⋆˚࿔ pairing: ot6!piwon x fem! reader ── warnings: 18+ content , p in v, dirty talk, implied anal. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ requests and taglist open.
note: first time writing piwon. lmk what you guys think :) hope you enjoy
keeho
“good girl baby, you take me so well” he said as he had you bent over the bed face down ass up holding your hands behind your back as he gives you backshots. you had your head in the pillow trying to muffle your moans. “nuh uh, i wanna hear the pretty sounds you make while im in you.”
he then started thrusting into you at a faster pace with his eyes focused on the way your ass bounced against him. “love watchin the way your ass bounces.” he smacked your ass a few times.
you couldn't help it as your moans grew louder with each thrust, the sound muffled only slightly by the pillow. you knew the other members could probably hear even with music playing but it felt so good. he tightened his grip on your wrists pulling you back to meet his movements causing you to moan out more then you already were.
“that’s it baby. let me hear how much you love this.” he cooed. you found yourself pushing back against him. craving more of the delicious friction he was creating.
theo
theo had you on your back in the backseat of his car with his legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you with no mercy. he had already made you soak the backseat of his car. he was repeatedly hitting your g spot on purpose making you scream out his name “t-theo too much!” you barely got out.
“sorry princess pussy feels too good.” he chuckled. “i love watching the way your pretty little cunt makes a mess on my cock.” he leaned down giving you a sloppy kiss. “look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it.” he groaned , his rhythm never faltering.
“this pussy's mine, isn't it? say it.” when you didn't answer right away, he gave a particularly sharp thrust that made you gasp. “i said, say it. tell me who this belongs.”
he leaned down with his chest pressed against you as he whispered in your ear. “you're so fucking tight, gripping me like you don't want me to ever leave. don't worry baby, i'm not going anywhere. not until i've filled you up and you're dripping with me.”
his words made your walls clench around him, earning a deep, satisfied chuckle. “yeah, you like that don't you? you like when i talk about claiming you, about marking you as mine.” that alone made you a moaning mess.
jiung
you and jiung were alone together in the dorm. not often do you get alone time with your boyfriend since he lives with five other guys. he could come to your place but you lived with three other girls as well so it was somehow easier for you to come to his.
it wasn’t that often that you guys got to be intimate with each other with both of your busy schedules and his roommate. so you guys always took advantage of the alone time that you rarely got.
“always look so pretty when i’m inside of you.” jiung cooed as he fucked himself into you in missionary while you were in his bed.
you arched into him whining as he pulled back to tesse you. the tip barely brushing your entrance before he slid back in. “jiung—fuck.” your voice cracked.
“say it again. say my name like that again.” his thumb circled your clit while his other hand gripped your hip. “you know how bad i fuckin’ love hearing you beg? sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”
intak
you were bouncing on him as he laid back on the bed. your nails digging into his chest as you took him deep. the wet slap of skin filling the room. intaks hands was everywhere.— gripping your waist, squeezing your ass. everything.
“fuck you’re riding me like you’re tryna break me princess.” he chuckled voice rough as he smirked. “should of known you’re a menace when on top. wonder who taught you that hmm?”
you rolled your hips grinding down just to hear him groan. his head topping back. “shut up and fuck me intak.” you gasped when his fingers suddenly pinched your nipple. the sharp sting making you clench around him.
“oh now you’re quiet.” he chuckled darkly. his hand reaching up to choke you. “guess i’ll have to make you scream instead.” his hips snapped up meeting your movements. “that’s it baby.” he said as you let out a loud moan.
his slip down to your ass spreading you open as he fucked up into you. his eyes locked on where you were taking him. “damn look at you. so pretty when you’re stuffed full of me.” his fingers teased your entrance gathering the before circling your ass just a hint of pressure enough to make you squirm. “one day, baby gonna have you begging for this too.”
soul
the mirror was fogged around the edges, steam from your own breathing mixing with the stale air of the cramped bathroom. your hands were braced against the cold, damp porcelain of the sink, knuckles white. soul was behind you, a solid wall of heat and sweat, his body still humming with the adrenaline from the stage.
“look at you.” soul grunted as he toyed your clit. “all spread out for me right here where antone could walk in. you like that don’t you? you like being a dirty little whore.”
his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him as he pushed inside with one slow, deep stroke that stole your breath. the stretch was intense, a perfect, burning pressure that had you moaning.
“fuck, you're so tight.” he hissed, his fingers digging into your flesh. "taking me so good. been thinking about this pussy all night. every song i performed, i was thinking about being buried in it."
he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls. “that's it. take it. take every fucking inch.” one of his hands left your hip to wrap around your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you had to look at your own wrecked reflection in the mirror.
“keep your eyes open.” he demanded. “ watch yoursef get fucked. watched me ruin you.” he reached his other hand down to play with your clit feeling you clench down. “gonna cum on my cock in this dirty bathroom huh?”
“tell me who’s fucking you.” he groaned. his thrusts getting harder and deeper as he chased his own release. “say my fucking name, let them know who you belong to.”
jongseob
the second the dorm door clicked shut behind you, jongseob had you pinned against it. his mouth crashing onto yours like he had been starving. he pressed up against you, making sure you could feel how hard his cock already was. his teeth grazed your bottom lip, his voice rough. “missed you.”
you barely got a gasp out before he was spinning you around, pressing your front against the door, his body caging you in. his hand slid down your spine, then smacked your ass—hard. “hands on the door, baby. don’t move”
his fingers already working at his belt. you heard the clink of his zipper, then the sound of him spitting into his palm before his cock was hot and heavy against your thigh.
he pulled your skirt up more and pulled your panties to the side dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. “already wet for me baby?” he cooed.
“greedy little thing aren’t you.” he chuckled as he grabbed his cock teasing you by sliding it up and down your slick folds.
“seob don’t tease.” you whined pushing yourself back on him. suddenly he grabbed your hands pinning them behind you. “shut the fuck yup and take what you get.” he growled as he slammed into you no warning.
you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at his sudden movements. he slipped a hand onto your mouth. “shhhh. can’t have the boys knowing how much of a slut my girlfriend is.”
SUMMARY: After a long day, your boyfriend barely has the energy to do anything, but it’s a good thing you don’t mind taking the lead and doing all the work!
WC: 2.9k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut!!! [ minors / ageless blogs dni :p ] kissing, straddling, dry humping / ab riding, oral (m receiving), keeho deadass just lays there sorry. anddd p in v, no protection (PLEASE WEAR IT OKAY.) + riding :p . “good girl” Shhhh… INSPIRED BY HIS POST TODAY 051126. CUZ WHATS HIS ISSUE. hi eni shoutout
You and your boyfriend's bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting everything in warm amber. Keeho had collapsed onto the bed the moment he arrived, still in his practice clothes which was just a loose black tee and sweats that hung low on his hips.
He had back-to-back schedules all day: morning dance practice, afternoon recording sessions, then a late variety show filming that ran over. You could see the exhaustion written across his face, and in the way his shoulders sagged, especially how he'd immediately sprawled back against the pillows with a heavy sigh.
"Long day?" You asked softly, and he just nodded, one arm coming up to drape across his eyes.
"Too long," He mumbled. "Choreo today ran like three hours over. I'm so fucking wiped."
You nodded in understanding, considering the idea of giving him space, but when you moved to leave, with the intent of getting him water or something to energize himself, his hand had shot out to catch your wrist. "No wait, stay," He whined, peeking out from under his arm with those warm eyes. "Please? I missed you."
That was twenty minutes ago. Now you were straddling him as he looked up at you with that lazy smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, though you could see the tiredness still lingering in his expression. He admired you, already wearing nothing but his old T-shirt and a cheeky thong.
You'd honestly been thinking about this all day. About him and getting your hands on him. The want had been building since this morning, a low simmer of desire that had only intensified as the hours passed. And now here he was, tired but willing, looking at you like you were the only thing that could make this exhausting day worth it.
He doesn't make a move to flip you over or take control —he's too tired for that, and honestly? You didn't mind one bit. You had your needs!!!! And you were more than happy to take care of both of you tonight.
His hand came up to caress your cheek, the movement slow and deliberate, like even that small gesture required effort. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, and you could feel the slight calluses on his fingertips — evidence of all those hours holding a mic, dancing, working himself to the bone.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He murmurs, voice low and sleepy, roughened at the edges from overuse. That tone always turned you on.
God, he's beautiful like this. You thought, taking in the relaxed set of his features and the way his light hair falls across his forehead, slightly damp with the remnants of the day's exertion. The shadows under his eyes only made him look human. You just knew you were the luckiest girl in the world.
He was all yours.
"Just thinking about how good I’m about to take care of you," You whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed against his ear. You felt him shiver beneath you, and the way his breath hitched despite his exhaustion.
"Baby, I don't know if I have the energy to—"
"Shh," You cut him off gently, pulling back to look into his eyes. "You don't have to do anything. Just lie back and let me, okay? I want to. I've been wanting to all day."
Something shifted in his expression — relief mixed with desire and affection mixed with gratitude. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," You confirmed, rolling your hips slightly against him, feeling the first stirrings of his interest despite his tiredness. "I've got you. Just relax."
His hands settled on your hips, grip loose and trusting. "Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” He breathed, and that made you smile.
Without another word, you leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a slow, languid kiss. His lips were soft, yielding, parting under yours with a quiet hum of approval that vibrates against your mouth. There's no urgency, rather just gentle slides of tongue against tongue, the wet sound of breath mingling, and the warmth of his exhale ghosting across your cheek.
His free hand slid into your hair, fingers threading through the strands with a tenderness that made your chest ache, but he doesn't pull you closer. He lets you set the pace and explore his mouth at your own leisure, content to receive whatever you want to give him.
The kiss deepens gradually, like honey dripping from a spoon. You tilt your head, tasting him, savoring the faint hint of mint and something uniquely him. His tongue curls against yours lazily, as if he's got all the time in the world, and like there's nowhere else he'd rather be. Both of his hands now came down to rest lazily on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles through your clothes, the repetitive motion both soothing and arousing.
You could feel his heartbeat against your own, steady and strong. "Mm," He hums against your lips, breaking away just enough to speak, his breath warm on your mouth. "Could do this for hours."
"I’m not opposed." You murmur back, and he grinned — a genuine smile that he flashed just for you.
You break away just long enough to pull his shirt up, exposing his stomach. The fabric whispers as it slides over his skin, and he lifts his hips slightly to help, letting you peel it off over his head. His hair gets mussed in the process, and you can't help but admire the view.
Then you were on him again, kissing down his jaw — the slight scratch of stubble against your lips — his neck, where his pulse jumps beneath your mouth, the hollow of his collarbone where you can taste the salt of his skin. He lets out a soft groan, head tilting back, exposing the long line of his throat, eyes fluttering shut.
"You okay with doing all the work tonight?" He breathes, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You hum against his skin. “Fine by me.” You say through a soft giggle. Because, of course it was okay, you thought to yourself. Keeho was your lazy, beautiful boy.
Your lips trailed lower, now across his chest, down the defined line of his abs. Each one of his muscles was defined, creating valleys and ridges that you trace with your tongue. You press a kiss to the dip between his ribs, then another lower, right above the waistband of his sweatpants, where a thin trail of dark hair disappears beneath the fabric.
His cock was already hard, straining against his bottoms, and you can see the outline clearly. You ignore it for now, shifting your weight forward so your clothed cunt could press against the ridged muscles of his stomach. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure through you, even through the thin layer of your panties.
Keeho watches you through half-lidded eyes, his hands still on your hips. His palms are warm, fingers spreading wide to grip you. "Go ahead." He says, voice relaxed, still with that lazy drawl. "Use me all you want."
His permission and encouragement alone made your head spin.
You grind against his abs, slowly. The fabric of your underwear was a barrier, but the pressure felt perfect.. the friction delicious. You rock your hips, finding a pattern, and his hands held you gently, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your waist. The sensation builds with each roll of your hips; heat, pressure, and the slow climb toward pleasure.
"Fuck," He groans, watching the movement with rapt attention, his eyes dark. "So fucking pretty."
You can feel yourself getting wetter, your panties clinging to you. You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and pick up the pace. You lean forward to pepper kisses along his jaw before sloppily connecting your lips with his — soft moans slipping out.
The friction at your core builds, a slow heat coiling in your belly, tightening with each movement. His skin is warm beneath your palms, slightly damp now, his heartbeat quickening. Every time you roll your hips, his cock twitches against his sweatpants, gradually forming a taller tent. Keeho didn't rush you, instead, he let you take what you needed, his gaze heavy and appreciative, drinking in every movement and expression that crosses your face.
"Close?" He asks, voice a low rasp that sends shivers down your spine.
You nod, breath coming faster, little gasps escaping you. He smirks, those lazy eyes crinkling at the corners, and the sight of him — still relaxed, content, and watching you with such obvious desire — pushes you closer to the edge. "Take your time, baby. I'm not going anywhere."
A flush creeps up your neck as you sit up slightly, your hands drifting from his chest to your own body. Through the thin fabric of your shirt, you cup your breasts, feeling the weight of them in your palms, your thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. The sensation sends another jolt straight to your core, and you bite your lower lip, unable to suppress the small smile that spreads across your face as you watch his reaction.
His breath catches. You can see it in the way his chest stills for just a moment before his breathing deepens, his eyes tracking every movement of your hands. Something felt intoxicating about performing for him like this — you grope yourself slowly and calculated, letting him see how much you want this anfd how much you want him.
"God," He breathes, his lazy hands tightening on your hips. "So fucking beautiful."
You grind harder, chasing the edge, your movements becoming less controlled, and more desperate now. Then it hits — a soft, shuddering orgasm that ripples through you like waves. You gasp, your hips stuttering, your whole body tensing before releasing. Keeho's hands slightly tighten on you, holding you steady as you ride it out, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Good girl." He smiles as you collapse against his chest, pulling you in for another kiss; his lips were soft once again. "That's my good girl. So pretty when you cum."
You're still catching your breath, your limbs loose and languid, when you slide off him, moving down his body. His cock is a prominent bulge under his sweats still, and you quickly palm him through the fabric, feeling his heat and hardness, and the way it jumps at your touch. He lets out a sharp exhale, his hips twitching involuntarily.
"You don't have to—" He starts, but you're already tugging his waistband down, freeing his cock. It springs up, flushed and slick at the tip, a bead of precum already forming. The sight makes your mouth water.
"Shut up." You say softly, grinning up at him. "I need it."
He laughs to himself, settling deeper into the pillows, his hands coming to rest on his stomach. "Don't blame me if I get too comfortable."
"You won't." You promise.
You lower your head, licking a stripe from the base to the tip. His breath hitches, and his hand finds your hair again, not to pull, but to just rest there, fingers threading through the strands once more.
"Jesus christ." He breathes.
You wrap your lips around the head, sucking gently, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. Keeho groans — a long, drawn-out sound that seems to come from deep in his chest, vibrating through him. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect. So fucking perfect."
You take him deeper, inch by inch, bobbing your head at a leisurely pace. His cock fills your mouth, the weight of it familiar and satisfying, and you relax your throat, letting him slide in until your nose presses against his pelvis. The scent of him is stronger here — his clean skin and arousal. He moans, hips bucking slightly, but he forces himself still, his thighs tensing beneath your hands.
"Don't want to... push." He mutters, voice strained, rough with pleasure. "But you're making it really fucking hard not to."
You hum around him, and his grip in your hair tightens possessively. You set a rhythm, savoring every inch of him. Every time you pull back, you swirl your tongue around his tip, lapping at the slit where more pre-cum is leaking, before taking him in again. The wet sounds fill the room, mixing with his ragged grunts and soft gags.
"Love watching you." He manages, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips. "So fucking pretty with your mouth full of my cock."
You reach down, cupping his balls, gently massaging. They're drawn up tight, hot and heavy in your palm. His hips jerk, and he groans louder, his hand tightening in your hair. "Holy shit, just like that—“
You double your efforts, hollowing your cheeks, taking him as deep as you can, using your hand to stroke what you could no longer fit. His hands are in your hair, but he doesn't push. He lets you work as you bring him to the edge at your own pace, his thighs trembling now.
"I'm about to—" He warns, voice breaking, desperate. "Baby, fuck, I'm close—"
You suck hard, taking him deeper, and he lets go with a shuddering groan. His thick and salty release fills your mouth, coating your tongue. You swallow, taking every drop, still working him through the aftershocks, your hand stroking him gently as he pulses.
He pants, chest heaving, his skin flushed and damp. "Come here."
You crawl back up his body, and he kisses you immediately, deep and messy, tasting himself on your lips. His tongue slides against yours, and he groans into your mouth. He whispers against your lips. "So amazing."
You're already aching for more. The first orgasm took the edge off, but now you're burning, empty, and needing to be filled. You reach down, pulling off your messied panties before positioning yourself over his spent cock. He's still half-hard, softening but not completely gone, and you were not waiting.
"Not done?" He asks, a lazy grin spreading across his face, his eyes crinkling with amusement and renewed interest.
"You just lie there. Sit still, and look pretty for me." You say with a cheeky grin and stupid wink, quickly sinking down onto him with a soft moan. The stretch was sensational, his cock sliding into your slick, ready cunt. You both gasp as he fills you — the feeling overwhelming. He hisses, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks.
“So fucking tight."
You start to move, rocking your hips. He's still sensitive, and every twitch of yours makes him hiss, his fingers digging into your flesh. But he doesn't complain — instead he just watches and lets you set the rhythm once again as his thumbs stroke your skin in soothing circles even while his cock hardens inside you, responding to the tight, wet heat.
"Come on, pretty." He murmurs, his voice rough and low. "Use me."
And you do. You rise and fall, finding a tempo that's deep and unhurried, savoring every inch of him. The room fills with the wet sound of your bodies meeting, soft moans and sighs, with the creak of the bed beneath you. Keeho's eyes never leave you, his gaze hazy with admiration. He watches the way your body moves, the way your face contorts with pleasure.
"God, I love you," He breathes, his voice reverent.
You lean forward, pressing your chest against his again, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. Your lips meet in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and breath and desperation. Your hips grind in a slow circle, his cock hitting deep inside you with every roll, pressing against that perfect spot.
"Keep going.” He whispers against your mouth, his breath hot and damp. You whimper as you lose yourself in the rhythm, the warmth of his body, the slide of your skin against his, and in the low, steady stream of praise he murmurs into your ear. "That's it... just like that... so good... my good girl."
The second orgasm builds slowly, a wave that swells and crests. It's different from the first — deeper and more intense, radiating from your core outward. You tighten around him, and he groans, his hands squeezing your hips, helping you move.
"Let me feel you."
So you shatter, crying out against his neck, your body shuddering and your cunt clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. The pleasure crashes over you in waves, stealing your breath. He holds you through it, his cock still buried inside you, his own release long spent but still hard enough to keep you satisfied, to give you something to clench around.
When you finally still, breathless and trembling, your body limp and sated, he presses a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then your cheek — soft, tender kisses that make your heart swell.
"Such a hard-working girl." He murmurs, a sleepy laugh escaping. "I'm exhausted just watching." You laugh softly, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in the scent of him — sweat, sex, and satisfaction. "I love you."
He hugs you tighter, his hands stroking your back in long, soothing movements. "I love you more."
💌 mika’s message yoon keeho what’s ur issue lowkey. Anyways…. Just be nice to me ok. i’m feeling vulnerable and sensitive today. Anyways who else a keeho happy trail / bush truther Lmk in the comments down below ❣️❣️❣️💕💕
summary: it's hard to contain yourself around your boyfriend. lucky he's just as down bad as you are.
cw: suggestive, strong language, mentions of sex/sexual activities. MDNI
sc: 23
a/n: first time writing for piwon i hope you like it also be nice to me please
ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes ! he’s such a bad bitch i love him ?! also join @fish-and-cake-net net if u love piwon !!!! :D (yes i will take every opportunity to promote the net so what?!) also next in the bf texts series is bonedo so one doors stay tuned 🙏
PAIRINGS: fem!reader x lando norris (ft. jude bellingham, keeho, and eric)
TYPE: social media au
SUMMARY: in which YN rates her exes, sparks chaos, and maybe—just maybe—rekindles old flames
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celebscoops: Model YN LN is causing CHAOS on Twitter after publicly rating her exes!
The 23-year-old model took to X (formerly Twitter) last night to give scores to her most famous ex-boyfriends — and let’s just say fans are spiraling. 👀
Since then, all FOUR of her exes have replied to the thread — with Lando even insisting “immaculate doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
Fans have already made the hashtag #YNExFiles trend worldwide, and edits of YN and her exes are flooding TikTok and Instagram.
Do you think YN was being too honest … or not honest enough? 👇
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user: keeho about to duet this with a tik tok explaining his side 😭
user: oh she’s messy. i love it here
user: lando finally winning smth this season 😭😭😭😭
user: not her confirming jude can’t argue 😭 he probably lost fights in his head too
user: keeho prob rated himself a 10 in the mirror anyway
user: eric being a walking red flag… like why is she confirming everything we joked about 😭
user: i love how she casually exposed her entire dating history like it was a buzzfeed quiz
user: lando is 9/10 and the “annoying” knocked the other point off. makes sense
user: eric rn googling “can you sue your ex for defamation on twitter.”
↳ user: LMAOO dont give him ideas
yourusername: HAHAHAHA
↳ user: she’s a menace 😭
user: one thing about yn is her taste in men is immaculate
user: lando, jude, keeho, eric… literally all peak men. she out here collecting legends 😭
↳ yourusername: collector vibes … can’t deny it 😎
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yourusername: and i know it might mess you up
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user: “might mess you up”??? bro, lando and keeho are crying internally at this 😭
user: the exes are internally screaming … fumbling a baddie hard
kendalljenner: 😍 baddieeee
user: JUDE BEING IN THE LIKES 😭
user: the chokehold you have on me rn absolute goddess
user: keeho BETTER be in the comments losing his mind too because WOW 😮💨
user: okay— how did norris pull this bad bitch??
user: no bc how do you go from HER to not her???
user: eric fumbled
keehop1harm: still got that effect, huh? 🔥
↳ yourusername: 🙂↕️ you said it not me
↳ user: he wants her BADDD
user: KEEHO COMMENTED?!? he’s lowkey trying to slide back in
user: my man down bad still 😭😭😭
user: i want thEm back 😭
↳ user: i NEED her back with lando!!!!
user: babe, would you ever get back with your ex?
↳ yourusername: depends on the ex ;)
↳ user: @keehop1harm GET YOUR GIRL, KING
↳ user: @landonorris @landonorris @landonorris ITS YOUR TIME TO SHINE!!! COME ON, DO SOMETHING!!
user: she could gaslight me anytime
lilyrose_depp: marry me 🫦
lando: sign me up then
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user: nOt lando deleting his comments 😭
↳ user: WHAT COMMENT?!??
↳ user: he commented, “sign me up then” referring to her caption
user: keeho and lando fighting for her attention like champs, while jude and eric are somewhere probably hiding and crying 🤣
user: got two exes fighting for her attention in the comments
gabbriette: body soooo tea 😍
user: MOTHER IS MOTHERING 😩
user: posting a thirst trap a day after rating your exes is insane
user: call me jude the way im speechless
↳ yourusername: 😭😭 I CANT LMAO
user: let me gaslight you and bring you flowers, plz 🙏🏼
↳ eric.is.youngjae: 😭😭😭😭 i cant with ya’ll
↳ user: are you trying to gaslight me right now??
↳ yourusername: HAHAHA
user: ERIC COMMENTING 😭 im deaddd
user: got all her exes stalking her lmao
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yourusername: lost files found 💗✨
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user: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE SHIRT—HELLO??
user: can’t decide if i want to be you or date you
user: definition of goals!
user: THE MCLAREN TSHIRT?!?? hELLO!???
bellahadid: hottie with a body 😍
user: lando seeing this and regretting everything
↳ user: suddenly i care about f1 again
madisonbeer: 😍😍 obsessed with youu
user: @lando
lando: is this your way of making me lose focus next race?
↳ yourusername: maybe im just making sure you have something to think about other than racing … priorities, babe;)
↳ user: he’s def gonna crash the next race thinking about this
user: just admit you miss each other, y’all making us suffer
kendalljenner: hottie 🫦
↳ yourusername: love yaaa
user: if lando crashes the next race, it’s because of her comments, no doubt 😭
user: keeho BETTER step up fast before lando swoops in and takes his girl!!!
eric.is.youngjae: are you trying to gaslight me?? 🤔
↳ yourusername: is it working tho? 🤣
↳ user: PLEASE 😭 he ain’t gonna let this die lmao
↳ user: our gaslighting king
user: LANDO BEING BOLD?!!?
judebellingham: 🤩
user: battle of the exes in the comments
user: how can one be this beautiful?!?? 😩
user: the baddest
keehop1harm: call me gal gadot the way idk how to act
↳ yourusername: 😭😭😭
↳ user: keeho— what is this?!!?
↳ user: yOOO, IM DEADDD 😭
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yourusername: started with a bunny, ended with a blur 🐰📸
tagged: @kendalljenner
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kendalljenner: love yaaa, sexy 💋
user: i love you too
user: i volunteer as tribute for literally anything you need
user: pretty girl behavior 😍
charles_leclerc: the cutest bunny ever
user: kendall and you = unstoppable duo!
user: oh she’s THAT girl
user: wow. just wow.
lando: are you always this captivating, or is this a special occasion? 🤔 or???
↳ yourusername: i save my best for the fans who notice
↳ user: omg omg janesbsnd
keehop1harm: bunny’s got that “model off-duty” look down perfectly #modelstatus
↳ yourusername: we practice our poses together — obviously professional stuff 🐰😎
user: a baddie with her baddie friend 😍
gigihadid: 😍😍 gorgeous girls!!
user: lando better get his girl back 😭😭
user: cute bunny!!!
user: always glowing, gorgeous!
user: 😭😭😭 girl— youre so beautiful
user: pretty in every way possible
user: the bunny 🥺🥺
user: lando and keeho got post notifications on 🤣
user: my fav duo 😍 @kendalljenner @yourusername
user: you must be jude bellingham, because you’ve got me hooked from the first touch
↳ yourusername: YOOOOO 😭
↳ user: all i can think about when i hear/see judes name is “good taste in restaurants, terrible taste in arguments” 💀
user: YESS GIRLLL 🔥🔥
bellahadid: ok, work
user: gorgggggg 😍
user: she’s probably wishing she never rated her exes 😭
user: can i be you?
user: MARRY ME!!!! PLEASE!!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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lando norris — yn ln
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yourusername: tonights vibe— a little déjà vu
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user: HOT
lando: might have to adjust my standards after that night … immaculate performance 😏
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lando: well hello pretty girl
↳ user: SIR?!???
user: LANDO COMMENTING AND CALLING HER PRETTY GIRL
user: lando’s the only ex i want her to get back with 😭😭😭😭
kendalljenner: answer my text!!!!
↳ yourusername: omw
user: that looks like the bar that her and lando used to go to
user: yn and lando might be back?
user: wait— yn and lando? lowkey banging and trying to keep it hush-hush or?!??!????
user: why are people saying ynlando is back?!!?
↳ user: bc of his comment 🙄 calling her “pretty girl”
user: oh to be the yn ln 😩
user: 😍😍 the prettiest girl ever
user: keeho liking a minute after she posted 😭 #downbad
user: glowing as always
user: how can one be this beautiful?
user: i hope her and eric get back together
↳ user: so he can gaslight her again??? 💀 please
user: @lando aint this the bar ya’ll used to go?!
carlossainz55: uuuuyy
user: KEEHO, GET UP!! cOME GET YOUR GIRL!!
user: goals 😍
user: wait— this is lando and yn’s “spot” no??
user: she has to be with lando, there’s no other explanation
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yourusername: breaks over, he came to his senses
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user: you hear that? thats the sound of the internet breaking
user: went from ‘are they?’ to ‘OMG THEY ARE’ real quick
user: OMG OMG OMG OMG
lando: what can i say, i missed my girl
↳ user: IM IN SHAMBLES NAKAJSJDXN
user: oh keeho ain’t gonna like this 😂
user: I JUST DROPPED MY PHONE IN A PUBLIC PLACE
user: I KNEW IT. I NEVER LOST HOPE
user: so who texted who first? be honest
↳ user: he definitely did! he wanted her BAD
user: he fumbled once and immediately remembered who she is
user: sex was that good huh? 😏
↳ yourusername: behave!!
user: no cause if he came back to ME after a break??? he’d be blocked 😭 but this? i support
user: no wonder he’s been all smilingly this whole week
oscarpiastri: finally i don’t have to hear his whining 😭
↳ lando: i see how it is 😞
carlossainz55: he was consistently losing his mind over you
↳ lando: is it expose lando norris day or??
user: his dick game must be next level for her to come back
↳ user: 😭😭 did you not see her rating?!??
↳ user: thats the whole point
user: the real reason she’s back? that dick games legendary
↳ lando: she’s a good rider— knows how to handle the curves
↳ user: OMG
user: lando omg????
user: i wanted her and keeho tbh 😩
↳ user: same sis same
user: she might be back with lando, but let’s not forget she said eric’s got that BDE
Summary ⟅ Jiung has been harbouring secret feelings for his best friend's girlfriend, but when Keeho catches him kissing you and is not angry, he's given a surprising offer.
Requested: anon
Bf!Keeho x reader x friend!Jiung / ⟣ SMUT / 6k ⟢
Warnings: poly, mfm, double penetration (dpv), slight mm, oral (f. rec), fingering, handjob (m. rec), kinda cheating but not really cause keeho knows, dirty talk!, praise, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart etc), slight degradation if you squint, squirting, soft dom!jiung, slight mean dom!Keeho, multiple orgasms, creampie, subspace
Lily's note — 🪷 okay tbh the plot of this is just cock i can't lie it was supposed to be softer but I got carried sway with keeho😭😭 so yes the plot gets lost and... that's okay. Also the warnings did change a bit from what I posted so... anyway lowkey a mid fic but keeung makes up for it
“Baby, wanna help me grab some drinks?”
You nod against where you're nuzzled into Keeho’s shoulder, letting him pull you up from the couch by the hand to lead you to the kitchen.
From where Jiung is sitting he can just barely see you two move around the small space to pour the drinks, and right as Jiung turns to shift his focus back to the crappy reality T.V. show they (Intak) put on, Keeho grips your waist and pulls you into his body.
He tries to look away, he even turns his head to face the TV, but his eyes stay glued to where yours and Keeho’s lips lock.
His mouth goes dry when your tongue darts out to lick into Keeho’s mouth, and when Keeho’s hands move from your waist, down your lower back, and over the swell of your ass to squeeze, he feels his soft cock tighten a bit in his pants. But most of all, he wishes that were him.
His gaze is ripped away when his body jerks into the armrest of the couch after Taeyang, who's sitting beside him, shoves him hard in the side. He whips around to fix him with a bewildered stare, but all Taeyang does is look from him, to the kitchen, then back to him with a stiff shake of his head. The message is clear: What the fuck are you doing?
His whole body burns with shame for being caught staring, and by Taeyang no less, who he’d reassured months ago that the “thing” he clearly has for you (after Taeyang caught him laughing a little too hard at one of your jokes) was nothing but a silly little crush, one he swore up and down he’d gotten over.
Well, he hasn't—clearly—if the way he awkwardly shifts and crosses his legs to conceal the growing tightness in his pants is anything to go by. He avoids Taeyang’s eye contact like the plague and swallows down the lump in his throat when he hears him scoff under his breath. A jolt of irritation flickers through him at Taeyang’s reaction. It’s not like he wants to like one of his best friends girlfriends. He hates it. He hates the pit of guilt in his stomach that grows whenever he’s around you and Keeho, forced to watch him be the one to touch you, to hold you, to make you laugh and smile when he wishes it was him instead. And it’s not like he even has any animosity towards his friend, no—he’s happy for him. He just wishes he could have gotten to you first.
He doesn't glance at you when you cross in front of him with the tray of drinks or when you sit down and throw your legs over Keeho’s lap. In fact, he doesn't look at you for the rest of the night, not until you're closing the door behind the four members that decide to call it an early night. He knows he should go too, but he selfishly stays back just to spend a bit more time with you without Taeyang shooting lasers into his skull.
You twist back around and throw him a smile that he almost audibly awes at, pausing to ask him where Keeho went.
“He said he had to take a call.”
You nod and saunter over to plant yourself right beside him on the couch. He tenses when your knee brushes his thigh and attempts to inch it away without you noticing. Your perfume floods his senses and is close to infiltrating his self control, until he reels himself back in and immediately regrets his decision to stay.
“I’ll head out too, let you two have your—” his attempts at getting up falter when your hand splays across his chest, pushing him down against the back of the couch.
“Stay.”
Your hand smoothes all the way down his torso to settle on his thigh. He stares at it, his breaths turning shallow when you lightly squeeze the hard muscle there. His eyelids flutter at the contact, your warmth seeping through the denim so close to his—
He clears his throat and snaps back to reality. “R-Really, I should go.”
You push your elbow onto the backrest of the couch to lean further into him, your chest nearly grazing his shoulder.
“Why are you so eager to leave?” Your breath fans against his ear as you speak. “I barely got to talk to you tonight with everyone here.”
Jiung doesn't know what the fuck is going, all he can focus on is your hand climbing higher and higher on his thigh and the voice in his head screaming at him to push you away. He can't muster up the strength to, so he resorts to saying, “W-Well Keeho was hogging you the whole time,” with hopes that you’ll remember your boyfriend and retract your hand.
You don't, you only smile at him all smug and knowing and something about it makes him feel like he’s fallen into a trap.
“Oh, how selfish of him to keep me all to himself.”
His heart thuds harder at your condescending tone, his stomach clenching with a sharp jolt when your hand brushes over his bulge.
When his breath hitches you apply more pressure, pressing down onto his boner, whispering against where your lips are now hovering over his neck, “Good thing he’s not here right now.”
You press a chaste kiss right over the prominent vein pushing through his skin, waiting to see if he’ll push you off and when he doesn't, you part your lips and dart your tongue out to flick over his salty skin, trailing wet kisses upward.
He shudders out a gasp when your hand begins to knead his hard cock through his pants. The pressure mixes with the sensitivity on his neck to dismiss almost all rationale from his brain, and with the miniscule amount remaining, he weakly protests your touch. “We s-shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right in the other—”
A whimper filters out from him when you nibble at his earlobe and tug it between your teeth. You hum for him to continue but all he does is drop his head back into the couch, the last of his defenses crumbling. “Oh, god…”
Adrenaline courses through you at how quickly he loses all inhibition from just a few light touches. There was also something undeniably exciting about knowing how little he tried to fight back despite there being a big possibility he’d get caught kissing his best friend's girlfriend that sets your senses on fire.
With two fingers at his chin, you turn his head so you can take in the guilty look of bliss on his face before you lay your lips over his. Soft and warm, they part instinctively for you and you take his bottom one between yours, sucking it into your mouth to draw out a broken sigh.
You throw a leg over his lap to straddle his waist, his hands hesitantly raising to rest over your thighs while your own press against his lower stomach, bunching his shirt into your palm while you slide your hands up.
Your weight settling over his lap is almost enough to rid him of the thought of Keeho entirely; morals be damned. You felt way too good, especially when you arched into him, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly across his boner.
Your hand cradles the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair—his lips unmoving against where yours are still kissing him.
A crease forms between his brows when he realizes both your hands have disappeared under his shirt to run over the lean muscle of his torso, which means—
Jiung’s eyes fly open. He wrenches his mouth away from yours and twists his head back as far as he can to see Keeho peering down at him from his spot behind the couch, his expression unreadable. He shoves you off of him as fast as he can, wincing when he hears you land with a muffled, “Mngph!” and darts off the couch.
“Keeho! I’m—I’m so sorry! I didn’t—she—I’m sorry!” he stumbles over his words to form an adequate enough apology. “Please, I’ll do anything just don’t be…” His words falter when Keeho breaks out into a smile.
“Relax, Jiung,” Keeho says, his voice calm as he rounds the couch to sit on its arm beside where you pull yourself back into a sitting position. “It’s okay.”
Jiung’s cheeks flame at the way you both look at him, not a hint of shock or anger present in either one of you. If anything, your gazes are heated and he watches Keeho press a delicate kiss to your forehead before turning back to face him.
“How… how can it be okay?” Jiung whispers, eyes darting between you. “I just betrayed you—”
Keeho cuts him off with a mischievous, crooked smile that does little to soften the shock from his next words.
“We know you like her.”
He freezes in place, his mind racing a mile a minute. “What?”
“We know you have a thing for her. We’ve known for a while, actually.”
Jiung’s embarrassment momentarily eclipses at the understanding in Keeho’s voice, more confused than ever. “And you’re not… angry?”
His eyes dart to you when you stand and approach him. He watches your movements carefully, looking back nervously to see Keeho’s reaction when you reach out to grasp his hands in yours. All Keeho does is lean forward to rest his elbows on his knees, staring at him intently but still, with no anger.
“Why would we be angry?” You ask. “You can’t help your feelings. It doesn’t have to be an issue.”
Jiung stares, completely taken aback and at a loss for what is happening. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what’s going on.”
He lets you tug him slowly back to the couch where Keeho rises to stand.
Keeho wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, both your hands still intertwined with Jiung’s, as he speaks, “We were thinking… It can be more for you… if you want.”
The implication hung in the air, tantalizingly alluring. His tense muscles relax a fraction now that he's sure that Keeho isn't upset, but he's still as confused as ever at whatever is being offered to him.
“More?” He repeats for clarification.
“I’m just going to be blunt, she wants you to fuck her—”
“Keeho!” You cut him off with a shove that has him falling back to the couch with an unrestrained laugh. Jiung is pleased to see the flush that blooms on your cheeks at the exposure of your own little secret; his cock gives a needy jerk in his pants.
You turn back to him with a bashfulness that is too cute for what the situation calls for. “I’d be lying if I said I haven't thought about you in that way, and I thought it could be fun…? If you're down, of course.”
It all sounds a little too good to be true. The fantasy of you he’d guilty used to pleasure himself for months being presented to him on a silver platter; it made the heat in his gut flare into an eager burn. But there was one last thing he couldn't wrap his mind around.
“And what's in it for you?” He asks, nodding in Keeho’s direction.
Keeho leans back on the couch with his hands behind his head, bucking his hips slightly to get comfortable, grinning up at his friend. “I get to see my girl pleased and happy.”
You scoff at him. “Don’t act like you don't want this too.”
Keeho shrugs his shoulders, not disagreeing, and lets the silence settle around you. You wait for Jiung to come to his final decision. He doesn’t trust his voice to speak, so he nods once and you exhale a happy, excited sigh.
He clears his throat and asks, “So how does this work?”
He stares blankly as you and Keeho exchange knowing glances, and Keeho jumps back up from the couch to settle behind you again, his front pressed to your back. Your eyes flutter shut when he snakes a large hand around your body, so low on your belly that his fingers graze where you need him most, and he pushes you back to grind his erection into your ass.
You disconnect one of your hands from Jiung’s to reach behind and wrap around his head, pulling his face into the crook of your neck. He makes sure that Jiung is watching while he peppers wet open-mouth kisses on your skin until you're panting and your head falls back on his shoulder.
Jiung watches on, entranced by your needy little sounds and the responsiveness of your body to Keeho's.
“First of all, she likes to be taken care of,” Keeho says, drawing Jiung’s attention back to him. “You’re gonna help me take care of her, right Jiung?”
He nods and swallows down the flood of saliva in his mouth when he feels you give the hand you're still holding a squeeze before tugging him forward until his feet brush yours.
“You can be a little rough with her, but not too much. She’s sensitive. She also likes being told what to do, don’t you baby?” Keeho asks and you nod obediently. “Good girl. Why don’t you unzip his pants and feel him up a bit? Gotta make sure he’s as hard as possible for later.”
For later? The mystery of what is to come sends a wave of heat rushing through Jiung’s body. You release his hand, your fingers deftly flying to undo the button of his jeans and drag his zipper down.
The outline of him is visible, pressing through the fabric of his underwear. You slip your hand beneath the waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cockhead. He jerks at the contact, his hips bucking into your grip as you slowly stroke him.
“See how worked up he is already?” Keeho murmurs into your ear. “All that time watching us… he’s been waiting for this.”
He couldn’t even deny it now that he knew how obvious he was being. He could only indulge in your soft hand pumping him just right.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his eyes screwing shut for a moment before he forces them open when Keeho’s fingers grip his jaw.
“She also loves being kissed. Don’t forget, or she gets whiney.”
Keeho guides Jiung’s jaw forward until his lips meet yours again. He kisses you deeply now without the previous shock and hesitation, tasting the sweet lemonade you were drinking earlier.
He pulls his hand back when Jiung cradles your face in his hands, your own slightly picking up speed in response.
Keeho’s hands return to your waist, slipping beneath your shirt and inching up until they graze over your nipples. He circles the sensitive flesh with a featherlight touch until they stiffen into peaks. He takes each between two fingers, twisting and pulling until you’re a moaning mess. His hands fall back to the hem of your shirt and he tugs it up, separating the kiss, to undress you.
Jiung’s eyes blaze at how ruined you already look, your lips swollen and your eyes half lidded and hazy.
Keeho’s hands return to cup your tits, squeezing and rubbing over the already sensitive pebbled skin. You whimper and lean back further against him, your hand going slack against Jiung’s cock.
“See? I told you she’s sensitive,” Keeho chuckles, “One time I made her come just from playing with her tits—”
You whine and push your ass back roughly against him, your lips curling into a frown.
“You’re embarrassed? You don’t want Jiungie knowing how easy you are, baby?” Keeho doubles down, forcing your writhing body to still in his grasp.
“Kyo please just—” you choke out a gasp when his fingers pinch your nipples. You clamp your thighs shut, trying to satiate the aching throb that has been building. “P-Please…”
“Please? Please what? You want us to fuck you already?”
You whimper through a nod and Jiung watches the exchange with wide, blown out eyes, his cock steadily throbbing where your hand was still gripping him.
“Why don’t you tell him how you want us to fuck you, hmm? Why you are so eager to have him join us?”
Keeho’s hands finally cease their torture and slide down to your hips, giving you the chance to speak. You look at Jiung who’s waiting headily for your response. As if remembering where your hand was, you resume your slow, careful strokes as you muster up the courage to speak.
“I… want your cocks,” you say, averting your gaze down to where you’re stroking him to avoid his eye contact. You feel suddenly timid under his watchful, heated stare, the questions too daunting to outright ask. But as usual, Keeho is there to force it out of you.
“C’mon princess. Tell him what you really want. Don’t be shy now.”
You huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes glazing over as the words come out shaky and unsure. “Want both your cocks in me together.”
Jiung ruts into your loose grip at the thought of both him and Keeho buried inside of you, filling you completely. A raw, primal want floods through him that sends his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Fuck, really?” he manages to choke out.
You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep, telling crimson. Keeho smiles against your neck, grazing it with his teeth before biting down playfully.
“That’s what she wants, Jiung. Double the fun. She wants her cunt stuffed with cock so, what do you say? You agree?”
With your hand stroking him so deliciously, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard and utters the word you’ve been waiting for, “Yes.”
Keeho smiles at him with satisfaction, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “Pull him out sweetheart.”
You follow his command and tug Jiung’s aching cock out of his pants, watching with hungry eyes as it hangs out of the fabric, long and curved slightly, flushed a bright, angry red at the tip. Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp at how pretty he is. Behind you, Keeho’s hips buck into you.
“I told you he’d be the right size.”
Jiung’s head sways, dizzy at the prospect that you two have already consulted over whether or not his dick was the right match for your freaky escapades. He shoots Keeho a questioning glance but Keeho only shrugs.
“We’ve all seen each other naked before. Did you expect me not to remember the size of your dick?” Keeho shoots back. He chuckles against your shoulder when Jiung’s lip curls at him, and he quickly adds on, “If I remember correctly, you were watching both of us make out in that kitchen, or am I wrong?”
His cock pulses at the memory of Keeho’s big hands gripping you and his mouth parting to accept your tongue. A part of him wonders why he’s never felt any jealousy towards Keeho. Now, the answer is clear, but his ego is too big to admit it.
Keeho gives him an annoyingly smug wink, his hands curling into your bottoms to inch them and your panties down your thighs. “We have to prep her first. Gotta stretch her out enough to take both of us.”
He sits you down on the couch and beckons Jiung forward to get a better view of him pulling them fully down your legs. He gently parts your thighs until they’re spread open wide, your weeping cunt on full view.
Jiung gawks at the amount of arousal that coats your heat, watching as a heavy bead of your slick gathers and drips onto the couch beneath you. Your clit peaks out from its hood, hard and pulsing, desperate for attention. He reaches down to grip himself at the base, squeezing hard then stroking to satisfy the pleasure coiling in his stomach.
Keeho’s finger prods through your folds, tracing a lazy path through your slit to collect your wetness and spreading it over your clit. You whimper, your legs attempting to clench shut, but he holds them open with his other hand, his fingers digging roughly into your thigh.
“Look at her,” Keeho murmurs, also taken by how pretty your dripping cunt looks, never tiring of seeing how wet you get. He inches his finger down to rub at your hole, circling his finger until he presses in, breaching the tough muscle that pushes against him. “So perfect and so fucking tight. I don’t know how she’s gonna take both of our cocks. Can barely take me alone, but we’ll make it work, right darling? Your greedy cunt is gonna take two cocks?”
You don’t hear any words, all you can focus on is his finger curling deep to press against that spongy spot in you, your eyes rolling back at the shock of pleasure.
Your cunt clenches when Keeho withdraws his finger, offering it up in Jiung’s direction. “Wanna taste?”
He doesn't think twice before he sinks to his knees between where you both are sitting on the couch, his stare fixing on the glistening essence coating Keeho’s finger. He grabs Keeho’s wrist and takes the soaked digit into his mouth, his lips closing to fully taste your sweet and musky flavor. He sucks slowly, his tongue swirling, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste.
He misses the look of astonishment that you and Keeho share. When he’s lapped up every last bit of you, he pulls off with a soft pop.
Keeho chuckles darkly at him, “I meant you can eat her out, but that works too.”
The blush that had just left him returns, deeper than before. He shoots Keeho a glare, his jaw tightening. “You’re such an asshole,” he mutters.
“You guys love me.” Keeho stands over you both to work open his belt, and gestures to Jiung. “Go ahead, open her up. I always have to prep her to take me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands grip your thighs and he leans forward with a gentle sweep of his tongue through your folds that has you gasping, your fingers threading through his hair to push him harder against you. The taste of you combined with the way your hips tilt up to meet him unleashes something in him.
He moans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit with a growing confidence before dipping lower to tease your entrance. He drinks you in and you give an experimental grind over his tongue that has his nose bumping pleasantly against your bundle of nerves.
You squeeze your nipple with your free hand, your gaze falling on Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold, now bare of any clothes and pumping his cock from base to tip.
“Slip a few fingers in, Jiung,” he instructs, “Stretch her open.”
Jiung doubles his efforts, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently between the flick of his tongue around the sensitive nub. He pushes two fingers against your entrance until they slip inside, curling and scissoring them to loosen you up. Your back arches, a sweet little cry slipping through your lips when he pulls his fingers out just to plunge right back in. The pleasure builds, the muscles in your belly tightening as you teeter on the edge.
Jiung boldly adds a third finger even as he struggles to pump them all into you, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream while you convulse over him, your vision blanking into a bright, white light for a moment.
He pulls off while you slump against the couch, still shuddering through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Keeho moves to stand beside him, and when Jiung looks up, his jaw goes slack at how big Keeho is, his hand barely able to curl around his girth. He turns back to your fluttering pussy, questioning exactly how they were both going to fit in you.
“Think she’s ready for me?” Keeho asks, his voice raspy and low.
The question isn't directed towards you, but you feel the need to reassure them that you’re still eager to take them. “I am,” you slur, your head lolling back against the cushion.
Keeho grins affectionately at you. “That’s my girl.” He moves to sit beside you on the couch, pulling you into a deep, healing kiss before he gently maneuvers you over his lap. He settles your back against his chest and rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his hand patting your hip. “I know you’re tired, but I need to slip it in.”
With a weak, shuddering breath, you raise yourself up, wrapping one arm around his shoulder for support while Keeho guides himself to your soaked entrance. The broad head of his cock nudges against you.
“Easy now,” he coo’s, helping you sink down.
A desperate, filthy noise escapes you when he fills you, his thickness stretching you wider. There was little resistance thanks to the obscene amount of wetness coating your folds, and how Jiung worked you open. When you’re finally seated fully on him, your bodies flush, Keeho groans and bites into your shoulder. “Fuck, don’t even need lube, do you, princess? You’re so fucking wet.”
Jiung watches, mesmerized, as Keeho begins to move slowly, his hips rolling upward into you. Jiung quickly rids himself of the remainder of his clothes, his own cock aching and neglected watching Keeho fuck you.
Sensing his need, Keeho’s gaze snaps up to him. “Come here,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.”
Jiung eagerly moves forward, fitting himself between Keeho’s parted legs. He braces a knee on the couch, his heart racing excitedly when you reach out to lay a hand on his chest. Keeho stills his movements and nods at him, his own control fraying when you squeeze around his cock.
“Okay, Jiung, go slow. Real slow. We’re gonna fill her up together.”
Jiung nods and lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock to nudge against your swollen folds. He presses down against Keeho’s cock, his lips parting in a breathy whine at the contact, Keeho’s velvety cock soft and smooth against his own. He tries to inch in, the first attempt unsuccessful as his cock slips to glide against your pulsing clit, leaving you writhing.
Keeho grips your hips tight in his hands. “Stay still, baby. Just breathe through it… Come on, let Jiung’s cock in.”
“Wait,” Jiung interjects, his voice strained. “Just let me…”
His fingers slide along Keeho’s cock to your entrance, pressing to enter in alongside him. You whimper at the precise pressure from his fingertips against your walls.
“You’re doing so good,” Jiung whispers, rubbing his free hand over your belly to soothe the stretch. He speaks softer than Keeho, approaching you with care in comparison to his friend's rougher demeanor.
Your nails dig into his chest when slides in another finger that you suck in easily, curling and scissoring you just like before until he’s knuckle deep. He listens to your punched-out whines as your body yields to the stretch.
Jiung glances up to find your eyes soaked with tears, your cheeks flushed red. His heart squeezes at how fucked out you look and he slips his fingers out to see the ruined look intensify. He grips his cock harder and presses himself back to where Keeho’s disappearing in you. He pushes his hips forward, and the three of you cry out in tandem when he breaches your hole, the tip slipping in.
“F-Full—” you manage to croak out at the painful stretch. “‘S too m-much.”
“You’re gonna take it,” Keeho soothes, kissing your shoulder. “This is what you wanted. So be a good girl and take it.”
You whimper at his harsh words and nod, giving Jiung the green light to sink further into you. He does, sliding in deeper until only half of his cock is left, a groan ripping through him at the crushing tightness. He could feel Keeho, hot and throbbing, right alongside him, your gummy walls straining around both cocks. The sensation was mind-bending.
“Oh my fucking god,” Keeho mewls, “You’re stretched so wide. Doing so good, taking us in your tight, pretty cunt.”
Jiung slips his hands under the back of your knees, pressing your thighs against your chest to fold you in half. With one last, careful push, he slides in as deep as he can go, only an inch left not pushed in you. You sob openly, a raw broken sound at the overwhelming sensation of your pussy stretched to its absolute limit.
For a moment, no one moves to give you time to adjust, the three of you breathless. Keeho’s forehead rests on your neck while Jiung’s breaths come in ragged pants. You are barely conscious, your body impaled on them the only thing tethering you to earth.
Keeho was the first to stir, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “How is it, baby? You’re stuffed with cock, just like you wanted,” He mumbles, his voice thick with awe and lust. “Is it everything you were hoping for?”
Jiung’s hands tremble where he holds your legs, struggling to remain still in the suffocating, divine heat when your walls never cease their fluttering around them, a desperate, rhythmic clench that threatens to undo him completely.
“C-Can’t…move,” you slur, words coming out jumbled. “So f-full.”
“It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to do anything,” Keeho reassures, his hips giving the tiniest rock that makes Jiung bite his lip at the exquisite drag. “Just take it for us, all you have to do is take it.”
You cry out when Keeho gives a sharper thrust, a fresh wave of pleasure filtering through the pain. Jiung finds his voice, his gaze locking onto the filthy sight of you folded open so vulnerably and stuffed full. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “So perfect.”
Keeho draws back an inch, then pushes forward again, his movements forcing Jiung’s cock to shift inside you as well. Jiung mirrors Keeho’s action, pulling out when he’s situated back in, taking turns fucking into you.
“Oh, fuck,” Jiung groans, his head dropping forward. The friction was unlike anything he’s ever felt.
“That’s it,” Keeho praises, sliding a hand to wrap around your throat from behind. “Just like that, your greedy cunt is swallowing us so good.”
Your eyes, barely open, drop down to watch them thrust into you, their movements shallow with barely any room to move. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, your body alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. You could feel the coil tightening quick again in your stomach, your climax building fast.
You words dissolve into meaningless sounds, all you could manage was a stream of broken babbles. “Ah—ngh—gonna c-come…”
Keeho’s hand tightens around your throat. “We’re fucking you stupid, huh? Can’t even form a thought.”
Jiung’s hips falter at the tears streaming down your face, your jaw slack and open, his cock swelling from the sight alone as Keeho continues, his thrusts growing harder. He feels the overwhelming need to kiss you, remembering Keeho’s earlier advice. He leans forward and slots his lips between yours, kissing you even as your mouth falls open in a shaky moan.
All at once, the coil snaps. You keen as your back arches away from Keeho’s hold, your toes curling at the white-hot current that short-circuits any remaining thought.
The intense, clenching pressure was enough to force Jiung’s own orgasm out of him, his movements stilling completely with Keeho’s cock rubbing against him, coaxing his own to empty deep inside you in hot, endless spurts.
“F-fuck Keeho!” Jiung gasps, his body shaking when Keeho starts hammering into you, his thrust turning brutal and short, chasing his own high, still milking the remainder of Jiung’s cum out of him.
You were overstimulated beyond belief, trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks continue to ripple through you. Just as you think the orgasm finally subsides, a new, sharper wave begins to build, your body bowing in sharp twitches. Your oversensitive nerves scream for relief.
Jiung buckles forward at the new tremor of your cunt. “S-shit Keeho… she’s gonna…” he trails off, clenching his eyes shut.
“Not done yet, are you, princess? Want to give me one more?” His hand slides from where it was gripping your belly to find your swollen clit. He presses hard against it and you jolt with a wanton gasp.
“Ah! Kyo, no—please, no more—”
“Shh,” he soothes, his touch relentless, circling the throbbing bud with firm pressure. “One more and that’s it, you can do it baby. Do it for us.”
Your vision spots, your mind goes fuzzy, and when Keeho pinches your clit, your third orgasm hits with a violent rupture. Your body convulses, a hot gush of release soaking Keeho’s hand and their bodies beneath you.
Jiung marvels at the sight of you squirting, his softening cock throbbing at the sight.
It’s exactly what Keeho needs to bring his own release. With a guttural roar, he slams his hips up into you one final time, his body stiffening as his cum mixes with yours and Jiung’s to coat your walls.
No one dares to move. Keeho stays in deep, Jiung nestling against him, both of them still partially hard inside you as the last of Keeho’s tremors subside. Jiung is the first to pull out, slow and careful, feeling the tight drag as he withdraws, slipping free with a wet squelch. He kneels back, his dazed eyes watching the thick flow of cum seep from your stretched hole.
You sob at the hollowness and loss of their combined fullness.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jiung whispers, his voice hoarse. He moves forward, his hands gentle on your hips. Keeho, understanding, gives a final, tender kiss to your shoulder before relaxing his hold and helping Jiung to ease you off of his softening cock.
The moment his tip slips out, the remainder of your releases floods out, dripping down over Keeho’s stomach.
They lay you down on the cushions, your body completely boneless, a trembling, oversensitive mess. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to come to terms with the emptiness and the faint soreness that was already settling in your muscles.
Keeho leans forward to press a kiss into your hair while Jiung rubs soothing circles into your thigh.
They stare at the breathtaking sight of your pussy slightly gaping, swollen and glistening, painted with streaks of white fluid.
“Fuck…” Jiung breaths, his strokes turning worshipful on your thigh.
Keeho’s gaze drips down, and he lets out a soft, incredulous scoff. “Jiung, what the fuck? How are you still hard?”
Jiung blinks stupidly and looks down, his cheeks heating at the sight of his cock still half-hard, stirred back to life by your wrecked state.
You hear the words, “Still hard,” and your heavy-lidded eyes shift, a spark of interest lighting in their hazy depths. “Hmm?” you slur, turning your head towards Jiung.
Jiung’s eyes widen in panic, disbelief clouding his features at how you still are interested in taking more even after being fucked into oblivion.
Keeho bursts out laughing and leans in to capture your lips in a messy, languid kiss. When he pulls back, he’s still grinning. “I think you’re done for tonight baby. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.”
You pout, the expression adorable on your wrecked face. Ignoring Keeho, you turn to press a sleepy kiss to Jiung’s lips, nuzzling into him when his arms wrap around your frame protectively.
Keeho watches the two of you, smiling fondly and content. He lets out a long, happy sigh and stretches back on the couch, fixing Jiung with a satisfied smile. “What did I tell you? Double the fun.”
KEEHO: dom!keeho, overstimulation & body worship
keeho is all about praise, possession, and overstimulation. a mix of soft obsession and dominant energy that completely takes you over. he thrives on watching you fall apart, trembling under his touch while he whispers encouragement into your skin. his hands never stop. rubbing circles into your hips, squeezing your thighs while he eats you out like he’s starving. “you’re so fucking perfect, baby. look at you.” he’ll say it like a prayer, over and over again. and once you cum? he doesn’t stop. he kisses you through it, fingers still inside, tongue back on your clit while you cry and squirm in his grip.
he also worships your body like it’s sacred. stretch marks, softness, skin. nothing gets ignored. he’ll pin you down just to mouth at your belly or bite into your inner thighs, humming as he marks you everywhere but where you want him most. “i could live between your legs,” he’ll murmur, tongue dragging up your slit. and when he’s inside you? he’s slow, deep, and deliberate. keeping eye contact, letting you feel every inch. keeho wants to make sure you know how good you make him feel. his aftercare is next level too: full of giggles, soft teasing, snacks, water, and long back rubs that lull you into sleep.
THEO: soft dom & breeding kink
theo is the gentle dom that makes you feel so small in his hands. big, warm, slow with his touch but filthy with his mouth. he’ll press you into the mattress and say “relax, i’ve got you,” right before sliding inside, groaning from how tight you are. he’s all about slow, heavy strokes. deep enough to make you shake, slow enough to draw it out. and he loves kissing while he fucks. hands tangled in your hair, lips brushing yours while he moans “so good, so tight, you feel so good, baby.” he’s not aggressive, but he’s so focused it feels intense.
his breeding kink is strong. he’s not loud about it, but the possessiveness bleeds into every word. he finishes deep, every time. hands on your hips, body flushed to yours, holding you down while he groans “take it. just like that. let me fill you up.” and when he sees it leaking out? he pushes it back in with his fingers, gently. slowly. whispering “don’t waste a drop, baby.” he’s obsessed with the image of you completely full. even if it’s just the fantasy, the effect is the same. theo wants to leave you ruined, wrecked, and full of him for hours.
JIUNG: switch!jiung, mirror play & messy oral
jiung loves giving. and receiving, pleasure in every way. he’s a switch to the core, equally addicted to topping you and watching you ride him until he’s losing his mind. he’ll suck on your fingers just to make you flinch, press kisses down your stomach before dragging his tongue across your folds, completely focused. he loves watching you in the mirror. sitting behind you with his arms around your waist while he grinds up into you slowly. “look at you,” he whispers. “you’re so sexy like this. you see how good i make you feel?”
oral is his favorite kind of foreplay. both giving and receiving. he loves it messy, with spit and moans and slippery fingers between your thighs. he’ll have you cumming on his tongue with tears down your cheeks and still beg for more. “again, baby. i’m not done yet.” and when you get on your knees? he melts. whines. tangles his hands in your hair and rocks his hips while whispering “you’re so good at that. don’t stop. please.” whether he’s the one fucking you against the mirror or whining under your mouth. jiung lives for shared control, messy pleasure, and the kind of sex that leaves you both breathless.
INTAK: jealousy kink & teasing dom
intak is flirty, cocky, dangerously competitive. and all of that turns up tenfold when he’s in bed. he’s got a jealousy kink that comes out hot. not mean, but needy. you laugh at another guy’s joke and his hand slides up your thigh, lips against your ear like “is he making you wet right now? or is it still me?” when he’s jealous, he fucks you harder. rougher. he pins your wrists, marks your chest, keeps his name on your tongue until you can’t say anything but his name. he wants to prove he’s the best, and he does. over and over.
he’s a teasing dom, too. obsessed with edging, denial, and making you earn it. his favorite move is pulling you into his lap, grinding you over his thigh until you’re crying. “what’s wrong? thought you wanted it,” he’ll coo, fingers brushing between your folds. and when you beg? he’ll still drag it out. his smirk is infuriating, and he knows exactly how hot it makes you. and when he finally gives in? it’s like flipping a switch. fast, needy, possessive, breathless moans and low praises like “mine. say it.” because under all that cocky energy is someone desperate to be your only one.
SOUL: degradation kink & rough dom
soul is so quiet off-stage. but in bed, he turns. degradation is his favorite game: he’ll whisper the filthiest things while pounding into you from behind, breath warm against your ear. “look at you. all fucked out and still begging? pathetic.” he says it like he means it. like it hurts how much he wants you. and when you cry? it only makes him go harder. he likes it messy, rough, fast. hands bruising your hips, cock buried deep, one hand pressing against your lower back to keep you right where he wants you.
he’s a rough dom, but he always checks in. the way he handles you is intense. he’ll hold you down, choke you, slap your ass until it stings. but it’s controlled. he’s focused, precise, and totally tuned into your reactions. “you can take it,” he murmurs, slowing just a little when you whimper, only to pick up the pace when you beg. and after? he doesn’t say much. but he pulls you close, lays kisses on your neck, and wraps his hoodie around your shoulders while rubbing your back in silence. it's comfort after chaos. exactly what you need.
JONGSEOB: possessive switch & orgasm control
jongseob is young, but cocky. confident in a way that’s almost dangerous. his favorite thing is orgasm control. he gets hard watching you squirm, watching you beg, watching your thighs shake while he pulls his fingers away right before you cum. “not yet,” he says, voice low, dragging his tongue slowly up your slit. he’ll edge you again and again until you’re crying, then finally give in. just to ruin you more. and when you try to rush it? he grips your hips and growls “you cum when i say.”
he’s a possessive switch. dominant when he needs to be, but loves being topped by someone who earns it. if you ride him with control, if you tease him and say “don’t cum yet,” he’ll listen, just barely. and then flip you over the second he gets the chance. he leaves marks on your thighs, scratches on your hips, kisses on your neck like a brand. jongseob doesn’t just want your body. he wants your willpower. and once it breaks? he fucks you until your voice is gone, then holds you while you sleep, whispering “no one else gets you like i do.”
