!! synopsis: you get jealous watching jake sweet talk his fans on live. he thinks you're mad at him, but then he realizes the truth, you want him to talk you through it. so he does.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom jake, sub reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, pet names, piv, unprotected sex (dont!), lots of jake sweet talking, lowkey js smut icl
!! wc: 3k
!! a/n: i physically cannot get this live out of my head i lit wrote this at midnight in like 2 hours with talk u through it by kwn blasting in my ears.
You knew it was stupid before you even felt it.
Jake was on live like he always was, like he loved to be leaning back in his chair with that lazy, pretty smile that made thousands of fans lose their minds in the chat. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. Glasses falling low on his nose causing him to keep pushing it back with one hand while he read comments out loud in that low, warm voice.
"Is the music too loud? You gotta tell me, you gotta communicate."
"Uh huh uh huh, you funny."
"How do you say it? you gotta tell me."
"It's gonna be a good tour so I want everybody here to come."
Your jaw clenched.
You were sitting on the edge of his bed, just out of frame, pretending to scroll through your phone. But you weren't reading a single word. All you could hear was him your Jake talking to fans in that soft, commanding tone.
Whatever it was.
He ended the stream twenty minutes later with a warm "Goodbye, I love you all " and a wink that made your stomach twist.
The room went quiet.
He spun in his chair, stretched his arms over his head, and finally looked at you. His smile was easy, unguarded. "You're quiet."
You shrugged. "Just tired."
Jake's eyes narrowed slightly. He stood up, crossed the room, and sat on the bed next to you. Close.
"Did I do something?" he asked softly.
"No."
"Liar."
You finally looked at him. His expression wasn't teasing yet. It was careful. Curious. Like he was genuinely trying to figure out what he'd done wrong.
"You didn't do anything," you snapped. And meant it, kind of. He hadn't done anything. He was just him. And that was the problem.
Jake tilted his head. Then his lips twitched.
"Oh," he said slowly. A new light flickered in his eyes. "Oh."
"What?"
"You're jealous."
"I'm not"
"You are." His voice dropped. Not mean. Just certain. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers dragging lightly along your skin. "You've been sitting here frowning at your phone for twenty minutes because I was nice to my fans."
Your face went hot. "I wasn't frowning."
"You were pouting."
"I don't pout."
Jake laughed soft and low and leaned closer. His knee pressed against yours. "You're doing it right now."
You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because he was looking at you the way he looked at the camera, but more. Deeper. Hungrier.
"Baby," he said quietly. The word hit you differently now. Private. "You want me to talk you through it?"
Your breath caught.
There it was.
Your whole body went weak, like he'd pulled a string and everything inside you unraveled. Your phone slipped from your hand onto the bed.
Jake noticed. His smile turned slow. Knowing.
"Yeah," he whispered. "There you are."
"You're shaking," he said softly, not even a question.
You were. Your fingers trembled against your thighs, and you didn't know if it was adrenaline or nerves or the way he was looking at you so intently.
"I'm fine," you whispered.
You could smell his cologne clean, warm, a little smoky. He tilted his head, and one hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
"You're not fine," he said. "But you will be. Because I'm going to take good care of you, okay?"
Your breath caught. "And how are you going to do that?"
His smile was gentle. Almost sweet. But his eyes weren't.
"By giving you exactly what you need but before I do that you're going to give me what I want since you didn't want to admit you're jealous."
Before you know it you're on your knees in front of him, and you've never felt more exposed not because of what you're about to do, but because of the way he's looking at you. Jakes eyes are dark, half lidded, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. His hand comes down gently to cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
"Wait." His voice is quiet but firm. "Look at me first."
You do. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip.
"You're gonna tell me if it's too much, yeah? Just tap my leg. Twice. Can you do that for me?"
You nod again, and he smiles that slow, teasing smile that makes your stomach flip.
"Good girl. Now go ahead. Take it off."
Your fingers hook under the elastic. He lifts his hips just enough to help you, and you pull his sweats down slowly, then his boxers. He's already hard, and you hear him let out a soft breath when the air hits his skin.
"There you go," he murmurs. "That's it."
You wrap your hand around him first, just to feel the weight of it. He groans quietly, his head falling back against the wall for a second before he looks down at you again.
"Whenever you're ready, baby. No rush."
You lean in and lick a slow stripe from the base to the tip. His hand moves to your hair not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading through softly.
"Just like that," he says, his voice already rougher. "Warm me up first. Nice and slow."
You take the tip into your mouth and he inhales sharply.
"Oh- yeah. There ya go. That's it. Just a little at a time. You don't have to take it all."
His hands guides you gently, not forcing, just showing you the rhythm he likes. You sink down a little more causing your spit to drip down, he lets out a shaky laugh.
"Messy already, huh?" he says, thumb wiping a bit of spit from the corner of your mouth. "You're doing so good. So fuckin' good."
You moan around him, and he feels it his thigh tenses next to your cheek.
"Fuck. Do that again."
You do. His grip in your hair tightens just slightly, not hard, just there.
"Breathe through your nose," he reminds you. "There you go. You're a natural, you know that?"
You pull off for a second to catch your breath, and a string of spit connects you to him. He looks down at it, then back at your face, and his expression goes soft and dark at the same time.
"Look at you. All messy for me." He cups your cheek. "You want to keep going?"
"Yes," you whisper.
"Yeah? You want me to talk you through it?"
"Please."
He grins. "Then get back here."
You take him in your mouth again, deeper this time, and his composure cracks just a little. A low groan escapes him, and his hips twitch forward before he catches himself.
"Easy," he breathes. "I got you. You're okay. Just- yeah, fuck right there. Stay right there for a second."
He holds you still, not deep throating, just letting you feel him pulse on your tongue. His thumb strokes your cheekbone.
"You feel that? That's you. You're doing that to me."
You look up at him with watery eyes, and something in his face breaks open.
"Holy fuck," he whispers. "You're so fucking pretty like this."
You start moving again, finding a rhythm, and he lets you lead for a while just his hand in your hair, his voice a constant stream above you.
"That's it. Good girl. Don't rush. Just take what you can."
Spit drips down your chin. You don't care. He doesn't either in fact, he watches it happen and groans.
"So messy. I love it. I love you like this."
His breathing gets heavier. His hips start moving in small, shallow thrusts not rough, just desperate.
"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm close. You want me to pull out?"
You shake your head as best you can with him in your mouth.
"Yeah? You want it?"
You moan yes.
"Okay. Okay, baby. Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop- don't stop, you're almost there-"
His voice gets breathy and higher.
"I'm gonna- fuck, fuck right there you're so good "
He cums with a choked sound, his hand cradling the back of your head, holding you gently in place as he spills into your mouth.
"That's it. Take it. You did so good. So fuckin' good for me. I got you. I got you."
When he's done, he pulls you off slowly and immediately pushes his fingers in your mouth to make you show him you swallowed. His forehead presses against yours, both of you breathing hard.
"Fuck you're so perfect for me," he whispers, wiping your mouth with his thumb. "You okay?"
You nod, trembling.
He laughs softly. "Now come here. My turn."
He didn't rush.
That was the first thing you learned about Jake when the cameras were off. He didn't grab or tear or demand. He asked, but in a way that left no room for you to say no.
"Lay back for me," he said quietly.
You laid.
"Good fucking girl."
Those three words hit you somewhere deep, and he saw it. Of course he saw it. He saw everything.
His hands landed on your shoulders warm, solid, grounding. His mouth found your ear.
"I'm gonna take care of you," he murmured. "But you have to listen to me. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Say yes, Jake.'"
Your throat tightened. "Yes, Jake."
His hands slid down your arms slowly, like he was memorizing you. When he reached your wrists, he didn't grab them he just circled them with his fingers and held.
"I want you to feel everything," he said. "But I don't want you to think. Just feel. Just listen to my voice. Can you do that for me?"
"Fuck yes I can Jake."
"Good."
Then he kissed you.
It wasn't messy at first. It was slow, deliberate, his lips coaxing yours open like he had all the time in the world. One hand stayed on your wrist. The other slid into your hair, gentle but firm, tilting your head exactly where he wanted it.
When he pulled back, you almost whimpered.
"Shh," he breathed. "I've got you. I'm right here."
His thumb traced your cheekbone. "You feel so good already, and I've barely touched you. Do you know that? Do you know how hard it is for me to go this slow?"
You shook your head, lost.
"I'll show you," he said. "But first take off your shirt."
Your hands moved before your brain caught up. The fabric slipped over your head, and suddenly you were standing in front of him in just your bra, and his gaze dropped like a physical weight.
"Gosh so beautiful," he said softly. "Now tell me. Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes."
"Say it all the way."
"I want you to keep going, Jake please."
His smile was warm, but his voice dropped lower. "Then look all pretty for me while you keep your eyes on me." "I'm going to give you what you deserve cause you've been so good to me," he said. "And every time you feel like you're getting lost, I want you to look at me and watch me talk you through it. Can you do that?"
You nodded.
"Cmon use your words, baby."
"Yes, Jake. I can do that."
"Good girl."
His hand moved first to your side just a slow drag of his fingers from your ribs down to your hip. Then back up. Then down again, lower each time, until his thumb brushed the waistband of your pants.
"You're already breathing so fast," he observed, like he was fascinated. "I love that. I love that I can do this to you without even trying."
His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, just barely. Just enough to make your hips lift off the bed.
"Ah ah," he murmured. "Stay still. I'll give you what you need, but you have to let me lead. Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
"Perfect."
He pulled your pants down slowly, agonizingly slowly his knuckles grazing your thighs the whole way. When you were bare from the waist down, he just stopped and looked at you.
"You're so wet already," he said, and it wasn't teasing. It was reverent. "Goodness. You really do want this, don't you?"
You couldn't speak. You just nodded.
"I know," he said. "I know, baby. And I'm gonna make you feel so good."
He lowered himself until his mouth was right next to your ear.
"I'm going to put my fingers inside you now," he said, voice low and steady. "And I want you to tell me how it feels. Every single thing. Don't hold back. Can you do that?"
"Mhmm yes Jake yes."
"Then show me."
When his fingers finally touched you just a light, teasing press you gasped so loud you almost scared yourself.
"That's it," he said, circling slowly. "That's exactly it. Let me hear you."
He pushed one finger inside, and your back arched.
"Oh-"
"Yeah," he breathed. "Feel that? That's just the beginning. You're taking me so well already. So fucking good for me."
He added a second finger, and you grabbed his wrist not to stop him, just to hold onto something.
"I know," he said. "I know it's a lot. But you can take it. You're doing so good. Just breathe for me."
He started a rhythm slow, deep, curling his fingers on every pull back. And he kept talking. Kept guiding.
"Every time I do this," he said, pressing exactly where you needed him, "you squeeze around me. Do you feel that? Do you feel how your body knows what to do?"
"Yes- yes, Jake-"
"You're close already, aren't you?"
You couldn't lie. "Yes."
"Not yet," he said, and pulled his fingers out.
You almost cried.
"Shh, shh, shh," he cooed, kissing your forehead. "You gotta listen to me pretty and right now, I'm telling you you're not cumming until I'm inside you. You understand?"
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please, Jake- I need you-"
He smiled. That same gentle, devastating smile. "That's all you had to say."
He pulled off his own clothes in a way that should have been rushed but wasn't. Every movement was deliberate. When he was bare, he knelt between your legs and wrapped a hand around himself, stroking once, twice.
"Look at me," he said.
You looked.
"I'm going to go slow," he said. "But I'm not going to stop. If it's too much, you tell me yeah? I'll be right here through everything Understand?"
"Yes, Jake."
He lined himself up, and then he pushed inside just an inch. Just enough to make you both gasp.
"Oh my god-"
"I know," he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. "I know, baby. You feel- fuck- you feel so good. Better than I imagined. And I've imagined this a lot."
He pushed deeper, and your nails dug into his shoulders.
"That's it," he whispered. "Take all of me. You're doing so good. So fucking good for me."
When he was fully inside, he stopped. Just held there, letting you adjust, his breath hot and shaky against your cheek.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes- yes, please don't stop "
"I won't," he said. "I'm gonna move now. And I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away."
He started moving slow at first, then deeper, then faster in a way that was still controlled but just on the edge of messy. His hips snapped against yours, and the sound of it filled the room.
"You feel that?" he breathed. "That's me inside you. That's me taking care of you. You're not thinking about anything else right now, are you?"
You shook your head, barely able to speak.
"No," he said. "Because I've got you. I've got all of you. And you're so- god- you're so perfect like this all fucked out. Messy and loud and all mine."
His hand slid between your bodies and found you he pressed exactly where you needed him and you shattered.
"Let go for me baby," he commanded softly. "I've got you.
You did. You cum undone completely, crying out his name, and he followed right after burying his face in your neck and groaning low and long as he spilled inside you.
He didn't stop talking, even then.
"That's it," he murmured against your skin. "That's my good girl. You did so well. You took everything I gave you. I'm so proud of you."
Afterward, he didn't pull away.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand cradling the back of your head. Then he eased out slowly and gathered you against his chest.
"You okay?" he asked again.
You nodded against his shoulder, still trembling.
"Talk to me," he said softly. "I need to hear your voice."
"That was-" you started, then laughed weakly. "I can't even think."
He smiled and kissed your hair. "Good. That's what I wanted."
He pulled the blanket over both of you and held you tighter.
"You were so good for me," he said one more time. "And tomorrow, I'm gonna talk you through it all over again."
𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， jake loves you too much to take his glasses off
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“jake— are you seriously— with your glasses on?”
jake looks up at you from between your thighs and if you weren’t already undone, seeing his lips glisten and his chin damp would’ve done the trick. his glasses cling low to the bridge of his nose, the black frames fogging with his breath.
“what?” he grins, and you find it infuriatingly endearing. “i need to see what im doing.”
“theyre fogging up!”
you try to press a giggle back, jake is funny sometimes. “they’re fine.”
he lowers his head to your core and you forget your complaints when his tongue glides flat and heated over your folds, dipping neatly inside.
you fall back onto the bed, fingers tangling in jake’s hair as he makes a humming sound against you, the vibrations sends sparks up your spine.
jake is good at this, always has been, but tonight he’s showing off. his tongue traces slow circles around you before flicking at your opening and dragging up, seeking out the place where you need him most.
“oh”, you whine. “oh fuck.”
“the clitoris”, he says against you, pulling his head back enough to meet your gaze, eyes becoming glossy as if he wants something more. “did you know it has over eight thousand nerve endings? the most of any part of the human body.”
“jake.” you threaten, fingers finding his temple as he continues to suck gently on your clit, his other hand splayed over the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“its educational,” he teases.
you laugh, a high pitched giggle that turns into a moan when jake sucks your clit into his mouth. your hips buck upwards as he braces himself over you.
“you’re such a nerd,” you manage to say through your moans.
“you are dating a nerd,” he says against your skin. “you knew what you were getting into.”
jake eases two fingers into you as you groan, your head falling back. he uses the stretch of his fingers to find the place deep inside you that makes your whole body twitch. his fingers are long and beautifully angled, curling in just the right way to send another pulse of sensation through you.
“see?” he murmurs, his mouth pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “angles and vectors, all geometry.”
“shut up,” you gasp, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as you try to catch your breath. “ah— jake!”
“the g-spot is actually part of the clitoral structure,” he says, his fingers sliding in and out as his mouth finds your core again. “it all connects.”
“jake, i swear—”
“did you know that the clitoris is shaped like a wishbone?” he asks, tracing slow patterns along you with his tongue, working you over from bottom to top. you forget what you were about to say when he begins rolling his tongue over your clit in fast, shallow strokes.
you are so close, already writhing, and jake knows it, he always knows it. he knows your body the way he knows his textbooks, every little sound and reaction to a chapter he memorizes with devotion.
“you’re gonna come for me, baby?”
jake asks, his voice thick with something between amusement and need as his tongue skates over your thigh. “on my face? are you really going to do it? let’s test it, shall we?”
“your— fuck, glasses—!”
“forget the glasses.”
they are completely fogged over now, all opaque. its absurd, really, the way his tongue flicks over you in short bursts while his fingers curl inside you, making you dizzy with need. you can barely focus on what he says next.
“take them off,” you whine, practically begging. “jake— ”
“cant, im too busy recalling the theory of..” he says, practically purring. you find yourself laughing and whimpering at the same time.
“that doesnt even— thats not how it—”
“maybe physics isnt my strongest subject.” jake sighs dramatically before his tongue licks insistently at your folds, his fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. he manages to ignore the fog on his glasses long enough for you to climax, shuddering and whimpering his name as your thighs shake on either side of his head. jake hums against your skin.
“come on, baby,” he groans, voice rough. “let me taste it. let me have it.”
“ah— jake!”
“i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”
your orgasm rolls over you, until you are gasping your release into the air, your back arching violently. your fingers dig into jakes scalp, his hair splayed out on either side of your hips. jake licks at you determinedly until your whimpers die down, your body limp, exhausted.
you push his head away weakly.
jake grins, finally lifting himself off of you, his chin glistening. he peeks up at you, the lenses blurred with condensation.
“see?” he says, sliding them up his nose. “perfectly functional.”
“you can’t see a thing.” you scoff.
“i can see enough, princess.”
jake leans over you, his head hovering just above your torso as he peppering kisses all over your body. you taste yourself on his lips when his glasses press against your cheek, warm and fuzzy.
you lift his head by the back of his skull, kissing him thoroughly before sliding his glasses off his face.
“hey,” he whines, blinking up at you. his lashes cast shadows across his cheeks. jake’s face is softer without the frames.
“i was going for a look.” he mumbles softly.
you raise your eyebrows, “the look was clouded nerd who cant see.”
“hey, that’s a classic aesthetic!”
you laugh, pulling him down on top of you. jake melts against you, kissing your collarbone, his fingers finding the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“i could go again,” he murmurs, voice heavy with intent. “we could run another trial. for science.”
“for science,” you repeat, laughing when jake’s fingers push into you once more, coaxing another moan from your lips as his glasses sit on the nightstand, forgotten.
스루 ܃ first time uploading smut im so scared TT could be my last too idk. but i would LOVE some feedbacks / suggestions on it tho! will kiss u heh :3
the sweetest fruits are always forbidden, and in this case, it's your two new stepbrothers ❤︎
PAIRING⟢ lee heeseung x sim jaeyun x f!reader
TAGS ──── ⚠️ MDNI, porn with plot ( 8.3k ) ft. nerd bsf! sunghoon, stepcest, morally gray characters, finger sucking, food play, dry humping, wet dream, oral (f!receiving), clit play, threesome, virginity loss, piv, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!), double penetration, choking, spanking, praise kink, degradation, use of word slut, creampie, orgasm denial, belly bulge, they're SO freaked out, nasty smut, heejake are seniors y/n & hoon are juniors (all characters are 18+)
NOTE based on this ask!
WHEN YOUR MOM showed you the ring on her finger the size of an actual rock, you were happy.
she’d finally met someone. a good man, who always smiled at you, asked how your classes were going, and reminded you to eat on time with a faint frown. one who surprisingly didn’t look at you like you were some extra baggage, unlike her past flings, who considered you the annoying fee they paid to be with your hot young mother. “a total milf,” they would comment. sure, they were all passionate and steamy—but then they fizzled out just as quickly.
so, when she packed your entire life up into neat cardboard boxes at the speed of light—not that it would take so long, given the humble shoebox apartment you lived in—you were so happy for her. you’d never seen her smile so much and go so long without complaining about the broken AC. it was like nothing could faze her.
so, why is it that now that you’re all settled into your new house, with its marble floor and spiraling staircase and a walk-in bedroom closet the size of your old living room, you just feel so…
…unhappy?
all the spaciousness and grandeur of it all wasn’t lost on you. but it just felt unfamiliar, and that’s what made it all the more scary. it’s not like you missed your old life. you just felt like you didn’t fit into your new one.
take, for example, the prep school your stepfather had enrolled you in. full of prissy teenagers with ruffled skirts and fresh blowouts and faces that looked as if they were carved by angels—not really, just the work of their family’s plastic surgeon.
but none of it hid their rotten interiors.
you felt their vulture eyes on you every time you passed by, whispering in hushed tones about how your mom had apparently swindled her new husband. how they couldn’t fathom the likes of you breathing the same air as them.
it all probably would’ve completely broken you—if it weren’t for your stepbrothers. honestly, they were absolute lifesavers.
heeseung and jake always accompanied you to every one of your classes, heeseung’s hand on your lower back was a warm, steady presence that held your edges together as you tried to tune out the noise of all the stares and snickers. and jake would take your hand in his, murmuring, “don’t worry about them, just focus on this,” rubbing the insides of your wrist to ground you.
what you didn’t notice was the very next second after you’d walked into class, they would turn around and shoot the most venomous glare at those girls, a silent threat that didn’t go unnoticed as they quieted down instantly.
it was all very surprising. the way people at school seemed to be almost worship them.
of course, you noticed how the crowd parted whenever they appeared in the hallway. how the table you three sat was somehow always left empty, as if specially reserved, even in a cafeteria where people would fight just for a seat.
once, a freshman tripped over his unlaced seakers, spilling a can of orange pop soda near you guys. heeseung had just looked at him blankly. it’s not like he was even aggressive or anything. you’d actually never seen him lose his temper. he was such a calm person. but the guy blabbered hundreds of apologies and scurried to wipe it up as if he was being chased.
you didn’t see what all the fuss was about. they were so painstakingly ordinary. you often wondered what people would say if they saw the way they acted at home. just two rowdy high school boys making a mess in the kitchen when they were supposed to be doing chores, yelling over each other so loudly when playing video games that your stepdad had to cut off the WiFi so he could holler at them and get them to finally stop.
but you really didn’t know what you would do without them—and your best friend, sunghoon.
SUNGHOON HAD a skittish temperament. he was six feet tall, but he always slouched. he didn’t speak unless spoken to. so, when he approached you to pair up in chemistry lab, it was safe to say you were intrigued.
he had quickly explained, a slight tremor to his voice and black locks falling into his face, that it was because he had overheard from the advisor that you were joining the science olympiad, so he trusted that you “won’t mess everything up like these idiots.”
after that, it was basically history. with you, and your shared nonexistent popularity, you guessed he just felt comfortable to be himself. he could relate to being on the lowest rung of the hierarchy.
in the past, he’d struggle to choke up a full sentence and function as a member of civil society. but funnily enough, these days, it seemed like you couldn’t get him stop talking. he would ramble on and on about the unique properties of alkalines or another one of his current hyperfixations. in response, you would bump his shoulder and roll your eyes jokingly, telling him, “we get itt,” and he would flush a deep red, going mute and absentmindedly rubbing that same spot on his shoulder the rest of the day. had you actually hurt him or something? you were getting concerned.
but today, he looked even more skittish than usual. in a way that had nothing to do with this temperament. you didn’t think it was possible, but here he was, completely avoiding eye contact with you, murmuring a quick, “hey,” as he brushed past you and sat all the way in the back of class.
weird.
you wanted to ask him what was wrong, but then the teacher had started the lecture, so you had to sit down.
after class, he practically ran out the door. you caught up to him, grabbing his wrist. “sunghoon, wait!”
he stilled, shrugging out of your grasp as if your touch had burned him. it made bile rise in your throat.
why was he being so weird? like, did you smell or something?
he turned to you, looking down at the floor, and that’s when you noticed the sickly green color of his skin. you catalogued each observation as if it could help you piece together what he wasn’t telling you. his gaunt dark circles, sunken cheekbones, mussed uniform, and split lip. sunghoon was one of the most meticulous people you knew. he even ironed his bed sheets, something he’d told you in confidence. so the fact he looked so unkempt only confirmed to you that he wasn’t well.
“are you ok? you look sick. is something wrong?”
“it’s nothing,” he mumbled under his breath, all too quick that you knew to press further.
“don’t lie to me, hoonie. what is it? why are you avoiding me?”
he sighed so deeply that it sounded like he was carrying something heavier than he let on, and finally looked up at you. and the look in his wide, glassy eyes made your blood run cold. he looked fucking scared. yes, he was scared of a lot of things. the dark. the yellow teletubby. his mother’s voicemails. but not you. never you.
“i don’t think we should really be friends anymore.”
your stomach dropped. each word cut into your heart like daggers.
“w-what? why are you saying this? did i do something wrong?”
“no, i just don’t think it’s a good idea. i’ve realized that we’re too different. you’re not on my level.”
what the fuck.
the tears brimmed hot and ready to fall. your chest caved in and your voice felt all too weak when you whispered, “you don’t mean that.”
“no, i do. you’re a nobody. i don’t want to be associated with you.”
and that’s what did it, the tears streaming down your face. you wanted to scream. you wanted to demand an explanation, because this was just ridiculous. you wanted to shake him until the sick monster wearing sunghoon’s face with sunghoon’s voice disappeared and you got your sunghoon back.
but the words died in your throat.
you’d never expected this. from sunghoon, of all people? sure, people hated you and your guts. sure, most of them never acknowledged your presence and when they did, it was only to giggle at you behind your back, but sunghoon? he was your best friend.
your only friend.
he turned away before he could see you crumple to the ground.
WHEN YOU ARRIVED at home, you didn’t say a word to anyone. usually, you would at least smile and ask martha, the housekeeper, how her grandchildren were doing.
but today, you didn’t have it in you to care. in fact, you could barely feel your limbs as you sprawled on your bed like a starfish. the tears had stopped long ago because you’d bled your body dry. your throat was achy, and your clothes felt sticky, and you really wanted to take a shower, but you couldn’t even move.
a small knock on your door resounded.
you hiccuped, mumbling, “come in.”
heeseung and jake stood in the corridor, eyes wide at your state of complete disarray. god, you probably looked like such a mess right now. you didn’t want them to see you like this. you didn’t want to make them think you were always some weak helpless thing they had to protect all the time. a burden. you quickly wiped your face, getting up already, when jake stopped you, a hand on your shoulder, propping up the pillows behind you and tucking the blanket over you.
“you should take it easy. we could hear you crying for hours, it felt like it was never gonna stop. your body needs the rest.”
heeseung nodded along, handing you a bottle of water and gently tipping it up so you could take small sips as he asked, “do you want to talk about it? it’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“no, i think i’ll feel better telling you guys. i feel like i’m going crazy and i don’t know if i’m being dramatic.”
you took a deep breath. “so, you know sunghoon?”
“the kid that’s always following you around like a lost puppy?” jake snickered. heeseung bumped him with this elbow, “sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “what about him?”
“he told me today that he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. he cut off our friendship. like, we almost, broke up? i don’t know what to even call it. can you even break up as friends?” you rambled, the words spilling out of you, because you needed the sound of your voice to drone out your thoughts, the way the moment replayed in your head like a broken CD. “i don’t even know what i did wrong. and when i asked him, he said, i’m not on h-his l-level. can you believe it? since when did that kind of stuff even matter to him? he just seems like a completely different person.”
jake cut in, “because he is. he’s just showing his true colors.”
heeseung added on, “jake’s right, y/nnie. you don’t need anyone who doesn’t appreciate you in their life. your feelings are valid. he was being an asshole, but he doesn’t deserve your tears. this is just who he is, and today you finally found out.”
“w-what do you mean?” sunghoon was harsh today, but he wasn’t a bad person. he spent his free time volunteering at the bunny shelter, for god’s sake.
jake’s voice was sweet, but it didn’t do anything to land the blow of his words, “haven’t you heard? sunghoon’s been talking a big game about you. during P.E. in the locker room, he was bragging about how he became friends with you and how you guys are so close, all so that he could finally hit it.”
“what.”
heeseung explained, “he only became your friend, because he thought you would eventually sleep with him. and i guess, well, since you haven’t, he dropped you,” he shrugged.
“no, i know what that means, i’m just in shock.”
heeseung rubbed slow circles on your back, “i know it’s a lot to take in. we overheard from some of the guys earlier. we were going to tell you, but then all this went down. i’m sorry, y/n.”
you nodded along, his touch a slight respite to your heavy heart. it made sense. sunghoon was only being nice to you for this digustingly selfish reason and now he’d come clean because he didn’t feel the need to keep up the act any longer. after all, who in the world could truly switch up that fast?
“thank you, guys,” your voice was broken and raspy, but you still hoped they heard the gratefulness in it. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
THE NEXT FEW DAYS passed by in a blur. eat (barely). coffee (way too much). study. repeat. (note: the lack of the word sleep). you’d spent every waking moment camping out in the library, under the guise of preparing for exams, but really, it was to keep yourself so buried in your work that you didn’t feel anything else—just numb—not even the hurt or heartbreak of anything tied to a particularly pale and lanky ex-friend of yours.
now, finished with all your exams, you were planning to spend the rest of the night cooped up in your room, like always, re-reading some stupid romance novel for the hundredth time until your eyes got bleary and sleep took over, because otherwise, it was too hard to fall asleep these days.
but then, jake barged into your room and announced to nobody in particular, “this is so not it.”
“who cares. just leave me alone, jake,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and turning over in bed so your back was facing him.
he turned you back, taking the book from your hands quicker than you could say no. “hey, i care. hell, you’ve been completely isolated from society the last 2 fucking weeks. you need to get out of this goddamn room. i swear it’s making you depressed.”
“okay, fine, whatever,” you relented, too tired to argue, as he dragged you out of bed and into the gaming room. yes, they had a whole separate room just for their antics (funded by daddy dearest, of course).
the walls were a dark gray, and there were thick blackout curtains prepared to make it the most comfortable viewing experience. red LED lights washed the room in a soft glow and two leather gaming chairs sat in front of the flatscreen smart TV. trinkets and figurines, from limited edition legos to toy story, were displayed on the wall shelves.
“hey y/n,” heeseung nodded over at you with a small smile, still practically glued to the screen.
“there’s no space for me to sit, see? i’ll just go back,” you swiftly turned, already trying to escape—but jake caught your wrist in time, “no biggie. you can share with one of us.”
“yeah, come on, you can sit with me,” heeseung patted at the space next to him on the chair, although it looked nowhere near big enough for anyone, really.
regardless, you swallowed any hesitation you had because of how nice they were being to you. so, you cleared your throat and plopped down, desperately trying to squeeze in, huffing when it became clear it was impossible. literally only a toddler could fit here. “it’s not enough space,” you mumbled, already getting up—but heeseung pulled you back down.
on his lap, this time.
your cheeks went hot as you squirmed around, still trying to get up, but he held the controller in one hand and placed the other on your thigh, stilling you in an attempt to calm your nerves. instinctively, you looked down and something about the sight of his tan, large, callused hand against your soft thighs, the firmness of his grip, how easily he’d commanded your focus, it all made your stomach flip for reasons you couldn’t exactly name.
heeseung broke you out of your thoughts. “just stop moving around and enjoy the game, y/n. come on, you’ve been holed up in your room for god knows how long. so, just take your mind off things and have a good time, yeah?”
you turned around to look at him, his soft gaze and huge brown eyes that held only care and concern for you. you think if heeseung looked at anyone like that and asked anything, they could do nothing else but agree. so you found yourself nodding along, you were truly grateful, but inside, you just felt incredibly guilty. you couldn’t stop replaying sunghoon’s harsh words and somehow they’d absorbed into you. a new insecurity that you’d internalized fully. that you were somebody that was difficult to be around. that it was hard for people to like you. that you weren’t on their level.
your eyes flit to the floor. “i know, hee, but i feel bad, i’m disturbing you guys and making you literally carry me right now,” you mumbled, only voicing half of what was swimming inside your head.
he tucked a misplaced strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering at your jaw, tilting your downcast head up again. “hey, look at me. it’s okay, i really don’t mind. you’re fun to be around and we want you here. with us.” he looked at jake for a moment, who nodded in solidarity and agreement. “not inside of that crazy head of yours. and if i really minded, y/n, i would tell you, i promise.”
you’re fun to be around.
we want you here.
with just two sentences, heeseung had singlehandedly addressed the gnarly things you’d try to run away from these past few weeks. how was he so good at this? were you really that transparent? still, every single one of those words acted like a balm to the wounds that were yet to heal. it didn’t completely fix everything, of course. a small part of you, a faint voice ringing in your ears, refused to believe that he really meant it. that you deserved such kind words. but you droned it out. instead, you allowed yourself to soak in the warmth of his words. immediately, your mood was brighter, a small smile twitching at your mouth.
with that, you felt less embarrassed or like you were overstepping. so you finally relaxed into heeseung, practically using him like a pillow, as he brought his arms back around you, holding the controller. everyone went back to focusing on the game. it was quite entertaining actually, especially when jake would yell at the screen like a madman every time heeseung beat him. it had been a while since you’d had this much fun. things were going well.
yeah, for a grand total of five minutes.
because right then, you felt an unmistakable hardness against your lower back. at first, it didn’t even register, because you refused to acknowledge it. maybe if you pretended it didn’t exist, it wouldn’t. totally solid logic, y/n. you told yourself it was just a natural reaction. heeseung was a young man, so of course, he had these fundamental biological reactions. he couldn’t help it. it was completely normal and nothing to fuss about. you felt guilty for even putting him in this position in the first place, he was being so nice and accommodating, just to get you out of your head, so you didn’t want to make him feel all weird about it and humiliate him.
but then, you felt it nudge against your core, down there, catching at the spongy entrance of your pussy covered only by a flimsy pair of panties and the silk nightdress that you were wearing.
you practically flew out of your seat.
“what is it? is something wrong?” heeseung peered up at you with wide eyes, a small frown tugging at his mouth.
jake removed his headset and looked at you both curiously, his brows furrowed in confusion.
whatever excuse you were going to say to get back to your room evaporated instantly in the back of your throat. they were being so sweet and trying to include you so you didn’t feel so alone. you didn’t want to ruin everything or seem difficult or rude. you didn’t want to prove sunghoon right. that no one would want to be friends with you. spend time with you.
so, you decided you should just suck it up.
you stuttered, “n-nothing’s wrong. just my foot fell asleep, so i got up to stretch. that’s all,” you let out a nervous chuckle, dropping into an unceremonious lunge right there, sweat beading down your forehead. “see? all gone!”
heeseung looked mildly confused, glancing at jake for a beat, but just sighed and nodded. you sat back down, hoping and praying that thing would go away.
but it didn’t.
so then you took it upon yourself to create some distance between you two, because maybe if you weren’t stuck to his back as much it would help make it go away. it was the least you could do. you scooted a bit forward, but then heeseung lunged forward too, shouting at something on the screen, firing the joystick forward forcefully to attack his opponent as he was completely enraptured in the game.
the friction of the roll of his hips against yours sent a tingle down your spine, and heat pooled in between your thighs. you squirmed again, trying to reposition yourself better, but every rub and drag and grind of him beneath you became only more and more pronounced until you felt the dampness starting to coat your panties. nononoNO. this cannot be happening.
and then, heeseung lowered his arms around the controller, bringing it down so it was resting on your lap. the feeling of the solid weight of his hands right there, where you were craving something you couldn’t even tell the shape of, just knowing this was not nearly enough to quench that ache, it was all too much. you let out a small, broken whimper before you could stop it.
that’s it. you launched yourself out of the seat and mumbled a quick, “sorry, i have to go,” running out the door and hoping he or jake didn’t hear it.
fuck, that was so embarrasssing.
YOU THOUGHT you could just block out that whole incident from your memory. where was the eternal sunshine clinic when you needed it? it was all going according to plan, kind of…
now, you were in the kitchen, baking red velvet cupcakes to relax and take your mind off things. you’d already finished with the base cake part, and now you were making the buttercream frosting. hey, maybe, you could share some with heeseung and it would make things less weird, because—well, you’d been kind of avoiding him.
but then, you felt a warm solid presence hovering behind you. heeseung. your body thrummed, adrenaline rushing as you shivered, from fear or from something else, you didn’t know. had your mental state deteriorated so much that you were having fucking hallucinations, now? oh, lord.
suddenly, hands gripped your sides. “BOO!” a voice boomed over your shoulder.
a shrill, blood-curdling scream ripped from your lungs. you hadn’t considering that there could actually be someone there, since you were so convinced you were imagining things. you felt a low, gravelly chuckle grazing your ear, a warm breath fanning across your neck that made you shiver again.
“please, you’re so easy to scare,” jake chuckled.
before you could whack him with the whisk, he promptly swiped it from your hand, and shot you that lazy dimpled grin you’d come to recognize as a sign that he’s up to absolutely no good. “so, can i get a taste?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes you didn’t trust one bit.
“with what, dumbass, you stole my utensil,” you grumbled. he’d completely pissed you off with his little prank. otherwise, you might’ve been more agreeable to give him some. in fact, you’d already been planning on sharing anyway.
“well, you still have your hands,” he pointed down at them.
“wow, great observation. no shit, sherlock,” you rolled your eyes.
“please, pretty please, just a little bite. or else, i’m telling your mom that you’re hogging all the food and bullying me.”
“oh okay, because you’re literally starving or something.”
“well, i am now,” he singsonged.
“ugh, fine,” you muttered, dipping your finger in gingerly to pick up some of the white frosting, ready to place it in his hand, but right then, he abruptly took your wrist and pulled you closer until your chest collided with his.
your heart dropped straight into the ground. you couldn’t breathe.
he was so close you could see the small golden flecks in his eyes as he held your gaze intensely. your face started getting hot. suddenly, he closed his lips around your index finger, enveloping it in the heat of his mouth, still holding eye contact with you. your mind went completely blank like a whiteboard. his lashes fluttered once, and all you could do was watch like it was happening in slow-motion, the way he hollowed his mouth, looking up at you with a hooded sultry gaze. all you could do was feel the sensation of his tongue lapping and sucking and swirling around your finger, getting every last bit of frosting. and all you could hear were the wet smacks of his tongue and the faint buzz of the kitchen fan, and the increasingly louder thump, thump, thump of your own heartbeat.
“mmm,” he moaned around it, a vibration that resounded low and sent a tremor through your body. he let your finger go with a loud pop, plump lips glistening with the remaining wetness, “tastes real good.”
you couldn’t even respond properly. your brain was still catching up to what just happened. you were definitely annoyed. furious at him for first pranking you, then this, whatever this was. but you were also really, really fucking turned on. good thing jake didn’t leave you struggling for too long, saying, “now, your turn.”
he scooped up a bit of frosting onto his index finger, holding it up to your mouth expectantly, tapping your lips with his thumb, “open up,” and you complied on autopilot, brain long since gone into overdrive.
you cautiously licked just the tip, but then he thrust his finger in deeper, and added another finger, causing you to gag. “c’mon, you gotta clean all of it off to really get the taste,” he cooed.
you slackened your jaw, letting your lips cover your teeth so as not to graze his fingers and began sucking of all the creamy frosting until the sugary sweetness of it melted and mixed with the warm, slightly salty flavor of his skin. and all that was left was the aftertaste of him on your tongue.
slowly, he dragged his finger out, mechanically washing his hands in the kitchen sink as you gawked at him the whole time.
and then he left without another word.
so, what the actual fuck.
YOU DIDN’T REALLY do this type of thing often. touching yourself. even thinking it out loud, even if it was just in your head, made you feel weird and self-conscious. probably, because of your lack of experience in the sector, being a virgin and all that. not like you were embarassed about it. you just never felt ready yet. honestly, maybe, it was the effect of the purity culture surrounding you. or maybe, it was because even though your mother had never had a shortage of sexual encounters and one night stands (ones that you had to unfortunately block out with noise-cancelling headphones on the other side of the wall), she’d never really sat you down and had the talk. you’re thankful, though, it would have been way too awkward. but still.
sometimes, you wish you knew more about this kind of stuff.
like now, because you had no idea what you were supposed to be doing with your fingers shoved down there.
you started by swirling your finger across your clit, poking and prodding and hoping it would get you over the edge. occasionally, you would dip your finger actually inside, spreading the wetness up and all over, but it all felt too mechanical. the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, but you just couldn’t…
come.
you huffed, retreating your hand, frustrated. maybe, thinking of something specific would help. of someone.
your mind drifted to a hazy image of tan veiny hands, brown locks, and eyes that looked like melted pools of butter. the vivid memory of his heart-shaped lips around your fingers. how it would feel to kiss him, how you knew he would be good at it, his skilled tongue tangling with yours as his hands roamed your waist and hip, and dipped lower. lower. lower. how he would curl his fingers into the wetness pooling inside your thighs, sucking and licking and fucking you with his tongue until your toes curled.
oh my god, you were so close.
so so close.
in your reverie, another pair of hands caressed your waist, landing on your ass until you felt him, strong and solid pressing into you. every roll of his hips against yours sent you further into the jake’s mouth, the high bridge of his nose bumping your clit in the most perfect way. meanwhile, heeseung squeezed and smacked your ass, “god, you love this don’t you. love being such a good little slut for us,” he groaned, grinding his cock against you in slow, torturous circles.
“she tastes so sweet,” jake moaned, licking a long stripe down your clit until you trembled and whined.
jake started thrusting his fingers in and out at a rapid pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time and kissing and tonguing your pussy. simultaneously, heeseung roughly moved you back against him, rolling his hips frantically to chase the impending high. the dual sensation of heeseung’s cock rubbing back against you and jake’s mouth and fingers—it was all too much. and you felt your muscles lock up as pleasure washed over you and left you shaking.
your head felt hazy. your clothes were all sticky. and it wasn’t until you were inside the shower, letting the steady hot drizzle of the water burn into your skin, that the thought fully materialized.
you’d orgasmed thinking about heeseung and jake.
your fucking stepbrothers.
you’d never felt worse.
THE GUILT WAS eating at you slowly but surely. a secret that tasted like bile in your throat. here they were, being so nice and caring. sure, jake would mess around with you. but it was only because he was cracking a joke just to make you smile, it’s not like he knew how crazy you were and how your body would react to it. and heeseung? he would sit and listen to you for hours as you vented out all your frustrations—and all you could think about was this. disgusting.
you felt like a horny crazy sex demon had possessed you.
so, you skirted around them whenever you could, eyes flitting to the ground, always mumbling a quick, “sorry, gotta go.”
but, now, there was no way around it. your parents had left on a business trip, and they’d left the house in the care of you three.
leaving you in the middle of it all, quite literally. because, right now, heeseung sat on your left and jake on your right, caging you in with everything you’d been trying not to confront, as some old rom-com played on the tv. you weren’t paying attention at all. you were only here, because they’d cornered you and insisted you never hang out with them anymore (this was true), and your parents weren’t even there to act as a buffer, so you really had no escape route.
plus, when heeseung had asked why you’d been so busy recently (the flimsy excuse you’d come up with on the spot), just seeing him so dejected and hurt made you feel even more guilty. you didn’t want to keep making them think that they did something wrong to push you away, when the whole problem was you and your dirty mind!
the three of you were wrapped in a thick off-white cashmere couch blanket that your mother had picked out for the decor. as the movie droned on, heeseung’s hand came to rest on your thigh like an afterthought, a phantom touch that reminded you of one too many nights ago. and jake was practically glued to your side, muttering something about how cold it was, shoulders bumping against yours every other second.
heeseung traced slow patterns on your thigh, still facing the TV, and you wrote it off as some absentminded fidgeting thing. you didn’t mind, really. it wasn’t anything inappropriate, of course.
but you swore you could feel his hand slowly inching up until it brushed the hem your cotton pajama shorts. but honestly, you were probably just imagining that. your horny sex-crazed brain was playing tricks on you.
and that’s when you felt jake’s breath grazing the tip of your ear, his lips brushing against your neck, as he whispered, low and gravelly, “hey, can you hand me the remote?”
you froze, a whimper slipping from you before you could stop it.
oh my god, you fucking whimpered instead of handing him the remote like a normal person.
and it didn’t go unnoticed, because heeseung whipped his head away from the TV, eyes solely latched onto you, “hm? what was that?”
“n-nothing,” you mumbled, voice still breathy and high-pitched.
“didn’t sound like nothing. y/n, is something wrong?” jake’s honey-sweet voice dripped with concern.
“well, uhm. there is one thing.”
“go on, what is it? you know you can tell us anything, right?” heeseung smiled warmly, a half-moon-shaped crinkle appearing next to his eyes that made you think he looked like an absolute teddy bear or something. NO, STOP Y/N. stop romanticizing him. HE’S YOUR STEPBROTHER.
still, his calm demeanor set your nerves somewhat at ease, so you just thought you’d get it all out and worry later.
“i can’t stop thinking about IT.”
“like the clown?” jake snickered. “come on, it’s not even that scary.”
“no,” you groaned with frustration, “like ITT. you know?” you gestured with your hands in some wavy motion that only left them more confounded than before.
“what the hell is that supposed to be?” heeseung let out a small chuckle, genuinely lost.
“like s-e-x. ugh, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, and i-i can’t stop, and it’s really gross, and oh my goodness, there’s something totally wrong with me, right? i think i need to see someone, this is so bad, ugh, i hate myself, sorry i’m being so weird,” the words tumbled out before you could stop and think. all of what’s been plaguing your mind now out in the open. tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill.
jake wrapped his hand around yours, “hey, no, look at me. you know we care about you, right?”
you nodded, unable to speak. everything felt like it was closing on you, caught in your throat.
heeseung added on, “and you know we’d do anything for you, righ—”
jake cut him off, “so let us help you out.”
“what do you mean?” you mumbled, vision starting to go blurry with unshed tears. you blinked it away.
“you know, with that. trust me, you just need to experience it, so you don’t keep thinking about it. it’ll feel good, and then you never have to worry about it again.”
“o-okay, j-just get rid of it. please.” you didn’t care how wrong this was. you would do anything to stop feeling this way. it was the only way to fix this once and for all, so you could stop fantasizing about your goddamn stepbrothers.
“just let us take care of you, okay? heeseung rubbed slow, comforting circles on your knee. “you trust us, right?”
you nodded, beyond thankful and ready to get this over with.
heeseung brought his hand up to cup your face, your lashes fluttering shut as he tilted your head up and kissed you, swallowing your gasp. his pillowy lips melted against yours, it was soft, slow, and he took his time with small pecks that made you lose your balance. he coaxed your mouth further open with his tongue, hands growing braver as he wrapped them around your waist, pressing you to him as he exhaled into you with a small moan. he pulled back, and it took some time for your eyes to adjust to the light and the delicate, sweet bliss clouding your head to dissipate.
then, jake turned you to him without wasting a second, pressing a wet kiss just underneath your jaw that made you moan and tilt your head further to give him more access. he sucked at the same spot, pads of his fingertips pressing into your collarbones with a grip that felt like he needed to feel you, needed to be impossibly closer to you to anchor himself. it cut off your circulation slightly, but something about that loss only made you feel every inch of his lips against your skin more intensely. you gasped, his teeth grazing your skin slightly as he soothed over it with his tongue, the pain blurred by the instant pleasure. jake trailed kisses on your collarbone, your upper chest, dragging the straps of your tank down to kiss your shoulder, until finally, he latched his lips onto yours.
unlike heeseung, he instantly crushed his lips to yours, biting into your bottom lip and tearing a small gasp out of you that was soon muffled. his tongue tangled with yours, a clear show of dominance. you pulled back for air.
your chest heaved as your eyes flitted from heeseung to jake, unsure of what to do next.
heeseung sensed your hesitation. “just sit back and relax, ok?” he laid you flat horizontally against the couch. his hands came up to your tank. “can i take this off?”
“yeah,” you rasped, until he tugged it over your head, and there you were left in your bra and tiny pajama shorts.
“you’re so beautiful, y/n,” heeseung said, caressing your waist, your stomach, admiring the small marks adorning you that had started to bloom along your collarbone and shoulders that were jake’s handiwork. he pressed a small kiss to the underside of your throat that had you arching up into his touch, while palming your breasts over the lacy white fabric.
at the same time, jake pulled your shorts down, revealing the wet spot already dampening your panties. “you’re so wet already,” he murmured, “cute.” his thumb barely brushed over your clit, circling it with a light, teasing touch. he pinched the nub unexpectedly, causing you to whimper and yelp, sending a heady rush of pain and pleasure through your core.
“oh? you liked that?” he teased, “didn’t take you for a painslut,” he hummed, amused. he didn’t even give you a second of respite before he suddenly slapped your pussy. you mewled, and jake observed the fabric grow so soaked your pussy was basically see-through now. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “you’re so goddamn wet.” he wasn’t complaining. he loved it. actually it made it all the easier for him to tease you, scrunching the panty together into a thin sticky strap, gliding it across your clit. side to side. unraveling it and smoothing it out back again to finger you through the fabric. you moaned, the friction between the fabric and your sensitive folds making you furrow your brows, eyes closing shut.
heeseung made quick work of unclasping your bra, his hot tongue on your nipples a contrast to the cool air that had you moaning, “h-heee.”
“that feel good, angel?” heeseung continued his ministrations, taking your nipple fully into his mouth now, sucking it as he tugged and pinched your other nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. he switched and switched again, until you thought you could come just from this—and the way jake was still working you from below.
suddenly, he pulled back, leaving you dazed and confused as you opened your eyes.
“can’t have you come just yet, pretty,” he explained, pulling his gray sweatpants down to reveal his flushed cock, hard and leaking with precum.
you’d never really had any, but you’d be surprised if he didn’t win for most picturesque or something. he was long, thick, and slightly arched to the side, and as you were practically drooling, you failed to notice it might be a bit of a problem to have that fit inside you.
“won’t fit,” you mumbled your observation absentmindedly.
“oh, what’s that? don’t worry, princess, i’ll make it fit,” he smirked.
you bit your lip in anticipation, as heeseung positioned himself at your entrance, knees holding your thighs apart as jake moved away to give him space.
and then, even though your face was already probably the color of a tomato, you needed to come clean with this. it just wouldn’t be right otherwise. so, you just shut your eyes and said it really really fast. “i’mavirginbytheway.”
heeseung laughed. your eyes flew wide open in surprise.
what? why did he laugh?
jake and him glanced at each other for a second, something moving across their faces, but it was gone before you could comprehend it.
“don’t worry, we already had an idea,” he explained, clearing your doubts. “i’ll go slow,” he promised, pulling your panties to the side. he inched in with a groan, your walls fluttering around him. you gasped, feeling his mushroomy tip nudge against your gummy walls. the sticky wetness coating your folds made it easy for him to slip in about—well, only a quarter of the way.
you were getting worried, and your muscles tensed up, which heeseung noticed. “relax for me, pretty,” he whispered, his thumb massaging your clit to help ease you up. he sunk all the way in with a groan that sounded almost painful. you let out a small gasp, feeling utterly stuffed to the brim.
he gripped your hips for balance, his large hands digging into your waist as he slowly lowered himself out, and in again, true to his promise. he drove into you impossibly deeper every time, bullying your cervix. he brought his hand to rest on your stomach, feeling the way the skin bulged. “open your eyes, baby, want you to see how deep i am,” he murmured. you looked down, gasping at the clearly visible evidence of him moving under your skin. it was an almost poetic testament to the way your body desperately held onto him, and just as desperate, how heeseung had buried himself into you without a lick of space. you felt every single vein and ridge of him sliding against your sticky walls, only making you moan louder.
“that’s right, baby, your pussy’s sucking me in so fucking deep. so greedy. it’s like it wants to keep me inside forever,” he groaned. with the way you clenched around him, heeseung became utterly pussy drunk, cursing under his breath, “f-fuck, so tight.”
you were so lost in the feeling of him you didn’t particularly notice how jake was watching everything with his jaw dropped open, eyes glassed over. a small gasp escaped his mouth. he was fisting himself, pants pooled at his ankles. every time heeseung drove back out, you could do nothing but try and arch your back and push back against him to feel him again, which had jake imagining how you would feel around him. would you be just as needy? “god, so fucking needy,” he moaned, moving his palm faster and faster.
he could feel the edge looming over, just out of reach. he couldn’t take it anymore. he moved next to heeseung, stilling him with a hand on his shoulder. “bro, you’re going so slow, come on, i can’t wait any longer. it’s my turn,” he huffed.
heeseung reluctantly pulled out, and it left you whining, instantly craving something to fill the ache again.
“don’t worry, baby, i got you,” jake cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek gingerly in complete contrast to the smirk on his face. suddenly, he thrusted in, burying himself all the way to the hilt easily with the wet mixture of your wetness and heeseung’s precum.
he set a brutal pace, plowing into you. your eyes rolled back. jake was girthier than heeseung, not as long, but the way he stretched you out had you seeing stars. and he wasn’t far off. he was completely absorbed in the feel of you pulsing and clenching around him. “fuck, she’s so tight, bro. best fucking pussy ever.”
his hands squished your cheeks together, making your face form a pout, drool trailing down the side as tears began to pool in your eyes from the pure ecstasy of it all. “so. fucking. cute,” he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. “i knew one cock wasn’t enough for a slut like you.” he drove into you so hard the entire couch shook from the force of it. “come on. say it.”
“say that you're ours. our slut. our fucktoy. ” he dropped his hand from your face, only to bring it around your throat.
“y-yes,” you rasped, too fucked out and needy to even say otherwise.
he clicked his tongue, “nono. say it right. say you love being our slut.”
you blurted it out, “yes, i’m yours. i love it. i love being your slut.” you babbled as all you could feel was the hazy keening pleasure about to overtake you. you couldn’t hold back any longer.
jake groaned, satisfied, harshly rolling his hips into you again, making you moan, squelching around him loudly.
“p-please,” you begged, though your mind was too scrambled to even realize what.
“please, what?” jake teased. “wanna come, is that it?” his hand pinched your nipple making you whimper and flail around and bite your lip harshly so hard you thought you tasted blood, “yes, fuck, please, i need it so bad, jakey,” you whined desperately.
“don’t worry, angel,” heeseung chimed in. “i know exactly what you need.”
and with that, heeseung pushed in right next to jake, taking you both by shock. jake faltered, but only for a minute, then the next, the two of them alternated strokes. jake pulling out as heeseung pushed in, scissoring you open until the two of them pushed in together.
you mewled. the tight fit of them sliding against each other in unison was insane. you felt beyond full and stretched, the two of them together managing to hit every spot deep within you until all you could do was moan wantonly.
“please, can i come?” you whined, feeling the wave starting to build in your core that you couldn’t control any longer.
“go on, be a good girl and come for us,” heeseung whispered, him and jake both hit a frantic relentless rhythm that had you splitting with the fullness of it all. jake was girthier and heeseung was slightly longer and the dual sensation of them both was maddening, every single crevice within you feeling stuffed. the pressure built in no time and your body locked up around them, gushing them both in your wetness.
the vibration of you shaking and fluttering around them caused heeseung to stutter and spill inside you, with jake following right after. they pulled out, your overstimulated pussy twitching still. the cool air hit your gaping hole, clenching around nothing.
jake pulled your folds apart gently with his thumbs, causing their white, mixed cum to drip from you, glistening pearls that he thought made for one of the most beautiful sights in the world: you, laid out like a painting, all used up, leaking with their cum, skin flushed and glistening with that afterglow. “so beautiful,” he remarked.
heeseung pulled his pants back up, going to fetch something and coming back with a warm washcloth to carefully clean you up. you jerked when the fabric hit your sensitive skin, but jake’s warm hand caressing your sides helped steady you. “sorry if i was a little rough, got carried away,” he admitted, biting his lip. you nodded, voice still too gone to answer properly.
“there, all cleaned up,” heeseung said, coming up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “you did so good for us, princess.”
“that’s right. so proud of you, baby,” jake tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, gently patting down your hair that had become all mussed.
in that moment, in their arms, you felt completely, wholly safe. your eyes began to flutter shut, your body exhausted and sleep overtaking you. all the earlier tension and stress and underlying pain you’d felt since sunghoon had evaporated. a part of you knew that everything would be different between you three from now on, that this was all wrong in the weirdest ways, but you weren’t bothered. in your gut, it felt right. you knew you could trust them to take care of you, always, just like now.
and with that thought, you drifted off.
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JAKE: here’s a little smth smth for ya
HEESEUNG: kept your mouth shut and stayed away from her like a good boy haha
JAKE: aww poor hooniee. are the bruises better? did we go too hard?
SUNGHOON: wtf.
ㅤ﹙SMAU﹚ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ｡ chaotic boyfriend ! enha x fem readerㅤ✶ㅤfluff humour petty arguments terminally online behaviour cursing ㅤ❛ 𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
ㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤ inspired by those stupidly funny “selling my bf” tweets because i KNOW enha would crash out immediately 😭 happy reading & pls do not auction your man online !
