hair.
Jay let out a muffled grunt, struggling against him, but you didn't give him a chance to resist further.
You sank down on him in one slow, deliberate motion.
A strangled noise tore from Jay's throat—half a groan, half a muffled curse—completely swallowed by Jake's cock still buried in his mouth.
Your head tipped back, your mouth falling open as the thick stretch of him filled you.
"Fuck!" you whimpered, hands on his abdomen for support. "Too big—"
Jay groaned beneath you, his hips twitching with the urge to thrust up, to take control—but Jake wasn't letting him. His hands remained firm on Jay's wrists, pinning them against his waist, making sure he stayed right where he was.
"You're so sexy, fuck," Jake murmured as he watched you struggle to take all of Jay. "So fucking full."
Your head tipped back, your lips parted, a whimper escaping you as you rocked your hips experimentally. Jay's cock twitched inside you, the thick stretch still bordering on painful—but the way he filled you, the way your walls clenched instinctively around him, made the burn feel so, so good.
Beneath you, Jay let out a frustrated growl, the vibrations from his throat sending jolts of pleasure straight through Jake's cock still buried between his lips. His nails dug deeper into Jake's hips, leaving crescent-shaped marks against his skin.
Jake hissed at the sensation, eyes darkening as he glanced down at him. "Getting impatient, baby?"
Jay glared up at him, unable to answer, his mouth still full. But the look he shot Jake was nothing short of a warning—one that promised payback the moment he got his hands free.
Jake smirked. "Too bad."
With that, he rolled his hips forward, pressing himself deeper into Jay's throat, making him gag slightly. At the same time, you shifted, rolling your hips again.
Jay's body tensed, his muffled groan vibrating around Jake's cock, making Jake shudder. "Fuck, that's it, baby," Jake rasped, "take it like a good boy."
You whimpered at the filthy sight in front of you—the way Jay's mouth stretched around Jake, the way his throat bobbed, the way his cock twitched inside you every time he moaned. It was too much.
Slowly, you move your hands on Jay's chest for balance, bracing yourself before you lifted your hips, only to slam them back down again.
Jay's reaction was instant. His whole body jerked, a choked noise escaping him.
You gasped at the feeling, the stretch, the way he filled you so completely.
Jake chuckled breathlessly. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, watching the way Jay's body tensed.
"He's losing his mind already."
You sighs, rolling your hips again, this time slower, dragging out the sensation.
"I don't think he's really sorry," you murmured, pouting down at him, fingers trailing over his chest.
Jake let out a low chuckle, his own hips rolling forward, forcing another muffled groan from Jay's throat. "You hear that, babe?" he mused. "You're being mean again."
Jay's eyes snapped up to you and when he tried to move, Jake tightened his grip on his wrists, keeping him in place.
"Be a good boy," Jake taunted, a wicked grin on his face. "Then maybe—just maybe—we'll let you fuck her the way you want to."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled around Jake's cock, the words muffled but there.
You shift your hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding down on him just to watch him squirm.
Jay let out a muffled curse, his whole body trembling beneath you. His tongue flicked desperately against Jake's cock, his throat tightening around him as he tried again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Jake cursed under his breath, looking down at Jay. His boyfriend's eyes were glossy, a tear slipping from the corner of one as he struggled to hold himself back.
"Fuck," Jake whispered, pulling away, his hand coming down to swipe the tear away with his thumb.
Jay exhaled sharply, his lips slick and swollen, his eyes burning into Jake's. "Please," he rasped, voice hoarse. His gaze flickered to you, "let me touch her already."
Jake was loving every second of this, watching Jay unravel, his pride stripped away. It reminded him of the first time they ever did this, when Jay had pretended he didn't want it, when he had fought it tooth and nail—until he couldn't anymore.
Until he was begging for it, just like this.
And God, Jake had missed it. Seeing Jay like this. Watching him break down, surrender to his own desires.
Jake smirked, letting go of his wrists. "Be gentle with her," he murmured, though the words carried no real weight. He knew Jay well enough to know he was barely capable of gentleness right now.
The moment his hands were free, Jay's fingers shot to your waist, gripping you tight. His breath shuddered as he finally felt you, the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips, the way your walls clenched down around him so perfectly.
"Fuck," he hissed, his head tipping back for just a second before his gaze snapped back to you. He gave your waist a slow, experimental roll, guiding you against him.
Jay groaned, his hands sliding from your waist down to your thighs, squeezing, spreading them wider. Then, with agonizing slowness, he moved upward again—over the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, up to your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers just enough to make you gasp.
Anticipation crawling down your spine as his touch moved higher, his fingers brushing against your throat. Your eyes widened, breath stammering at what he was about to do—
But then he sat up, his grip shifting, his lips ghosting over your collarbone before trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.
The unexpected gentleness made your chest tighten. This wasn't the rough, punishing Jay you thought he would be.
"That's what she likes," Jake muttered. He had positioned himself beside you, stroking himself lazily as he watched the way your body arched against Jay's, completely entranced by the sight.
Jay's hands gripped your hips, steadying you as he rolled his hips upward, sinking deeper into your heat. A sharp gasp tore from your lips, your body instinctively adjusting, your back curving as your hands braced against his knees.
Jay groaned at the way you clenched around him, his fingers tightening against your waist, but he let you move at your own pace, letting you take what you needed.
"Ahhh, fuck!" you moaned, tilting your head back, surrendering to the feeling.
Jake sucked in a sharp breath beside you, his hand moving faster, grip tightening as he struggled to keep control. He had been holding back, savoring the view—watching the way Jay stretched you open.
But the moment he saw it. The outline of Jay's cock pressing against your stomach, the proof of just how deep he was inside you.
Jake's breath hitched, his restraint snapping instantly. His body tensed, muscles locking as a deep, guttural moan ripped from his throat. His release hit hard, ropes of hot cum streaking across your chest, trailing up to your throat. A few stray drops landed on your lips, warm and sticky.
"Goddamn it," Jake groaned, hating the sudden force of his release.
Jay exhaled sharply as he fought the urge to flip you over and take control. Instead, he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap up the mess Jake had made on your skin. Wet strokes traced from your chest up to your chin.
A moan slipped past your lips as the sensation made your hips grind down harder, each movement pressing Jay deeper inside you, the head of his cock brushing dangerously close to your cervix.
Your fingers threaded through his hair as he kissed you, swallowing the gasp that escaped when his tongue slipped past your parted lips. He groaned into your mouth, his grip tightening on your waist.
Jay was grateful you weren't much of a talker because if you so much as whispered something filthy in his ear, he'd lose it right then and there. But the way you gasped? The breathy little whimpers spilling past your lips? Fuck, that wasn't helping either.
A low whine came from behind you, and then Jake pressed himself against your back, refusing to be left out. His warm breath fanned against your ear as he reached around, one hand claiming your breast, kneading. The other hand trailed lower, brushing over your clit.
"W-wait—too much," you panted, pulling back slightly, your hands weakly pressing against their chests. Jay barely let you go, his lips chasing yours as if he couldn't stand the distance.
Jake hushed you, pressing a lingering kiss against the side of your face. "Just one more, baby," he pleaded. His forehead rested against yours, his moans intertwining with yours as he watched Jay's expression shift—his brows knitting, jaw clenched, eyes fluttering shut as he snapped his hips up, hitting deeper, harder.
Your head tipped back with a cry, thighs trembling as the pleasure became a bit much.
"Just one more," Jake whispered again, his fingers working your clit in slow, teasing circles. "I know you can take it."
"Fuck, I can't! I can't!" You shook your head wildly, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. It was too much, too intense. You don't really know if you can handle another one again.
But your helpless cries only seemed to spur them on.
Jake groaned, his hand tightening around your breast. "You're crying again," he murmured, more to himself. "So fucking pretty."
Jay's breath hitched beneath you, his grip bruising against your waist. "Jake, keep doing that—I'm gonna cum," he gritted out.
You could barely move anymore. Your body was trembling violently, you continue to shake your head, wanting to get up and take a break but Jake didn't let up, his fingers relentless, rubbing tight circles against your swollen clit.
"You're taking it so well, baby," he praised. "Come on—let go again for us."
Your vision blurred, your breath caught in your throat as a scream tore from your lips. Your body convulsed, an electric shock of ecstasy tearing through every nerve ending. Your walls clenched around Jay, milking him, you didn't know orgasm could be this good. and the feeling make him lose his mind.
"Shit—fuck!" Jay's hips stuttered, his body tensing beneath you as he continue to thrust up, spilling deep inside you with a rough groan.
His fingers dug into your flesh, holding you flush against him, making sure you took every last drop.
The overstimulation sent you spiraling again, a second orgasm ripping through you, a broken sob leaving your lips as you soaked his stomach.
Jake moaned, his own hand stroking himself, eyes locked on the way your body twitched helplessly.
Jay let out a heavy breath, his head dropping back against the pillows, chest heaving. His fingers traced the curve of your spine absentmindedly. You collapsed against him, legs still shaking, your mind floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion.
Jake's hands wrapped around your waist, dragging you away from Jay's warmth. You whimpered, your body too spent to resist.
"Please," Jake murmured against your skin, lips pressing gentle kisses down your back, "one more, okay? It'll be fast, I promise."
A shaky sob left your lips. Your body was marked, every inch of your skin imprinted with their touch—bruised fingers on your hips, deep red marks across your thighs.
You were sore, completely and utterly spent. You whisper a small "okay", praying to be done already.
Jake groaned in approval, tilting your hips up. His fingers spread over the swell of your ass, cursing under his breath as he watched Jay's cum drip from your hole.
"Holy shit," he exhaled, running his thumb through the mess before pressing it inside, watching it disappear into your heat. Your entire body twitched, another weak whine slipping past your lips.
Jay let out a breathy laugh, running a hand through his hair. He didn't think it was possible for him to be hard again so soon, but watching you collapse under Jake's touch—watching his own release spill from you, slicking up Jake's length as he slowly pressed inside—had his cock twitching to life.
"Oh my God," Jake groaned, sinking in inch by inch. The glide was effortless, Jay's cum making it easier for him to push into your overstimulated body. You were shaking beneath him, your fingers curling desperately into the bedsheets.
Jay shifted beside you, he propped himself up, watching as Jake started to move. His hand trailed down his own stomach, fingers wrapping around himself, already hard again.
Jake's rhythm grew faster, his nails digging into your waist as he slammed himself deeper, watching more of Jay's release spill down into your thigh with every thrust, no space available inside.
"F-fuck, so hot." he stuttered, his voice breaking into a whine. His jaw clenched as he watched the obscene way his cock disappeared inside you.
Jay grip your chin, tilting your head towards him. Your tongue lolled slightly, your breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Jay cursed under his breath at the sight, his strokes growing rougher on himself.
Jake let out a strangled moan. His pace turned erratic, hips snapping against yours desperately as he buried himself deep one last time, spilling inside you with a low, drawn-out groan.
"I can't! S-Stop!" You broke. Another pleasure hitting you in waves so intense it stole the breath from your lungs. Your back arched as your walls clenched down on Jake, milking every last drop from him.
Your eyes rolled back, lips parting in a silent cry.
Jay let out a sharp breath, the image of you alone pushing him over the edge. His release spilling hot and messy across your face, dripping down your chin, pooling at the corners of your mouth.
Jake slumped forward against you, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, still catching his breath. Jay breathe, hand lazily brushing against your cheek, smearing the mess across your skin.
"Perfect," Jay muttered.
Jake hummed in agreement, shifting slightly, his lips brushing against your temple. "You did so good, hmm?" His voice was soft, full of warmth.
Your limbs were too heavy, your body sinking into the mattress. A weak whimper left your lips as you nuzzled deeper into the sheets, seeking warmth, comfort.
And just like the last time—you passed out.
Jake was the first to notice, lifting his head slightly to glance down at you. His lips curled into a tired smile before he carefully shifted, pulling out of you as gently as he could. You whimpered in protest at the loss, but Jay's hands were already smoothing over your skin, grounding you.
"She's out," Jake murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face.
Jay huffed, stretching his arms before moving. "Come on, let's get her cleaned up."
Between the two of them, they carried you to the bathroom, handling your limp body with surprising gentleness. The warm water cascaded down your skin, Jake chuckled when your head lolled against Jay's shoulder, a soft sigh escaping your lips.
"She sleeps like a baby," Jake mused, reaching for a washcloth.
Jay, who was carefully holding you upright, rolled his eyes. "No shit. You wore her out."
Jake only laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before rinsing you off.
Once you were clean and dry, Jay carried you back to bed while Jake changed the sheets, replacing them with fresh ones. He pulled the blanket over your bare body, making sure you were warm before slipping in beside you.
This time, you didn't wake up alone.
Your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you noticed was warmth. A solid weight pressed against you from both sides.
Jake's arm was draped over your shoulder, pulling you flush against his chest. His face was nestled against your hair, his breath slow and deep as he snored softly.
Another hand rested against your waist, fingers barely curled against your skin. Blinking sluggishly, you tilted your head slightly, your heart stammering at the sight behind you.
Jay was there—his body pressed firmly against your back, his face relaxed in a way you'd never seen before. No furrowed brows, no tight-lipped frown. Just stillness. The quiet rise and fall of his chest against you.
His grip on your waist was loose, as if he had reached for you in his sleep without thinking.
A small, unexpected smile tugged at your lips. You let your eyes flutter shut again, exhaling softly. This time, as sleep pulled you under, you let yourself sink into their warmth.
Sunoo eyed you suspiciously as he pulled out a chair beside you, dropping two plastic bottles onto the table with a dull thud.
"Good mood?" he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.
You stretched your arms, a slow smile spreading across your lips. "Yeah, got the best sleep of my life."
Jay, who had just settled his laptop and books on the table, barely spared you a glance.
Sunoo hummed. "You said we were gonna hit the café today. What about later?"
Before you could answer, Jay cut in without looking up. "We're starting chapter four."
Sunoo blinked at him in disbelief. "What the fuck? Give me some slack! We'll do our part, just let us relax for once."
You laughed at his whining, your gaze flickering to Jay for a brief moment before reaching for one of the bottles. You twisted the cap, but it barely budged.
"God, do not buy this brand again," you groaned, straining against the stubborn lid. "It's impossible to open."
Sunoo grunted in agreement, grabbing his own bottle to try, only to meet the same struggle. "Shit, seriously. What is this? Childproof or some shit?"
Before either of you could complain further, Jay reached out, taking the bottle from your hands without a word. Effortlessly, he twisted the cap open and set it back down in front of you.
Your fingers twitched slightly, the unexpected gesture catching you off guard. Sunoo, mid-sulk, blinked at Jay in mild shock.
Jay, noticing the stare, let out a quiet sigh before grabbing Sunoo's bottle too. He twisted it open just as easily and placed it in front of him.
"You’re welcome," Jay muttered, already flipping open his laptop. Sunoo stared at the bottle, then at you, then back at Jay like he had just witnessed a supernatural event.
"Jake will be here in an hour," Jay continued, completely unbothered. "We can go to the café you wanted after we start working on the results and findings."
Sunoo’s mouth dropped open slightly, his brain short-circuiting. But instead of responding, he reached under the table and pinched your arm—hard.
You flinched, glaring at him. "Ow! What the hell?" you hissed.
But Sunoo was too busy silently squealing, his eyes wide with barely contained excitement as he watched Jay sit down, fully immersed in your research.
"Wow! You’re in a good mood too!" Sunoo blurted out, his voice slightly high-pitched with suppressed glee.
Jay didn’t even look up. "No, I just want to get this over with."
Sunoo shot you a pointed look, wiggling his brows. but you ignored him, focusing on your screen.
The three of you fell into a comfortable rhythm, typing away, until the familiar sound of footsteps approached. Before you could react, Jake appeared behind you, nuzzling his cheek against yours with a content hum.
"Missed me?" he teased, before pulling back to press a quick kiss on Jay’s temple, his arms sneaking around his boyfriend’s waist.
Sunoo wrinkled his nose. "Ugh, can you two not?"
Jake only grinned, unbothered, before turning his attention back to you. "So, café time?"
You perked up, excitement buzzing through you. "Yes! I’ve been waiting all day to try that matcha-strawberry drink."
Sunoo clapped his hands together. "Finally, a reward for my suffering!"
Without hesitation, you pushed back your chair and stood up, eager to leave. Jake and Sunoo flanked you immediately, chatting animatedly about the menu, already making plans to order half the pastries just to "test them out properly."
As the three of you made your way down the hallway, you couldn’t help but peek over your shoulder.
Jay was trailing behind as usual, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder, his pace slower.
Without thinking, you pulled away from Sunoo and Jake, slowing your steps until you were beside him. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his, tugging him forward.
"Come on, walk faster. We're starving for sweets already," you whispered, your voice light and teasing.
Jay stiffened for a second, his eyes flicking down to where you held onto him. But then, his shoulders relaxed, and to your surprise, the corner of his lips quirked up in the faintest half-smile.
Jake, watching the scene unfold, let out a small, pleased hum. His lips curled in amusement before he smoothly moved to Jay’s other side, slinging an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
Sunoo, who had been watching with wide eyes, suddenly grinned. "Well, well, well," he muttered under his breath, clearly enjoying whatever was happening. Then, without hesitation, he threw himself onto your other side, dramatically resting his head against your shoulder.
The four of you continued walking, your steps now in sync, voices mixing together in overlapping conversation.
As you walked, still nestled against Jay’s side, you squinted at Jake, who was already watching you with mischief in his eyes.
Jake stuck his tongue out playfully, then made a ridiculous face, his brows wiggling as he tried to get a reaction out of you.
You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the small smile creeping onto your lips.
Jay, stuck in the middle, let out a grunt, clearly unimpressed. "Do you two ever stop?" he muttered.
Jake only grinned wider. "Nope."
Jay huffed, but his attention flickered to you again. He watched the way your eyes softened whenever you looked at Jake, the way your laughter was bright, effortless.
He had convinced himself that his irritation, his short fuse around you, was justified. That pushing you away, acting indifferent, was the only way to keep things from spiraling out of control. But now, walking beside you, his arm still loosely wrapped around your frame, he felt something shift.
Jay didn’t feel that usual, biting irritation clawing at his chest and more importantly—he wasn’t so sour about it.
SUMMARY: Sex should've been the most electrifying experience. But for you, no matter how much you indulge, it's always the same—the burning, the discomfort, the frustration of never getting there. So when another couple invites you into their bed, you wonder—Will indulgence finally taste the way it should?
PAIRING: bisexual jay and jake x pansexual reader
WARNING: explicit content warnings are listed on each chapter, HEAVY smut everyone is either gay or fruity, threesome (switch jake, mean dom jay x sub reader), some scenes are slightly dubcon. there will be mxm anal sex. don't like? don't read. MDNI!
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CHAPTER 1 – SO BITTER
— Getting invited into bed with two insanely hot guys? A dream come true. Sim Jaeyun is everything you’ve ever fantasized about, soft, sweet, impossible to resist. And his boyfriend? Park Jongseong is the perfect mix of manly, dominant, and dangerously addictive.
So when they invited you to join their bed activities, you can't argue to say no despite of your situation. Who could blame you? They're insanely sexy and they're the ones insisting. They want you there. So why the hell is Jay acting so bitter about it?
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CHAPTER 2 – OOPS, IT'S SOUR
— The sex was good. So fucking good. But somehow, Jay is making things difficult afterward. His sharp comments, his rough attitude, the way he keeps looking at you like you’re something he regrets. Annoying. Irritating. You need to be careful with the way you talk 'cause— oops, it's sour.
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CHAPTER 3 – WHY ARE YOU SO SALTY?
This was supposed to be just sex—no feelings, no attachments. What happened in bed was meant to stay there. Jake and Jay were perfect together, an undeniably loving couple who had everything. From the very beginning, you were just a third, nothing more. So why does it feel like you’re the only one left out? Fuck, why are you salty?
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CHAPTER 4 - SHOW ME SPICY
Avoidance was your only way to move forward, but Jay and Jake weren’t about to let you slip away so easily. How could you pretend you didn’t want them when your body told a different story? If you wanted to play stubborn, fine. But brats don’t get to run—they get put in their place. And they were more than ready to show you exactly what spicy really meant.
