yes i’m back and IM FREAAAKYYYT!!!!! i would lauv an audio of jake like maybe the same mythosva genre but idc if it’s dom or sub! whatever u choose pwincess
after three months i finally get to this asks 😭 i hope it’s to your liking!
taejun threesome, but it's them competing who can make you cum the hardest and loudest
and both of them have insane stamina 0‐0
(i can def see both of them being hard doms, but jjun is just a tad gentler) (i'm up for correction!)
(idk what it is w me and threesomes nowadays holyyyy)
ᵎ!ᵎ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴀʟ? ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ! ༘⋆
── .✦ pairing: k.th & c.yj
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏.☘︎ ݁˖⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ featuring... The Virgin Formula Taejun !! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
.ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓ ... in which your daytrip out to the golf course after your chemistry exam ends with your two cheerleaders wanting more than just a hole in one <𝟑 .ᐟ
ᝰ.ᐟ wc- 4k ╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...
warnings!! and mentions!! unprotected p in v, kinda hard 'n mean doms!taejun, double penetration, inexperienced nerdy!reader from tvf, slight dumbification, dirty talk, range of petnames (angel, slut etc.), creampies, degrading praise, some choking (can't remember if this made the final cut), dacryphilia, oral f!rec, Not proofread
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ tyunningism's note: Should be on hiatus but I've been leaving @saccharinezennie hanging for too long and decided to drop the taejun threesome which i've merged with an anon's ask for tvf!taejun so the drabble might be a little off track!
College is a rough patch. Even more so at the peak of exam season, when you can’t think about anything but the chemical formulae connecting all the pathways in your head. Which is arguably something you’ve always been grounded in and flawless at, although nowadays it’s almost as if that’s all you pay attention to. Scraped aside to the corner of the living room, where your desk is being crushed under the weight of all your manuscript-grade textbooks, you keep your nose buried inside the crack of a page. So often that your roommate Yeonjun sees the back of your head and the contents of the pages more than he sees you. Occupied with submitting your own research, and a hypothesis or two you failed to prove— you rarely have time for him, and even less so for his best friend.
Who has, most definitely, tried every coercion tactic under the sun to pull you from further melting into the seat you fall asleep in, as opposed to your bed. Whether it’s Taehyun taking you on a joyride (which you ruined by playing lecture recordings on the aux), or Yeonjun perching you on his lap to watch a rom-com (which you slept through after exhausting yourself on a thesis). Or even when both of them plotted to drop their towels after a post-gym shower right in front of you, and fuck— you didn’t try to spare them an eye.
Not until exams were over at least! You, all happy-go-lucky to be free from the shackles of your chemistry degree, whereas on the other hand, your roommate and his friend look more sluggish than ever. Limp, barely living but surprisingly breathing, Taehyun’s even said he’s lost muscle mass after a month of being swept to the side for capillary tubes and anhydrous copper sulphate bullshit he doesn’t understand. So it’s only fair that you agree to finally relax with them after knocking the weight off your shoulders. It just wasn’t fair for them not to warn you beforehand that they’d be unloading their entire summer plans all onto you.
A hand straps tighter than your seatbelt around your thigh, the other steering the wheel through grasslands you’ve more than missed seeing. And Yeonjun’s been demoted to backseat again, his legs kicked up onto the centre console and occasionally kicking into the back of Taehyun’s seat whenever it best deemed fit.
“Did you remember to put on sunscreen before we left angel?” Taehyun kisses his teeth in the front mirror, shooting a glare right through to the ash-blonde who retracts his foot back towards the floor, keeping quiet about the muddy footprints he’s already plastered.
Your head pops off from resting against your palm, turning to face your designated driver who’s got his eyes busy on the road. Glasses pushed up his nose, hair messily tousled and styled by his fingers alone, which is to say slightly overgrown and tickling down the back of his neck. “I had Jun apply some for me earlier. Couldn’t reach my back properly, you know.”
“—She took her bra off so I could apply it correctly too.”
“Jun!” Mortified, you whip your head towards the back with your eyes peeled open. Sort of unsure of whether pressing your finger to your lips to shush him would help with damage control, or if overexplaining yourself would be a better route with Taehyun. “Don’t make it weird! I-I wanted to wear a backless shirt, that’s all.”
Taehyun hums knowingly, but it passes through his lips so monotone that it worries you honestly, until he opens his mouth to speak. “I’m surprised he didn’t offer to rub sunscreen around the inside of your thighs. Sounds like something he’d d—"
“Oh! No he offered to do it for me too while I was drying my hair.” Your face beams as if you saved yourself heaps of time by letting Yeonjun do all the hard work. Hell, you even offer to help save time by applying sunscreen on both of them the next time you’re out.
“—And, I got to see the cute little panties she wore to go golfing. The purple see-through pair you bought for her Taeh—”
“Ohmygod Jun shut up!” Poor guy doesn’t receive a warning for the bottle of hand cream you toss at his face. From head to toe, you’re quivering with embarrassment, hands balled up as you glare at him from peeking over the passenger seat before he could pull anything else out of his foul mouth. You also think about correcting him for a second, about the fact that the thread was starting to come undone to those sheer panties Taehyun bought for you with ‘no intentions’. Thus your current predicament right now, with an underwear shortage you can’t even pinpoint when it began to happen and how they happened to have gone missing throughout the weeks and a last resort. A pair of white boxers that belonged to Yeonjun, which is albeit, better than going commando.
The grip around your thigh steadily tightens even more as Taehyun strokes his hand further up your thigh, settling around the warm skin of your inner part, tapping his fingers against the plush gently as he steers another turn.
“He’s no good, angel. Would’ve eaten your pretty pussy through your panties if I were him.” A chuckle gears through him as he flashes his signature wide grin, groping the flesh on your thigh as if to reinstate his point, that the option was still available if you’d just tell him to pull over onto the hard shoulder.
It’s even worse that you can’t bring yourself to give him a proper answer. Immediately sailing your mind elsewhere by plugging in your wired headphones into one of those chemistry podcasts that could’ve been summarised as a text instead of an hour-long frenzy about relativity. Although the low-set volume is quickly overran by the muffled conversations between the two men, and a couple of laughs you’re all of a sudden feeling too hot to tune into as Taehyun pulls into the course.
But by the time all three of you are handed the wackiest, worn-down clubs they had to offer, you learn that both of your friends who dragged you along here in the first place weren’t as amateur as they had proposed to you.
Your roommate for one, has swung his club with enough strength to land the gold ball far off towards the end of the course. Biceps bulging as he steadies himself into position, patting himself on the shoulder with a joking kiss blown in your direction which you swat your hand at. That being the worst decision you could’ve made by the time he runs towards you in disbelief, knocking into Taehyun in the process.
“Not liking the performance pretty? Turns out I’m pretty good at this, no?” The brunette scoffs in the far distance watching the ash-blonde tip off his hat to stump it loosely on top of your head, finding the means to meet your gaze at eye level as he points towards his golf ball that’s surpassed yours by a mile already. “Reward me?” His finger draws your attention directly to the apple of his cheek, puffed out by a smile and lightly rosy as he taps against his skin, inching for a kiss he knows you’re too shy to give.
“Tough crowd. What about a blowjob?” You’re taken aback by it at first, mind spinning to remember what a blowjob even was in the first place when a grueling groan ruptures from Yeonjun’s lips as he falls to hug his ankle. Right beside it, a golf ball, probably steaming from the friction as you look across to Taehyun who can only care to give a brief ‘sorry, wrong way.’
In fact, he’s already moving on to his turn as he positions his golf club, shifting the weight on his feet to grasp his ground and play methodically— plan it out tactically, as he always has done. “Take notes Jun, then you won’t sound so pathetic next round.” A mean laugh fizzles out of him as he cranes his neck towards the side, left hand steering the club just about enough as his aim tells him as he locks eyes with the white ball.
“Hole in one and I get to cum inside.” Your jaw drops slack as the sentence passes through one ear and hastily rushes to get out the other, as well as turning your head a full 360 to make note of whether anyone else managed to hear something so vulgar coming from your plot of field. And well, your jaw only drops further which you didn’t even believe was possible as you track the locus of the ball as it bounces off from one surface to the other, circling just around the flagged hole before ultimately dropping itself right in.
Right into the hole in one shot, and you can’t help but meet Jun’s eyes in equal disbelief as your legs awkwardly walk along the course for your turn. Settling right in the middle between the two men as they eye your every step.
“Were you being serious? You and Jun?” Your thumbs twiddle around the stick of the club, beginning to feel furiously hot as heat rises throughout your body, your teeth chewing on your lips as you meet eyes with the brunette with what you can’t explain as expectancy or reassurance. But it’s simultaneous, how they laugh in unison, large hands patting gently on your ass to usher you forward. Going as far as to help you maneuver yourself into position as Jun moulds himself as close as possible to you. Skin to skin, his knee slotted against the back of yours, back pressed to chest, and he promises he’s trying so so hard not to press up fully against you. It just so happens that in some cases he really does need to be ‘that close’ in proximity to you to help arrange your posture, even if it means his crotch accidentally brushes against the fabric of your shorts every now and then. “I’m hurt sweetheart, you spent so much time studying that you managed to forget the kind of people Tyun and I are.”
A sulk plays across his face, but nothing about him gives you an answer. Leaving you as confused and dazed as you were prior, eventually until it was your time to swing the club again.
You lean over slightly, trying to observe the ball a little more clearly when your loose backless top begins to rise up your back slowly, revealing the small patch of skin just above the top of your denim shorts. Far too short as they ride up the back of your thighs, tracing out the curve of your ass where the white waistband appears all-too-familiar for the two of them not to make note. Definitely not with the black block-lettering making it stand out entirely for what it was.
“I thought you said she was wearing purple—”
“Y-yeah she was but— aren’t those my pair?”
Less than two seconds in to you finally leaning straight again and getting ready to swing, there’s an interception to the grip on your club as your head flicks from side-to-side harsh enough to inflict whiplash. Confused as you lock eyes with both of them one after the other, ready to rest your hand on your hips and complain about them ruining your concentration completely. “Was just about swing tyunnie, what’s the matter now?—”
“Drop the club and let Jun handle it. We’re heading back to the car.”
Thinking about it now, you would’ve been able to have squeezed yourself an extra fifteen minutes on the golf course if you had gotten the big deal of wearing Yeonjun’s underwear over and sorted to begin with. Because your current predicament leaves you sandwiched between the two men, head spinning as they back you into the mattress, your fall cushioned by Taehyun’s chest as he lands underneath you. Rushing to readjust himself as he plots gentle kisses along your ear, contradicted by the sudden urge that troubles through him to nip at your skin. Lapping at the sensitive patch just below your jaw, suckling and tugging roughly onto the skin as he guides your chin with two fingers, making sure you’re facing Yeonjun directly as he climbs over the both of you. Shirt in hand and tossed elsewhere onto the floor of his room, shorts sagging down his hips to just about reveal the base of his cock as he palms himself through his shorts. Groans amplified by Taehyun’s grunts as the weight of your hips pressing against his bulge causes him to toss his head back into the array of pillows, with his canines on full display as he grinds his hips back into you.
“God, baby what were you thinking?” Yeonjun prowls his fingers through the valley of your thighs, prying them apart slowly as he drags a thumb down the slit of your folds through his boxers. Gawking at the way the wet patch on the fabric coats his fingers in your slick completely, thick enough to transfer right through as he presses harshly against your clit to grind sharp circles against the bud. “Fuck— take a look at that.”
He brings his fingers up to the brunette to see for himself, rotating his thumb at all angles so that your slick could catch the light, and it’s almost on cue that Taehyun’s cock twitches in his pants. The slight movement shoots right through to your core as you whine, digging your hips further back into him for the friction slotting the prominent tip of his cock between your ass.
“C-couldn’t find anything else I— ohmygod—” Your toes curl on instinct as Taehyun hooks your panties to the side, voice all whiny and desperate as the cold air against your folds causes you to pulse, eyes brimming shut when Taehyun’s middle drags a long slick-coated stripe along your folds.
“Are you really that dense angel? Can’t figure out that it’s Jjunie and I who’ve been putting them to good use?” You shudder as his breath fans against your ear, shaking your head no gently whenever you struggled to form words past your whimpers, particularly now as the ash blonde works his way up your stomach. Peppering kisses along your belly and stopping just under where your bra cups your tits together. “Still have a photo of when I came twice all over the blue cotton pair I stole princess, you’ll let me make it up to you, no?”
Yeonjun leans in closer to hush right against your ear, whispers kissing through his clenched teeth as he rocks his hips against your clothed cunt, bumping bulges with Taehyun’s who’s pressed just beneath you. “Bet you put my boxers on knowing I came in them just thinking about how warm you’d feel around my cock, just like a good slut hm?”
“— Still’d be able to see the cum stains on the inside if you looked hard enough sweetheart.” Taehyun laughs at the way you try to check for any stains for yourself, struggling to get a clear view of the fabric at all when your roommate yanks the white pair from your fingertips. Pulling down the tight fabric in a jagged motion past your ankles and discarding it elsewhere for him to steal back again later. “What do you think angel? Think you can take us both at once? Bet Tyunnie’s stretched you out plenty already.”
Every word that falls from their lips is dirty, sinful, clouded by nothing but lust. But when the familiarity of Taehyun’s cock is pressed up against you and Jun’s hands are already on their cycle of working towards your clit, you can only crave for more.
Eyes glossy with need as you chew on your lip, batting your lashes straight up at Yeonjun, which sends blood rushing to his cock at light speed. And your mewls are practically all that he needs to hear to climax at this point, all those soft “please”s and quiet “need you”s that have him so weak in the knees it’s humiliating. Even more so how he practically moans when you give him the green light, “Want both of you a-at once please— need to feel both of you in me.”
There isn’t a hum or the chuckle that usually follows after. Just straight savagery as Yeonjun tears through the clasp of your bra, occupying himself with tracing small shapes against your perked nipples; flicking his tongue against the sensitive buds without mercy. He presses a smile against the tender flesh whenever you whine at the sharp sting of his teeth nipping against your nipples, proud of himself whenever your back heaves up to thrust your chest closer into his face while Taehyun softly coos in your ear.
Promising you that you can take them both at once, gently prepping you with his cock on its own first instead of the usual fingers, groaning loudly when your cunt practically swallows his tip entirely without an issue from how you’re dripping with arousal. “Holy shit angel, taking me so well— you’re not whoring yourself out to Yeonjun behind my back are you?”
“N-no! Mnngh—” Your body tenses as you feel the stretch start to settle in through your walls, clamping down around Taehyun’s cock so tight you could make out every ridge in the skin and every prominent vein you could remember. Hands curling into tight fists as he readjusts himself inside of you, fat tip nudging and prodding against the lining of your walls causing you to wail out in bliss. “T-Tyunn!— ‘s too much!”
“You’ll be fine sweetheart. Always taking cock so greedily like a good slut, when are you ever satisfied?” Yeonjun’s laughing lightheartedly, leaning further back to latch his mouth against your entrance, just above where Taehyun’s still nestling himself into you, completely stationary as he waits for the male to flick his tongue against your clit again. Watch as you writhe under his touch, whining obscenely loud whenever his hot breath tickles your folds, wanting to prove you weren’t as dirty as they claim you are— even if the virginity excuse expired months ago.
Yeonjun’s tongue lies flat against your clit before swirling around the nub to suck against the soft muscle, nose buried between your legs that desperately tries to disobey him by closing in. The pleasure surging and crashing through you in waves too strong for you to handle when your yelp rings through both of their ears.
“Mnghh-ah! T’hyun w-wait Yeonjun’s still—” Your face scrunches up in pleasure-filled pain as Taehyun drills his hips into you out of nowhere, picking up his speed without having to accelerate at all to begin with, entirely focused on dragging his thick cock through your cunt. He’s so mean when you plead him to slow down, muttering curses under his breath as his grip around your hips tightens. Nails digging crescents into your skin, thrusting you down back onto his cock so that his balls would jeer you whenever you’d cry out loud for his length once he bottomed out completely. On top of his cock throbbing to stretch your gummy walls out further whenever the ash blonde’s tongue would meet his length simultaneously at your stuffed hole. Clenched desperately as your brain scrambles to find the words for Yeonjun.
“Use your words angel, tell Jjunie how badly you want him to tear your hole fffuck—” Taehyun presses another kiss to your shoulder, eyes zeroed in on the way your thighs bounce off of his whenever his thrusts grow too harsh. It’s impossible for his head not to fill up with all sorts of dirty thoughts he can only take out his pent-up stress on through wrapping his hand around your neck. Slithering his fingers across the soft skin before clasping around it like a vice, cock twitching from within when he notices the way you clench down on him instantly. The weakest of mewls managing to barely gasp through his light choking. “Come on baby, you can make it up to us. You left me fucking my fist raw for that whole month, you can use your words.”
“J-Jun kegh— fuck n-need you inside me please—” Taehyun strengthens his grip on your throat once more as your roommate looks up expectantly from his position between your thighs, tutting disappointedly at you for slipping over your words. “That’s not what we agreed the last time we got a taste of you, angel. I think you said a lot more dirty things than just that.”
Your lip quivers in embarrassment as you feel tears prick through your tearducts, partially due to the stretch of Taehyun’s cock and your sensitive clit that Yeonjun’s been feeding on, and partially from the humiliation starting to seep into your head. Thoughtless and fucked out of your mind when each of Taehyun’s strokes grows harder with the growing second, mind numb as you try to appease Yeonjun once more. “Need you to ngh—! Fuck my pussy ‘til I c-can’t think J-jjunie!”
Right at your beck and call, he’s immediately trying to squeeze himself in through any gap he can find, hissing when his tip slips right past your entrance as he jerks his rock-hard cock with white knuckles. It’s only after the third attempt that he finally slots himself halfway, the stretch impeccable as you grudge yourself to stay still in fear that you may rip, struggling to breathe as Taehyun’s grip on your neck is removed only to grasp your breath once more by toying with your already exerted clit.
“N-no! Can’t cum yet Taehyun ‘s too much i-if mmph!” Your eyes roll back into their whites as your head flings back onto Taehyun’s shoulder. With whines growing increasingly loud commingled with Taehyun’s grunts and Yeonjun’s own growls from the sensitivity of their cockheads rubbing against each other, fighting to prod at the soft spongy spot that releases fat, salty tears out of your eyes all at once.
“Goddd, you feel so fucking good. Crying so prettily for us, little angel doesn’t even know how much I’ve jerked off to her crying face.” Your roommate laughs almost too sadistically, unaware of just how full your womb feels with both of them at once, pummeling into you without mercy until your vision blurs with tears— just about blurry enough to be unable to study Yeonjun’s expression.
“’m so close angel shitshitshit, you’re gonna let us cum inside aren’t you? I got the hole in one as I said.” Taehyun’s eyes grow heavy-lidded as he sinks his head back into the pillows, lips parting open in an unrestrained moan as he feels himself nearing his climax, watching as Yeonjun struggles to keep ahold of himself too as he steadily reaches his own peak. Plump lips dripping with drool as he observes the way your cunt stretches obscenely to accommodate to their size, and then drawing his attention your meek nod and the tiniest yes that barely slips through your string of whimpers.
Within seconds, your orgasm comes crashing down. Spiking throughout your entire body as your legs shake through the pleasure, pussy fluttering around both of them encased within you as they follow shortly after. Spurting hot ropes of cum in varying viscosities, struggling to stuff your cunt full with all their cum while their dicks are still plugged inside of you. And for one thing, Yeonjun moans loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear when he watches both mixtures of cum drip around their cocks, forming foamy white rings that compliment the pretty heave of your chest extra well.
Almost too well, considering that by the time Taehyun’s reorganised his thoughts and Yeonjun’s no longer panting like a dog ready to lap away and thrust the cum back inside your stuffed and used hole, both of them part their lips as if they had words left unspoken. Close their mouths. And then reopen them once more as Yeonjun grabs hold of your thighs without any intentions of letting go.
“Think she’s loosened up from all that studying yet?”
“She’s got a month to make it up to us, remember? Pretty sure I made her cum harder anyway.”
🖇️ ﹐ tomorrow by together members in different scenarios when they have it bad for you — 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ʚɞ 𝗑 𝑔𝑛!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ﹐ ⓘ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 (𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ..?) , 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 , 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 , 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 , 𝖫𝖮𝖳𝖲 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 😭
izas note 🕷️ — i love making txt smaus bc i only have to do five people 😭😭 anyway thank you for the request lovely !
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warnings: 🔞!!! gangbang, mentions of drinking, getting scared, fearplay? reader gets chased through house and doesnt know who it is, knifeplay (only used to cut off underwear), clit play, mean dom moments, filming during sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f!), creampie(s), marking, subspace, fingering, oral (m! rec), hair pulling!, overstim (f!rec), she/her used prob forgot some
wc: 9.2k (this one got away from me)
an: this is not proofread at all im so so so sorry forgive me sweet angel ily but I cannot believe october is over and this event has come to an end ;-; I hope you guys like this one! im a HUGE horror movie fan so I was excited to do this and hopefully it turned out well. I went with a different approach for a scream fic that was kinda based on different aspects from the movies and I hope you like it! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]
this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the rest of the fics!
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"whats your favorite scary movie?"
You roll your eyes, hand coming up to cover the screen of your laptop. “Aren't you supposed to be doing your own work not pestering me about mine?”
It was late in the night, the library dead silent besides the hum of the heater and faint typing on stiff keyboards. The door to the study space was cracked just enough to hear the elevator if it dinged, the indicator the floor would soon be closing for the cleaning staff. The clock on the wall told you it was close to one in the morning, only an hour away from the library being cleared and closed.
“I'm avoiding the rest of my essay,” beomgyu shrugs, clicking his pen as a signal for an end to the line of questioning. “Annoying you just seemed like a better plan,”
“Annoying all of us, I needed this done an hour ago,” yeonjun doesn't even look up from his laptop, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lenses glossed over with the light from his screen, fingers speeding over the keys only to pause and jam the delete button. “Fuck, i lost my train of thought,”
“It's already late, just turn it in tomorrow morning,” huening suggests, slouched back in his chair, thumbs nibbly swiveling on the joystick of his switch. “The syllabus said it was ten points off no matter how late after twelve you submit it,”
“Don't talk to me right now, you got yours in on time. And I'm getting this done tonight whether I like it or not. I won't be able to handle looking at it tomorrow morning. the paper just won't get turned in at all if that happens,” yeonjuns back to typing furiously squinting at his laptop not noticing kais grin.
“You should have listened to me about meeting up at nine, but nooo-”
“Huening,” yeonjun warns.
“I'm just saying…”
Yeonjun picks up one of Soobin's scattered pens from the table, tossing it at Kai hitting him in the lap. And when Kai just laughs, Yeonjun picks up a few more to throw, the showering of pens making Kai yelp.
“Shhh,” soobin doesn't even lift his head to see what's going on. He and tae had been trying to sleep for the better part of two hours, Taehyun having found success, sliding two chairs together to prop his legs up. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and hasn't said anything since closing them. Soobin only crossed his arms and laid his head down, leg bouncing showing he was still struggling to actually find it in him to sleep without his bed.
The six of you usually booked the room on Friday nights from nine to two, blocking the time to try and catch up on work before the weekend. It was either the time you got the most work done or none at all. You're surprised it took beomgyu this long to finally turn away from his assignment at this point he's usually at the whiteboard doodling or trying to get everyone to play dirty hangman.
It was easier to get all of you together here instead of one of your small dorms, the space hardly big enough for three people let alone six. In the library you didn't have to worry about cramming together, the fourth floors study spaces equipped with long tables and eight chairs. Out of the two libraries on campus this one didn't have many people visit often, especially not when the walk from any of the dorms was twice as long. The fourth floor was empty and quiet except for the group's laughter on nights you didn't worry about work.
“You didn't answer that question,” beomgyu points out again, pointer finger pushing away your hand blocking the screen, “what's your favorite scary movie?”
“I didn't answer it because I can't choose,” you confess, scrolling through the paper you're writing for class.
“Is your homework twenty questions?” soobins voice is muffled, annoyed and sleep-ridden.
“No-”
beomgyu cuts you off before you could explain, brows scrunching as he reads. “Looks like it, this one is ‘what are the rules around sex’ there is no way this actually for your class,”
“What?” this pulls soobins head up, the messy strands of his dark hair sticking up around his forehead.
“Of course you wake up when you hear the word sex,” yeonjun quips, pursing his lips reading over his work on his screen.
“No need to wake up you type so loud i couldn't fall asleep,” soobin says brushing his long fingers through his hair, you always noticed the later it got the grumpier he became, pouting lips and half lidded eyes always making an appearance after midnight.
“It's for my film studies class. We’re learning about the rules of horror,” its clarification enough for soobin who nods but beomgyu lets his head tilt to the side, the vision of a question mark.
“Rules? You can't just send a killer in, have them spill some blood, and call it a day?”
“You could, but i'm sure it would follow a pattern, even without you realizing it,” scrolling through your work you pause on the first option. “First you have to think about the time period when the movie was filmed. Most of the popular ones ranged from the 80’s to the early 2000’s. A huge push in most cultures is the topics of sex, drugs, and money. It's the three things people try to control the most. Throw a bunch of badly behaving teens in with a psycho killer playing god and you can tell the masses how wrong something is. Like having sex,”
“So wrong it would get you killed?”
“Yup, in most, if not all, horror movies the people who have sex on screen or are known for sleeping around get killed off, leaving the poor virgin alive. Main characters who live to the end also don't drink, or do drugs. Rich people aren't safe, especially if you have a big empty house with lots of stairs, doors, and windows. The more for you to make the wrong decision not to exit from,”
“Then who does live?” Kai asks, game paused in hand.
“The girl next door lead, never her boyfriend, the camera man, unless you see him leave the group because you should never leave the group under any circumstances. But everyone else is fair game. Oh and if you say ‘i'll be right back,’ the lines a killer in and of itself,”
“So I'd die because I like to have a good time?” yeonjun asks, fingers paused on his keys as he looks over at you. Everyone but tae is turned in your direction, listening intently.
“Unless you're the killer, or lucky because you weren't in line of the camera when you decided it was smart enough to leave the house. It's very kill or be killed. Another rule is to never trust anyone,”
“The list just gets longer and longer,” soobin sits back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head as he stretches, “you know i saw this one post on twitter that some people like the whole masked killer thing, gets them off,”
“Of course you would be on twitter looking at stuff like that,” gyu fakes disappointment, shaking his head, “this is exactly why you wouldn't survive, you're a closeted perv,”
“I don't know about closeted perv, he was openly scrolling past hentai the other day in the dorm,” yeonjun is back to typing, soobin kicking the foot of his chair.
“Past it, i didn't pause on it,”
“It was on your for you page! Clearly you have a habit of liking things akin to it,”
“I don't know, I think it's kinda hot, the mask thing. or i guess more so the build up of fear, it's almost like foreplay, your pulse starts going, you get all flushed. And I did see this clip of these two guys dressed up…” this wouldn't be the first time any of you confessed to watching something that turned you on. All of you had been friends for years, growing up nothing had ever been an off limits topic. You can see the video in your head, the way they held the girl between them; how they manhandled her down onto the bed.
“So you and soobin are both freaks,” beomgyu grins, the need to tease showing right in his eyes.
“A threesome is not freaky,” Taehyun states, breaking his silence, hat still over his eyes, fully relaxed and laid back. If you hadn't known the sound of his voice you would have assumed he was still asleep, if he had even been asleep in the first place.
“Agreed, anything over three is a little freaky,” soobin shrugs, bending over halfway out of his chair to pick up his fallen pens.
“So would you? Sleep with more than two people at once?” gyu asks, the tilt back to his head, “this is the true test if you're freaky or not,” he chuckles.
“I mean yeah… would you?” The question is directed at the room and you watch the question lay over them like fog, each of them thinking for a second, blank expressions all the way around.
Taehyun was the first to respond, shrugging his shoulders before nodding briefly, “I wouldn't let the opportunity slip by if it was offered,” It was a unanimous yes from all of them, the hummed agreement not too surprising.
“Done!” yeonjun smashes one last key before stretching big, “finally fucking submitted, and right before we have to leave, im surprised the staff hasnt gotten around to our room yet to kick us out,”
Taehyun pulls his hat from his face, sitting up with a yawn, “good, i needed my bed two hours ago,”
It always felt so good to sleep in on a saturday after a study session like this, you could already feel how cozy it would be to wrap up in your blanket. And even if the mattress was shit with or without the foam topper, it was better than laying out in the chairs like taehyun just was.
All of you cleaned up the space, making sure to tuck in the chairs, pick up the discarded cups of late night bad decision coffee. Squishing in the elevator together, bags bumping into one another before you filed out; passing all the empty desks and empty aisles of books to make it out the front door.
As soon as the outside air hits your cheeks you know it’s going to feel like a long walk back to the dorms. the boys tucking their ears into hoodies, zipping their jackets up, you and kai lived in the dorms on the opposite side of campus from the rest of them, their walk shorter by only a few minutes.
“Okay we’re still on for dinner tomorrow right?” Kai asks the group.
beomgyu’s jumping on the balls of his feet to try to generate some warmth. “literally just text us, I cannot think about tomorrow when i’m this cold and sleepy,”
“Yes, we’re still on, I've been craving anything other than dining hall food for the past week,” yeonjun adds, shivering as he pulls the straps of his bag closer to his chest. “We'll still meet up back here like usual,” he was walking backwards as he said it, already a few steps behind the others, “but see you guys tomorrow or should I say ‘i’ll be right back!’” he jokingly yells while the others wave goodbye.
“don’t play jjunie, you might be next! don’t trust anyone!” He gives you a silent salute in response as you and Kai head out for your walk.
Instinctively the two of you are shoulder to shoulder, bumping into one another every other step. Silence following each muffled step on the pavement. Sometimes the two of you didn't say anything until you split on the elevators. a quick ‘goodnight’ or ‘see you tomorrow’ thrown out as you step out on your floor, waving as the doors closed back up so he could go up one more level. Other nights it was the two of you giggling trying to keep it down as you walked under the moonlight, too late to be loud.
You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as the wind hits the treeline. spots of orange light from the spaced out street lights are rare, casting the two of you in darkness every time the moon is behind the clouds; every several feet the hash light is back in your path.
“So you'd live? In a horror movie?” Kai asks, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders to his ears from the cold. The wind is hitting him right in the face, tossing his hair from his eyes where he liked to keep it. He asks it so softly, the question highlighted in the divot of his brow, nose pink, face washed in the glow from the moon.
“I'm not really a virgin so…,” it's not an embarrassing confession but when it's this late with his eyes trained solely on you it's like a spilled glass of red wine on white sheets. Impossible to look away from.
“You wouldn't live for knowing how people survive?”
“The smart ones usually die from bad luck, they know to head for the car waiting in the lot but forget the keys or if the keys are still in the ignition they never check the back seat. They know if you run into the woods to escape you can hide, but how unlucky for a rusty forgotten bare trap to be waiting for your next step. or if you miss that one here's a log to trip over, only to tumble down a hill and break your neck. Call the police? You're in the one movie a phone works only for you to forget never trust anyone because the police work for the killer,”
“So none of us make it?” It's such an open question the way he asks it, the hopeful twinge hitting the ending, twisting it into something it shouldn't be. Written right over his features the soft words unsaid, can't we? There has to be a way.
“This isn't a movie kai, we’re fine,”
“I know, it's only a question,” he's so easily flustered when alone, second guessing everything he says, as if one slip up will make you hate him. Now he's blushing, both of you falling back into comfortable silence. You can tell he's thinking by the way he's biting at his cheek, eyes watching his feet, making sure not to miss one step. You assume it's the end of what he has to say, his silence following you all the way back to your floor. The elevator doors opened finally giving him the courage to speak up. “Do you…”
“Hum?” you lift your arm to hold the doors open, turned to see him struggling to get the words out.
“Do you want to come with me to my parents cabin,” he says it all in a rush, avoiding looking you in the eyes just in case you reject him. “I mean you don't have to, the guys won't be there and if it makes you uncomfortable-” he cuts himself off, hand at the back of his neck, trying to rub away his embarrassment, “forget it- forget i said anything,”
“It's okay, I'd love to go. where is it?”
“Um it's like two hours from campus, my parents need me to check on it just cause and i thought, why not make a weekend of it? I mean, you can finally sleep on a real mattress, not whatever was issued here,”
A weekend away did sound good, perfect after the semester you were having. And Kai is as sweet as they come, spending time with him wouldn't be bad at all. “Sure, when are you thinking?”
“Next week?”
It was all so very innocent, a sweet boy asking a girl to join him on a weekend getaway. He even packed you snacks for the drive, let you pick all the music, and made sure to carry your bag in when you arrived.
You weren't stupid enough not to realize why you were here and the other boys didn't get an invite. The whole week you thought it over, pushing around the idea of being with him. And you could tell he was tossing it around all throughout the drive, periodically blushing without saying a thing to you, hands tightening on the steering wheel; knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Halfway through the drive you realized exactly what he meant by cabin. Not the kind sitting near the edge of a trail, but one hidden deep into the woods for perfect seclusion. Kai had a late class to make up for and the two of you didn't get started on the drive until the sun was already setting behind the trees. Every shadow thrown across the road drew longer and longer as the car kept on.
The gravel driveway leading up to the cabin was a stretch, but when you finally broke past the winding path the gleaming two story was not very cabin like. The windows reflecting the cars headlights back at you expanded most of the first level. Wraparound porch dotted with chairs, and a swinging bench. As soon as kai killed the engine the silence stumbled in, darkness spilling over the scene as you climbed out of your seat.
“This place is huge,” you whisper, as if anything louder would disrupt the peace of the outdoors. You held your phone's flash up in front of you, huening fumbling to put the key into the lock on the first try. Each attempt from his shaking hand failed.
“Here,” you took the key into your own hand, twisting the knob and pushing the door open.
“Sorry,” his voice wavering as he flips on the light switch, “i'm just- you know-,” he cuts himself off not wanting any more embarrassment to follow him.
As soon as the lights come on you can't see anything outside, the windows a reflection of the room. A tv hanging over a huge stone fireplace, welcoming couches spaced out in a semi circle around a wooden coffee table, a bar topped with dusty glasses pushed in the corner. Kai kicks off his shoes by the door, walking further in you notice the dark hallway leading deeper into the first floor, a staircase waiting right by the entrance. But kai ignores it all while walking towards the kitchen.
“I mostly have to check the doors and windows to make sure no one broke in,” he's trying to fill the silence, rambling to kill his nerves,”one year we had someone steal the tv, we don't really leave much now just incase, so that's why it looks so empty,”
“People actually drive all the way out here and break in? The last time i saw a turn off the road before this one was an hour ago,”
“You never know, it's best to just check and fill out a report sooner rather than later,” in the kitchen the backdoor is made of two foggy planes of glass, only the outline of kai seen in the weavering shape. He twists the knob and to your surprise it gives way and opens, “damn one of my sisters must have forgotten to lock it last they were here,” You lean your hip against the kitchen island, taking his explanation as is.
“They come out here to check too?”
“Rarely they mostly come with their friends but stopped when they realized there is zero phone service this far out,”
“There isn't?” you hadn't even checked to see if your phone was working, “what if someone had broken in? You have no phone to make a call from,”
He chuckles pointing past your shoulder, right on the end of the counter a sleek black cordless landline rests in its holder, the blinking red light showing one waiting voicemail. “Sometimes it can be spotty but for the most part its a solid line of communication,”
Hand still on the knob of the backdoor he locks the door before walking over to the pantry, finding only a crate of dusty wine and a stack of old jiffy pop popcorn.
“Wait, I didn't think they made these anymore,” you reach out for the thin metal handle attached to the panshapped popcorn container. Shaking it you hear the rattle of the kernels, “when i was younger i thought it was just something people had in movies,”
“My sisters and i love the stuff, it's also easy to pop outside over the fire,”
“So all you leave is popcorn and wine when you're not staying here?” you tap the crate of wine with your foot, his grin boyish and shy.
“It's a good thing for us now i guess,”
It's what leads you to sharing the bottle, passing it by the neck as he gives you a tour of the house. His lips right at the spout, nerves loosening up with each sip he takes, creaking steps leading up the second floor. “And here is my room,”
It’s right at the end of the hall, bed neatly made with a single stuffed penguin sitting against the pillows. “You left him here all alone?” You ask, picking up the plushie, Kai's standing in front of the closet, the slatted doors making up most of the wall behind him facing the bed.
He shrugs placing the half full wine bottle down on his dresser, “someone needed to protect my prize possession,” he falls right onto the mattress, head thrown back, hair spilling against the pillows, “i always sleep so good in this bed,” cheeks flushed from the wine, half lidded eyes watching you from under his lashes. It's an invitation you don't pass up.
You climb in after him, feeling relaxed from drinking even if it was only a little bit, you can tell it's helped him too, his lazy smile so blissful. “I'm sure this bed is good for other things too,” you don't even care about being bold, not alone with him under you as you dip your head, nose brushing his.
The first kiss is so soft, a brush of lips together lasting no longer than a second. Kai whines in the back of his throat, an ache for more hidden in the desperate sound. It's addicting to have someone seem so needy for your attention, his legs instinctively tangling with yours, hand at the back of your neck pulling you back down for another kiss.
The two of you fumbling to feel at each other, your hand sliding up under his shirt to touch his warm skin, his stomach flexing at the brush of your cold fingertips. His hand at your waist pulling you closer to him, needing you as close as he can get you. The kiss is sloppy in seconds, his tongue sliding against yours, noses bumping as you breath in each other. You can feel that he's semi-hard, pressed against your thigh between his legs.
He's a mess, whimpering when you pull away to take off your sweater, leaving you braless in a tank top. greedy hands back on you, pulling you back down on top of him, he’s grinding onto you desperately, fully hard from only kissing.
every little noise he makes is caught in your mouth, his fingers fumbling for the button on your jeans. you have to pull away after his failed attempt, giggling as you brush his hair back, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening we have all night,” you remind him, “I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” he's looking up at you with total devotion, with an expression that lets you know he'd let you do anything if you asked.
“Please?” and it doesn't even matter what he's begging for, you would let him do just about anything in return for looking at you like that.
You're quick to rid yourself of your pants, falling back to the bed and letting him roll on top of you. Hands in his hair as he presses into you, one hand holding himself up while the other snakes down between you two. The soft gasp you let out eggs him on, drawing soft circles over your clothed clit like he knows exactly what to do. You twist your fingers into his hair, his lips tracing down your neck, hips back to grinding into your thigh. At first you don't notice the smell of popcorn. It's faint upstairs, wafting in through the vents, buttery and warm as kai slips his fingers into you. Your hips rolling on his hand, meeting every thrust, heel of his palm pressed to your clit.
It isn't until the popcorn starts to burn that you say something, the tang in the air subtle as kai sucks hickeys on your sensitive skin. “Is something on fire?”
Kai pulls away from the crook of your neck, “what the fuck?” breathing deeply to catch the scent. It's clear in the air now, hanging around like a question. “Stay here,”
it's so unceremonious when he pulls his hand from your panties, fingers dropping onto his tongue to clear them, “i'll be right back, okay?”
“O-okay,” you're confused more than anything, knees pulling in feeling overly exposed all of a sudden. It's silent in the house, the soundtrack of your kissing dimmed to nothing, before it's replaced with the creaking of his dissipating steps down the stairs.
You feel a little foolish sitting in his bed, the crumpled sheets and discarded plushie a reminder that this is not normal for a hook up at all. Letting out a long breath you push out of the bed, all relaxation felt before now gone as you reach for the wine bottle on the dresser. You take a heavy swig from the bottle, needing your courage back. It felt silly to worry over burnt popcorn.
Your stomach turns, sickening realization settling in. the two of you had only picked up the wine, neither of you even put the jiffy pop close to the stove's burners. You're quick to look for your phone, checking in the pile of your clothes on the floor, and finding nothing. Your bag was by the door downstairs, right next to the shoes, if your phone wasnt up here it was bound to be in your bag.
You didn't say anything as you made it to the top of the stairs, not until the phone rang. Not the familiar song that came through your speakers but the deft echo of a warning siren. The kind of ringtone that was played in a movie when someone was receiving bad news, and it didn't stop, traveling up the stairs, playing once, twice, until nothing but silence.
“Huening?” your voice wasn't as strong as you wished, faulting at the end as you took your first step down the stairs.
No response.
The last step creaks under your weight, the sound triggering the phone, that chilling ringtone back in the air. All the lights are on, nothing outside the windows visible as you watch your reflection walk past. You look right at the front door as you walk past, all of your things still in place, even Kai's shoes are still right where he left them.
In the kitchen you find the ringing phone, the little screen bright green as it shows the incoming call. The skins faucet turned on, the pelting water beating down on the thin aluminum foil of the jiffy pop, hastily tossed into the basin. Thin rivulets of smoke still curling from the singed popcorn. The stove's gas burner still lit with a blue flame.
The ringing continues as you turn everything off, feeling suddenly too cold and alone standing under the golden lights. It doesn't help that you're only dressed in your panties and tanktop, bare feet padding across the tile to pick you the phone.
Unknown caller. Read the directory, not even the number shown underneath. You hit answer before you could think better of it.
“Hello?” your pulse was in your ears, washing down your neck, but you're stunned to recognize the voice over the phone.
“What's your favorite scary movie?”
You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up before you respond, “kai, are you using the ghostface voice on me right now? You already had your hand down my pants no need for the theatrics,”
You can't even pick up a trace of his real voice over the filter, the soft chuckle on the other line trickling down your spine. “You didn't answer my question, you have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”
“So we’re quoting the movie now?” you ask, looking around the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop. “Should i go all in and start asking to make it to the sequel?”
He chuckles, so soft and sensual, unlike his usual boisterous laugh. “Maybe…but a little birdie told me that you're not a virgin and you know what happens to those who sleep around right?”
“Enlighten me,” you cross your arms smiling at your reflection in the window. It's a bit silly to be here roleplaying in the first place but it's not like you're against it. What gets you is that it's coming from kai of all people. So soft and sweet, giggling and shyly walking you home. But you truly never know what a persons into until you're faced first with it.
“They don't last very long,” so smug as he says it.
“They don't?”
“Nope, and you have a list of things that you've already done wrong. I don't know if you truly deserve to make it to the sequel,”
“Oh? What did I do wrong?” you smile, checking out your nails, thumb running along the bed of your cuticles as you listen.
“Humm, let me see. First you're all alone in that big old house, did anyone ever tell you never to go into the dark and scary woods all alone?”
“I'm not alone, i have you,”
He ignores the last half of your statement, “Aren't you? hum, funny how i don't see the boytoy around anymore,”
“I can't believe you planned all of this, who knew you would be so freaky? I can't say that it doesn't turn me on though,”
“Oh? How cute that you still think I'm your little boyfriend. I mean didn't you see the signs? The door was unlocked in the back, popcorn on the stove when you didn't put it there, and now a missing boy toy. It's a shame you seem to have forgotten everything you've learned in class, or maybe it was the wine,”
“A few sips won't make me stupid, seriously huening come out, i want to get back into your bed,” you push off the counter, walking back toward the living room until you're stopped dead in your tracks. The sound isn't coming from the phone but just up ahead around the corner.
Your laugh echoes in the empty house, followed by your own words, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening, we have all night, I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,”
You follow each line into the living room, the tv on and showing a video of only minutes ago.
“Please?” kais weavering voice seems so loud here instead of between you two.
You can see yourself push down your pants, watch the way the two of you fall right back into each other. Only now you're seeing it from the perspective of the closet, it's the only place you could think of that he would have placed the camera. The slats of the wood even in frame. It's like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on top of you. Standing in front of the tv as if you're Carrie from the prom and someones set up a cruel joke.
“Cute huh?” the voice over the phone asks, that little laugh following right after, “i sure think it is. Look at the way your body reacts to his fingers, you’ll be that pretty for me won't you?”
You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise, the house too big for this kind of game. Even just standing there now alone it felt like you were a fish in a bowl, stuck to be watched from all sides. And not from the video but from the figure standing right on the outside of the window.
He was dressed in all black, nothing like what kai had been wearing before. And covering his face the dripping white mask of ghostface. You only catch a glimpse because the lights are on but it's enough to remind you that maybe this isn't a joke. “Are you outside?”
“I don't know? Am i?” but as he says it you see down the hallway a dark figure step out of a doorway.
Everything in you freezes, your heart rate plummeting, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. You hadn't even noticed your fingers had been trembling before, not until your deathgrip on the phone starts to hurt. “Don't hang up on me,” he warns over the line, but the person down the hall doesnt even have a phone in sight, his slow prowl reminding you to move.
You take off back towards the kitchen, the back door playing in your head as the best possible exit but as soon as you're in front of it, tugging on a door knob needs to be unlocked you see the haze reflection of two more figures waiting right against the glass. You can hear the laugh of the person on the phone even if it's not to your ear as you rush to pull open any drawer that might have something in it to protect you. But every pull leads you to find nothing at all, “what the fuck!”
The door shakes as they try to pull it open, the glass rattling as you lift the phone back to your ear, “okay huening, that's enough, i get it, ha ha, funny, but seriously-”
“Were you looking for a knife?” he cuts you off, voice so calm when you're falling apart.
“What?” you're exasperated, huffing the question like it's a slap in the face.
“I know where one is, if you want it,”
It's then that the masked man from the hall comes into the kitchen, the steel knife in his hands glinting in the light. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now,” youre desprate to find an explanation for this. The island is between the two of you, his head tilting to the side, the open mouth of the mask mocking you as he takes slow steps around the marble. You're matching his every move, both of you circling the kitchen like two fighters waiting for the ding of a bell.
The door rattles again, the sound making you yelp, hand pressed to your racing heart. It's the distraction you need to bolt right through the kitchens arch way and run to the front door.
You're moving so fast you have little time to slow down, partially slamming into the door, fingers fast to twist the locks.
As soon as it's opened you're standing face to face with another ghostface mask, his black clad outfit sticking to his figure as he towers over you, phone hovering right over the mask's gaping mouth. “Hum not out the front door i guess,”
You try to slam the door shut but his boot clad foot moves fast catching it right before it could close completely. Spinning you run towards the stairs, the sound of their following footsteps close behind. The door to the bedroom is still wide open as you barrel through turning around and throwing the door closed and twisting the lock.
But it's only a moment of relief when you feel a hand clasp around your mouth. Your scream is muffled from their fingers, your eyes closing as if that would fix the situation, the phone in your hand falling to the floor, “Shhh it's okay,” Kai whispers, a strong arm wrapping around your middle pulling you closer to him.
The weight is lifted off your shoulders hearing his voice, hands wrapping around the one covering your mouth to tug it away. “What is going on?” you ask, pulling yourself away from him. your back is to the door and he steps closer backing you right up against it.
“Didn't you say you found it kinda hot, the whole fear thing?” he asks, leaning close enough to kiss, “i wanted to make it extra special for you, and you don't mind if we all share you, right?” his knuckle lifts your chin up so you’re eye to eye, nose to nose, his normal shy smile turned devilish. “All you have to do is say no,”
It was crazy to say yes. your heart still pounding, breathing only just starting to regulate, and yet you want him, you want them. “I-I don’t- I don’t want to say no,”
“Then don’t,” he pushed his whole body against yours, engulfing you in his warmth, taking you for another kiss like you hadn’t left the room at all. You don't even notice him unlocking the door, not until the knob is shaking against your back.
Kai pulls you towards the bed, the closet doors behind him open showing the empty space with a lone camera on a tripod. The red light looking back at you like a warning, you looked right down the barrel of the lens wondering if you would ever see this again, and praying that you did. Kai fit his fingers over you eyes, “don't look at it, don’t think about its there,”
You hear a chuckle, so similar to the one over the phone, only without the filter. Now so easily recognizable as yeonjun, you can picture the way his mouth looks as he does it, his canines on display as he smirks. You don't even have to see him to know, you've known all of them so long you're sure one touch and you could guess who was who. And with both of kais hands on your eyes the brush of someone's fingers on your cheek lets you know exactly who it is. Soobins hands are the softest of the bunch and your face tilts in his direction. “Soobin?”
he lets out a huff of a laugh, “you caught me. And you know it's kind of rude not to open the back door when we come knocking,”
“You scared me,” it's a soft confession that they all chuckle at.
“Did we?” beomgyu teases, so much closer than you expected, the ghost of his touch going up your arm, goosebumps popping up along the trail.
Your senses are on overdrive, pulse loud enough to be heard if one listens close enough, every little thing heightened by your fading fear and covered eyes. You feel a hand slip down your stomach stopping right before your panty line, a single finger sliding under the waistline to pull it and let it snap back against your skin. You jolt from the contact, body flush with kai’s, his hard cock pressed to your back.
You hear rustling from the closet, and kai lets you go, letting you see yeonjun taking the camera in hand. He's adjusting the viewfinder, the others standing in a circle around you, it should be intimidating, the masks off now, looking at you like you're something to eat. It's taehyun that steps forward first, thumb reaching out to drag across your bottom lip. You open your mouth letting him press the digit flat against your tongue.
“You’ll be good for us, won't you?” he asks, and you close your mouth sucking his finger as you nod. He smirks, “i want first,”
It's all he says before he's pushing you down on the bed. It's so quick the air is almost knocked right out of you, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the beds duvet cover. It's almost a shame how wet you already are, the way your panties are cut away, the cold knife in taehyuns free hand only just brushing your skin. The fabric tossed around from person to person. “I did most of the work,” kai adds as you bury your face into the sheets, “she wouldn't be this prepped if i didn't start early,”
“And that's why you have to wait,” “You didn't even get her off,” they talk over each other.
“You guys didn't give me time!” kai tries but they ignore him when you give a sharp whine.
Taehyun shoves his fingers right into you, your body so willing to take him in. but you hear his belt being undone with one hand, and it's a shame you cant see the way his cock looks from this angle, because as he pressed the tip right at your entrance, slick fingers helping to lude up his veiny shaft, you can tell he's going to be the perfect stretch.
Your moan as he sinks into your warm heat is echoed by the rest of them, a choir of the perfect voices turned husky and wanting. “Holy shit,” teahyun breathes his hand pressed right to your lower back, your feet dangling right off the edge of the bed, toes only just barely touching the ground.
“Doesn't she feel amazing?” kai asks, “fuck i bet she fits like a fucking dream,” gyu adds as he walks over to the other side of the bed climbing in to lay against the headboard. His zipper was already undone, pants low on his hips as he watched you get pounded into.
Because tae was not holding back anymore, it felt like he had been waiting all night for this exact moment, to chase his high without question. And your pussy was so welcoming, sucking him in, practically begging for his cum.
Yeonjun walked around the bed, zeroing the camera in on you as your legs bend, heel of your feet pushing on taes thighs. Taehyun wraps his hands in your hair, tugging your head back, extending your throat to the camera, arching your back just right, “i want to be able to watch back how you looked while i fucked you okay?”
“Oh, look at that, huening marked up our toy already,” soobin reaches out a finger, tracing over the hickey kai had left on your skin, your eyes were wide and begging as you watched him, mouth caught open in a moan as taes thrusts turned sloppy. “Fuck, look at that mouth,”
yeonjun bent down to catch the image. “I think someone needs to fill it,”
Soobin didn't need to be told twice. He was tugging his cock out of his jeans, leaking precum already dotting the tip as he gave it long languid strokes. Your mouth was already watering at the sight, knowing taking him down your throat would be a task but one you wouldn't back away from.
But taehyun was already cumming, orgasm cresting as he slammed his hips into your ass, cock twitching as he let out a deep rumbling moan. He let go of your hair, head falling forward into the duvet as he stilled inside you pressing as close as he could get, the tip of his cock hitting you just right as he spilled inside you.
“I want next!” gyu calls out, raising his hand like he knows the answer to a question.
“No-” soobin starts but beomgyu is already moving from his stop on the bed as taehyun pulls out, the gush of warmth leaving your cunt dripping down your thighs. Yeonjun is quick to catch the sight on film.
“Look at that,” it sounds so endearing coming from him, a true sight to behold as you whine from the feeling of being empty. You feel like a ragdoll as soobin pulls on you, tugging you further up the bed so that you're on your hands and knees in front of him.
“Open,” his tip is already prodding at your lips. You feel the bed dip behind you, gyu finding his place as he drags his fingers through the leaking cum traveling down your legs, he does his best to shove it right back into you, fingers dragging over your clit, circling it as soobin shoves his cock right into your mouth.
You give a muffled yelp, tongue flattening to make it easier for him to slide in and out of. His head is rolling back, hair spilling around his ears as he moans. He twists his fingers in your hair, both hands wrapping around your head to bob you up and down on his dick like his own personal toy. You're nails dig into the sheets, the sloppy sounds of him fucking your throat taking up the most sound.
Beomgyu keeps one hand on your clit and the other guides his cock into you, he's quick to snap his hips forward sending you forward on soobin, until you're choking for air. Moans sending vibrations up along soobins shaft. His eyes tighten, needing to pull away before he cums too quickly, face flushed red as rivulets of your saliva still connect you to him.
The constant pressure put on your clit from beomgyus fingers has your stomach tightening in knots. Now that you're not taking soobin in beomgyu picks up his pace, the skin on skin slapping sounds melding with your whines. “I want you to cum for me, i want to be the first one to make you cum, please,” he sounds so desperate, not matching the way he drills into you, tip hitting your cervix in a mix of painful pleasure. He can feel your fluttering walls, every particularly hard thrust making your cunt react just right. And when you cum hes a blubbering mess, “fuck fuck fuck-” not expecting to cum so fast, but youre drawing it out of him, with each little sound you make. He's almost embarrassed by how long he cums for, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder blade, his dick pulsing inside you, curses turning to nonsense, the drawn out, “fuuu- ahh, ah,”
“Look at how pretty she looks when she cums,” yeonjun smiles, bringing the camera close to catch the way you are trying to blink the spots from your vision, “soobin next? Or maybe kai? Both of them seem to have waited so long for you,”
Kai leans back against the dresser, arms crossed as he watches you, expressionless as he follows the shape of your body. Only one of your tank tops straps are on, your breasts already spilling out from the thin fabric, soobins eyes caught on your peaked nipples as he strokes himself. But you look back over to huening, the way he's standing there like he's unaffected at all. But you know it's not true, not when he's straining in his pants, the bulge itself drives you insane. “Hyuka?”
The shyness in your voice is what does it for him, beomgyu only just pulling out of you with a hiss. More cum dribbling out as he pushes his hair back looking at his handiwork. Yeonjun is right next to him too, getting the perfect shot.
Taehyun languidly lounges back against the headboard, cock still hard as it rests against his stomach, hand wrapped around the base as he watches you. It distracts you enough not to see kai moving replacing gyus spot.
Kai wraps his hand in your hair but unlike taehyun he forcefully pushes your head down into the mattress. The whole mit of his hand cups your skull, your whimper making him chuckle. His free hands traced up your side, slipping under your tank top as he feels along your skin. “You know I was thinking about this the whole walk back after our study night?” his hand dips down fingers sliding along your wetness, “i kept thinking about how perfect it would be to absolutely ruin you,”
You're already sensitive from finishing already and kai can tell as your thighs tremble but it wont stop him from pinching your clit. Your hips push back against him, yelping as he goes on to rub circles over the bundle of nerves. “Seeing it happen- watching you get used as a little cum dump is so much better than I ever imagined,” he works your clit, building up his speed until your back is arching, nails biting into your palm as you feel your orgasm building too quickly. You're trying to rock back into his hand but the way he has you bent helps very little. Your cries heighten until he pulls it all away.
“No huening please!”
“Aww how cute, she's begging,” beomgyu laughs and you're whimpering in response.
“Kai…please!”
“You're already doing so well because i want you begging to be filled with my cum, crying from how badly you want it,” his hand goes back to your cunt, pressing into your clit rubbing at a pace that has you seeing stars, your hands scratch out for looking for anything to hold onto. Yeonjun takes your hand in his keeping the camera facing your reaction as your eyes roll back. Its in the middle of your climax that kai pushes his cock into you, finding a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the matterss.
“Beg for it,” he growls, hand in your hair twisting in the strands. You can feel him all the way to your throat, stretched out so good, he presses right into your gspot like he was made for you.
“P-please- hyuka i need it- i-” you cant even get the words out anymore, the squeaking of the bed building as he increases his speed. You can hear the wet sounds of the other boys jerking off, “i want your c-cum, i need it,”
“Louder,” yeonjun mutters in front of you, your death grip on his hand not loosening anytime soon.
“I want it! I need your cum, please!” But Huenings is so lost chasing his own high that he drops his hand from your clit to grab your hip, his bruising hold and brutal thrusts making you cry out.
Beomgyu reaches down under you, fingers finding just the right rhythm to send you over the edge at the same time kai cums. His faltering thrusts and throaty moans makes you feel weak. Your cunt is strangling his cock, his release pushed as deep as he could get it into you. When he pulls out you collapse onto the bed, completely used up.
It feels never ending body too tired already when you feel soobin climb into the bed. He lays right behind your exhausted form, both of you on your sides facing yeonjun, “look who's next, do you think you could get another one out of her? I hear you're only a freak in theory and not practice,”
But soobin doesn't take the bait, one hand sliding under you and wrapping around your chest, hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers twisting your hard nipple, and the other lifting your leg to get better access to your leaking cunt. Your thighs are so sticky soobins fingers slip on his hold, having to tighten his grip to make sure he can keep you open. He's been ready since the start, his cock aching as it prods your now puffy swollen cunt, so used you're sure you would be sore for days.
When he sinks in your whimpers are so soft they are hardly heard. Yeonjun is kneeling on the floor, arm holding the camera resting on the bed. He captures the way soobins dick slides in with ease, no resistance now with how much slick is coming out of you. Every drag of soobins cock comes away stained in white. A ring of the combined cum circling the base, balls sticking to your skin with every thrust.
His breathy moans are lost against your neck, pitiful little sounds before he's muttering, “im sorry, oh god- im-”
“Don't you dare cum yet,” yeonjun warns soobin, who pauses his thrusts trying to listen but can't find it in him to restrain. Yeonjuns fingers pinch at your clit, your whole body reacting to the feeling, jolting you back to life as you cum. soobin unable to handle the pressure and is a complete mess, whimpering as he pulls you closer, hugging you as if he could merge bodies.
It took him a while to finally pull out, a much needed break for only a few breaths before yeonjun passes the camera to taehyun to keep the filming going. You can feel the weakness all the way down to your bones, sure if you stand you could collapse to the floor, legs too weak to hold you up. But yeonjun is looking at you like you're being served on a silver platter, all done up with all the best fixings.
“Best for last huh?” he grins climbing over you brushing under your eye to catch a single tear that's fallen from your overstimulation. “Its so fun to see you so dumb on cock, so unlike how we usually see you,”
You hum in response as he pushes your legs open, hands at the back of your knees pushing them to your chest. When he puts them over his shoulders you whimper, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks into your wet heat. Bent in half you feel your toes curling, sure that if you came one more time you would be better off sleeping for the next year. “I think this is good practice, don't you?” he asks like you'll respond to him with anything other than a string of muffled whimpers. Your body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, sticking to his skin as he takes a slow pace. It's like he's apologizing, lips peppering across your cheek, down your neck. “We’ll keep you so happy, stuffed full like you deserve. Would you like that?”
You're nodding, eyes closing as he uses you. You don't even notice the way your body is reacting, that slow rise of your next orgasm building up, “i-” you can’t think about cumming again already feeling so dumbed out.
“Hum? Are you going to cum, pretty?” he picks up his pace, sinking his hips and hitting you right against your g spot. Your head rolls back as it washes over you, body tightening until you feel like you’ve combusted into little particles. “Oh look at that, so perfect for me, your pussy feels so good when it's squeezing me like this,” it's all he says before he’s trembling, a guttural moan taking over as he cums, you swear you can feel its warmth spreading throughout you. And when he pulls out he takes the camera back from taehyun focusing it in on the sight of all the combined release staining your folds.
“Look at how she pushes it out,” beomgyu says, mesmerized by the way you look leaking so much cum. But it's Kai who leans down, fingers collecting anything he can before shoving all the cream right back into you. “Its almost like she wants us to fuck it right back in,”
» established relationship, poly relationship, sub!reader, dom!taebin [1.4k]
your boyfriends have been teasing you all day by posting gym selfies, finding them on social media first! so you decide to give them a taste of their own medicine, they didnt like that.
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › wunprotected sex, mxm content, handjob (soob to taehyun), headlock, choking, tit play, degrading (slut), uhhhh idk man
this was for my lovely girl @berryterry-png uhh this is not proofread ok?
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Everyone who knows you have two boyfriends often say the same thing.
'oh my god that must be fun!'
And it is!
except when they decide to test your limits.
First it was Taehyun, when you you go on tiktok, on their groups page, a simple tiktok — wrong.
You were unfairly ambushed by him at the fucking gym, biceps out.
immediately switching to your messages, texting him away, because how dare he hide that photo from you — his innocent girlfriend.
his reply a simple 'you see them all the time at home.' as if that changed anything.
Then it was Soobin.
Scrolling twitter mindlessly, waiting for said boyfriends to get home, then you see it.
At the gym, posed innocently as if he hasn't sent half of his fandom into shambles — and you are no better.
Whats the point of being their girlfriend if you don't even get girlfriend privileges, a simple photo, and you know he knew what he was doing, sending you a text when he got out of the gym, coincidentally with Taehyun, sending you a cute selfie of the two of them.
This is psychological warfare by the boys you love the most, and you know they did this on purpose, to rile you up — or turn you on, not the point.
Deciding that it was time you had some fun for yourself — while you definitely were a kpop idol who had millions of followers, you still decided to post something just for them.
Changing into the skimpiest panama set you own (the ones the boys bought for you btw.) Posing on the bed, the selfie not inherently seductive but definitely something they wouldn't want anyone else to see.
The texts flood instantly, you know they have your notifications on — you expected this, they were at an unavoidable practice, couldn't be home for another hour — you thought.
You don't even bother replying, or even viewing the messages, leaving them on delivered just to piss them off.
mindlessly scrolling on your phone, the notifications silencing after 10 minutes, assuming they were practising.
So when another 15 minutes pass you think nothing of the sounds in the living room.
Then you hear it — footsteps.
Two sets actually — you check the time, they shouldn't be home for anther hour at least.
"F-fuck Soobin —" You let out a choked moan, barely able to mutter out the words, the bicep pressed carefully around your neck — enough to have your brain fuzzy.
Soobin's chest is pressed to your back, your body settled between his thighs, feeling his harden cock press against your ass, his arm curled around your neck.
Pressing comedically soft kisses to the side of your head, his eyes trained on Taehyun whos between your thighs, his hands holding onto the plush of your thighs, squeezing the delicate skin — tainted with deep purple marks, scattered around your inner thigh, leading down to your pussy.
Your eyes locked on his boxers, noticing the small wet patch forming at his tip, begging to come out.
Instinctively you move to try and relieve him, quickly getting stopped by Soobin tightening his arm around your neck, a pathetic moan escaping your lips.
"Nobody said you could touch yet." he scoffs, smiling at the small desperate whine you let out.
"You've already been a brat today, gonna ignore Binnie to his face too?" Taehyun's words mock you, the small tug on his lips only confirming that.
His palm grazes over the tent of his boxers, flexing his muscles just to mess with you, letting out the prettiest sound when he grazes over his tip.
You can feel Soobin twitch against you, clearly enjoying this just as much as you, a small groan escapes him when you accidentally grind back against him, his arm tightening around you neck hard — making your vision blur — the moan that ripped through your throat only making Taehyun suck in a breath.
Taehyun's fingers skim over his boxers, making a show of it just to tease you.
Pulling down his boxers, enough to pull out his cock — his tip flushed an angry shade of red, cum leaking from the tip making your mouth water — automatically trying to squeeze your thighs together — trying to relieve some of the heat between your thighs.
"No." His words echo, pulling you out of your state, your eyes glossy — the feeling of your airways being restricted and the denial of anything — its too much.
"P-please.." Your voice is broken — too desperate to even care if you seem needy, you need him — you need anything — your boys both denying you of that.
"You were the one who decide to pull that, you posted something slutty for everyone to see and expected us to be okay with that?" Soobin's voice is low — barely above a whisper, but it sends shivers down your spine.
You don't answer — you cant, your brain clouded with everything happening.
The feeling of Soobin's arm leaving your throat makes you whine — missing the heavy weight of his bicep pressed your throat, your whines cut off shortly after when Soobin leans over to your bedside table, pulling out the pretty pink silk kept there.
Quickly tying your wrists together, keeping you from squirming around. Before you realise Soobin's arm wraps around your torso — stilling any movements.
His other hand leaning over, meeting Taehyun half way, his fingers tugging at the younger boys hair, pulling him into a heated kiss — Both of them moaning into the kiss — mere inches from you, forcing you to sit there and watch, unable to do anything.
Taehyun's hand leaves your thigh, cupping Soobin's jaw, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth, only making Soobin moan.
You cant do anything besides watch — moaning at the sight of your boyfriends, so close — but not enough.
Watching as Taehyun pulls back, a string of spit connecting them, both of their pupils fully blown.
Soobin's chest is heaving behind you, feeling his heart beat rapidly against you.
Soobin reaches forward — pushing you forward too, his hand wrapping around Taehyun's cock abruptly, pulling a deep moan from Taehyun.
Soobin's thumb rubbing over the slit, stroking his cock, the delicious sounds Taehyun lets out only fuelling him further, tracing the vein on the underside of his cock — eliciting a sharp groan to escape his lips.
Taehyun pulls Soobin off him, only for Soobin to let out a sound of displeasure, just to be silenced with a look from Taehyun.
His hands perch on your thighs, soothing the skin before hooking them around his waist, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your sopping hole, smearing your slick around your swollen cunt.
He pushes in all at once — giving you no time to adjust, your cunt taking him with ease. His cock ramming into your warm cunt, the weight of his cock in your cunt addicting — barely able to contain your moans — Soobin moaning against your neck, your ass grinding against his cock — Taehyun's thrusts only sending jolts of pleasure though him too.
His hips, rolling against yours, his tip nearly kissing your cervix with every mean thrust. Unable to stop himself, his fingers snake down between you — even if you're being a brat he will always make sure you cum first — and hard.
His fingers rubbing harsh figure 8s onto your aching clit, using the slick dripping from your cunt to ease it.
Hes close too — you can feel it, his thrusts hurrying and the groans slipping from his lips becoming frequent.
The tight knot forming in your stomach snaps as soon as you feel Soobin's fingers tug on your hardened nipples, twisting them between his fingers, his voice dripping with lust.
"Thats it, baby — come for us, good girl."
Your orgasm crashes over you — the whines echoing through the room, knowing damn well the neighbours are sick of you.
Taehyun comes quickly after you, your warm walls sucking him in — the feeling of you cumming all over his cock his breaking point. He doesnt stop — fucking you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing on your clit.
Once his movements stop he looks over at you, cheeks wet with tears, Soobin's hands still on your tits.
After a moment you come back to reality — the pleasure from your orgasm dulling slightly, noticing Taehyun looking at you when you open your eyes.
A small, dangerous smirk on his lips.
"Your turn."
He wasn't looking at you — no, he was looking at the boy behind you, and when you look back at him you're met with a small smug smile.
