❧ㅤㅤㅤ NOT ENOUGH, STARRING HEESEUNG. OCTOBER 3RD.
❧ㅤyou hate your brother's best friend. you hate him. you really. really. do. you hate how you can't notice him. you see him in every crowd, find him in every personal space. so what happens when you don't see his face? when you can't recognise who's behind that mask?
❧ㅤㅤㅤ BROTHERS BEST FRIEND GHOSTFACE HEE! x READER!
❧ㅤㅤㅤ WEB OF LIES, FEATURING JAY. OCTOBER 16TH.
❧ㅤif you don’t unmask spiderman soon, you’ll lose your mind. it isn’t justice you’re after, but exposure; pushing him into the harsh light so that you, silk, can vanish into the dark.
❧ㅤㅤㅤ SPIDERMAN JAY! x SILK READER!
❧ㅤㅤㅤ SECRET, SECRETS, STARRING JAKE. OCTOBER 5TH.
❧ㅤyour colleague constantly belittles you. throws you around like you're not enough to fight back. he hates the favour of the uppermen you have. you hate the popularity he uses in his favour. so when you're put in a project, let into his own personal things, why do you see yourself in everything?
❧ㅤㅤㅤ YANDERE JAKE! X READER
❧ㅤㅤㅤ NO HIDING, FEATURING SUNGHOON. OCTOBER 20TH.
❧ㅤyour friends push halloween to the edge. mansions rented, cemeteries claimed. the woods turned into haunted playgrounds. hide-and-seek becomes your yearly purge, binding awkward acquaintances into friends. but there’s always one seeker you can’t stand. this year, what if you can’t escape him?
The clock reads 7:56 PM, you’re looking down at your notes, on the verge of tears because why is this just so hard?
You’ve been studying for hours on end, the only breaks you’ve had are the ones where you just can’t process this information anymore to the point where you just had to cry. Salty tears streaming down your face in anger, just for you to wipe them back up and get straight to work again.
So now you’ve come down to your final option, after many trials of different studying tactics, you’re down to the worst one of them all. Calling Sunghoon. Which really isn’t the worst thing in the world, but to you right now, in your very bad state of frustration and anger, this is probably your worst idea yet, because of how serious he would take this.
You click on his contact, pressing the call button and waiting for him to pick up, which he does almost immediately.
“Yes baby? What do you need?” You hear him say over the phone, responding with a quiet ‘uhm..’, he urges you to speak up. “Do you think you could come over hoonie?” You say, “I kinda need some–“
“I’ll be there in a few, sweetheart.”
And just as soon as he speaks, he ends the call immediately.
Knowing how fast Sunghoon would probably get to your house, you jolt up and run to your bathroom immediately. Splashing cold water on your face to get rid of the puffiness caused by your crying. Looking in the mirror to see if he could maybe even tell you were crying just by glancing at you for a little too long.
Well you definitely weren’t thorough enough about hiding your whole meltdown, because as soon as you let him in the front door—the first question that comes out of his mouth is, ‘Were you just crying?’.
“Just come in,” you say, already annoyed that he could already tell. “I’ve been studying for hours hoonie, hours! And I still can’t seem to get the hang of—“ He stops you in your tracks, grabbing you by your cheeks and saying, “I’ll help you baby, but first things first I’ve got to get my kiss.” With a quite adorable roll of your eyes (if you were to ask Sunghoon) you grab his wrists, stand up on your tip-toes, and give him a quick peck on his lips.
Sunghoon—who’s smiling ear to ear like he’s just won the lottery— grabs your hand and drags you to your bedroom.
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“Baby, you have to calm down, crying is just going to make it harder on you” Sunghoon says, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
Both of you have now spent around 45 minutes trying to help you figure out what any of this work means. Your breathing is becoming harsher and faster, not too focused on calming down right now.
“B–but… it just doesn’t make any sense” you choke on a sob during that last word. “Which is why you need to calm down, sweetheart,” He says. “Breathe with me, okay?” You slightly nod and his chest rises and falls with slow breathes, trying your best to match them considering the terrible case of hiccups you’re having, it works.
“Breathe in… Breathe out…” he repeats about four times. “See? You’re feeling better already right?” You breathe out a ‘yes’ and nod your head. “I think it’s time we’re done here for tonight, you need to rest, overloading your brain with information isn’t going to help it stay in your head.”
“But…” You stutter out, “The test is in two days hoonie, I need to study.” The furrow in your brows gets deeper as you continue to speak.
Sunghoon shuts it down almost instantly, unplugging your laptop, closing your notebook, and turning off the lamp on your desk. “Baby. I’m not going to sit here and watch you stress out over this, you need rest and this is the only time I’m going to tell you.”
You look down at the floor as he continues, “Have you even eaten at all today? Let alone at least take a break?” You shake your head softly and look up, the disappointment on his face hurts to see for yourself, and you finally understand that it’s time for a break.
“I-I’m sorry hoonie… I’m just stressed, okay?” Is all you can say as he stands up.
“No need for apologies, yeah? I just don’t want my sweet girl to stress out over this again.” You nod silently as he continues, “I’m going to go make dinner, and what you’re gonna do is go get ready for bed, shower, change, whatever you need to do, alright?”, A silent ‘alright’ falls from your lips and as he goes into the kitchen, you wipe your face and get ready for bed.
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After an hour and a half, already full and sleepy, you’re both in your bed sitting in silence watching some new movie that’s just come out. You’re the first to speak up, “Hoonie?” You say, “Can you stay over tonight?”
“Of course, Princess.” He responds by peppering kisses all over your face until you’ve fallen asleep.
And in the next few minutes, you’ve long forgotten about your upcoming test, about how you’ve barely studied, and really, even though you hated the idea of him coming over at first, all you really needed was for sunghoon to come over and calm you down.
“I love you, crybaby” He says right as you drift off.
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⌞PIZZA DELIVERY GUY HEESEUNG⌝
Working as the only pizza delivery guy for the local 24/7 pizzeria, Heeseung has seen it all. Trying to sneak pizzas through the bedroom windows of hungry teenagers at 3 a.m, while avoiding getting bitten by the big dog they keep in the front yard, seeing customers open doors in all types of mismatched outfits, arriving in the middle of heated arguments between couples more than once were some of the things Heeseung has to go through while working. The job wasn’t ideal, but most people, feeling guilty for ordering in such odd hours, tipped him crazy money.
Delivering a small pepperoni pizza at 2 a.m wasn’t something unusual. What was unusual, though, was the pretty woman opening the front door. Working as a pizza delivery guy, Heeseung has seen all types of people, but it was the first time he has seen someone opening their door only in a towel. Your face was flushed and your skin - damp. The white towel was long enough to just cover your most private parts, leaving your legs bare for Heeseung to stare at.
“Hi! Sorry, I was taking a quick shower. Why don’t you come wait inside while I go take my wallet?” The way you batted your eyelashes and tried to make your voice softer at the end of your question didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was still a man in his 20s if you expect him to pass out on an opportunity like this, you’re wrong.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll place the pizza in the kitchen.”
As he passed by you, he could smell the body wash you’ve used. The smell of oranges and peaches was new for him, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t begin to make its place up to his favourite ones.
After placing the pizza on the kitchen counter, Heeseung began to look around your living room, taking note of the absence of photos that would indicate you have a boyfriend. As he tried to memorize as many details as he could, you, still in your very short towel, were digging everywhere for your wallet. The end of your towel was riding up more and more, exposing more of your plush tights and a bit of your ass.
“Fuck.” The sudden sound of your voice startled Heeseung. “I must have forgotten my wallet at work.” He almost believed you if it wasn’t for the slight smirk that you managed to cover a second too late.
“No worries, you can pay with your phone if you have your card in it.”
“I’m so sorry, but I don’t usually pay with my phone, so I don’t have my card saved.” You took a step closer to him, now standing just an arm reach from him. “Is there another way I could pay?”
Heeseung had an idea where this was going the moment he stepped foot in your house. A sexy, young woman, who opened her door only in a towel and had forgotten her wallet at work and asking if there was another payment method. Yeah, Heeseung definitely knew what was about to happen.
Looking her up and down, he said. “I don’t think there is. Unless you’re willing to do something for me. If you are, I’d gladly pay for your pizza.” The moment the words left his mouth, a small smile began to spread on your face.
“And what do you want me to do, delivery boy?”
“Get rid of the towel.”
You slowly began opening it. More and more of your beautiful body began to show until you stood completely naked in front of him with the towel discarded at your feet. Heeseung couldn’t take his eyes off you. You had the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. Your breasts, your soft thighs and your pussy made him harder than he’d ever been before.
“On your knees.” His voice was making you wetter and wetter. Doing as he commanded, you took a few steps towards him and slowly sank into your knees.
“Now you’re going to let me fuck your face, yeah?”
You didn’t answer him. Instead you reached for his belt and slowly unbuckled it. While you pulled his zipper down, your hand brushed against the very noticeable bulge. You didn’t give him the pleasure of fully taking his dick out, instead you pulled his jeans down, leaving him only in his boxers.
Heeseung was definitely above average length. You began by palming his softly. The slow strokes progressed into small kisses and licks through his underwear. Even though you just started working him up, Heeseung was releasing soft moans, that sounded heavenly to your ears.
“Stop teasing.” Not able to take it anymore, he stopped your hand just to pull his underwear down, leaving him naked from the waist down. He grabbed your head just to push it against his dick.
“Fuck, start sucking I can’t wait anymore. And no hands. I want you to use only your mouth.”
Doing as he said you placed your hands behind your back, giving him a perfect view of your breasts. His hand didn’t stay tangled in your hair for long. Heeseung could swear he almost cummed the moment you took his dick in your mouth.
You started to move your head up and down. With every move Heeseung became more and more vocal. The soft moans turned into loud ones that were paired with praises. It didn’t take long for Heeseung to feel his orgasm coming. He couldn’t wait for you to start moving faster. Taking matters into his hands he grabbed a handful of your hair and began pushing your head at the speed he wanted.
It didn’t matter to him that you were basically choking on his dick. He was giving you a free pizza, the best you could do is to allow him to use your mouth as he pleases. After a few more trusts he cummed hard. The amount of cum he released in your mouth and the fact he still had his dick inside your mouth left you choking on his cum as you tried to swallow as much as you could.
You couldn’t lie, giving head to the sexy pizza delivery guy left you so needy. You were so wet and not being able to touch yourself was making you go crazy. Coming to his senses after the best head he’d ever received, Heeseung could see the neediness in your gaze.
“Sorry, princess, but you already worked hard for your meal. Next time consider ordering more or having some cash for a tip. More food, more work for you, no?”
It didn’t surprise Heeseung as a few days later he had to deliver a order, that could feed at least 8 people to the address of the sexy woman, who couldn’t leave his mind after that night.
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the airbnb was too small for all of you. four walls, one squeaky fan, one bed that sagged in the middle and a couch that no one wanted but no one dared say why. jay had picked the place thinking it looked fun, summer cheap, close to the beach, but now being here with them it felt too close, too hot, too full.
the heat made it worse. sticky curtains clinging to the windows, sea air pressing into your lungs, their bodies always too near. every time you turned there was someone brushing against you, grabbing something from the same counter, lying half on you on the bed because there wasn’t space.
you grew up with them. jake, jay, sunghoon. those names tied to you like they’d been carved into your skin since you were kids. neighbors, classmates, college friends, boys- who followed you through every stage until now. the ones who knew the worst of you and still clung to you close. you used to think the touching was innocent- like maybe it was once. their hands always on your waist, tugging you back, holding your face, tucking hair behind your ear. forehead kisses, dry humping at parties like it was a joke, their arms thrown around you whenever you walked into a room. you convinced yourself it was because of history. because no one else got that close.
but the way they looked at you now? grown, sharp, hungry. it wasn’t the same. their stares dragged, their silence heavy. when other people touched you they scowled, mostly even stepping in. no one said it out loud, but you felt it, - still, buzzing under everything.
the first sight of the place proved it. you joked about the couch. who would get stuck with it.
"does it matter who sleeps on the couch? 'cos-" you were quickly interrupted by the hushes of jake who takes your bags, flinging them to the closet. "no one sleeps on the couch- remember?" he starts, "and plus," turning to an unreadable sunghoon, "we don't have time to think about that. today's a day filled with activities!"
interesting, you think, it's like they're communicating telepathically.
jake shushed you so fast it made your heart skip. he said it like it was a rule you’d all agreed on but you hadn’t. sunghoon’s jaw tightened. jay just stared, arms crossed.
you should’ve laughed it off but the room stayed quiet.
the arguments started then. small. who sat next to you at dinner. who carried your towel. who poured your drink. jokes that weren’t really jokes, voices sharper than they should’ve been.
you watch as jake nudges sunghoon who waves off jake's attitude. "c'mon, y/n." jay calls you from the bathroom. "think you can doll up for the beach, pretty?"
"as long as you guys give me a few, then i will be good to go." you chuckle, pushing them aside, heading to the small bathroom by the master. you put on your cute bikini under your shorts, spraying your mist and plumping your lips. as you touch up on your skin and hair, you hear faint murmuring. it grew louder as you changed, and it was fair to eaves drop- i mean- the walls of this place was thin to none.
their voices clashed again, sharper, louder; the words tangling over eachother til you couldn’t even tell who was saying what. it sounded like fighting, but it felt like begging. you stood, ready to tell them to cut it out, but you stay in the bathroom, fingers ghosting over the doorknob.
you thought they were just bickering until a voice dropped lower. "you always think you’re first. like she belongs to you."
another snapped back. "she doesn’t belong to anyone." the last voice cut through. quiet, steady.
"she doesn't belong to anyone- but last time i heard she belongs to me."
"no- i'm just saying she loves me more, so you guys can watch."
"to hell with that. i want her all to myself."
"what if she says no to all this..?"
.
"you think she'll say no?"
your heart was pounding. you had told yourself for years it wasn’t real, that the touches and the lingering eyes meant nothing. but here it was, out in the open, pressing into your skin with the weight of summer heat.
your stomach churns, hearing them talk sbout how much they obsess over your skin just the wall over- how they want to eat you alive with their eyes the moment you walk out- how they want to fuck you.
worse part?
you love it.
fuck i mean, the attention, the looks, the talk, the tension- you truly convinced yourself that these feelings would go away but here you are now, mere seconds away from palming your fingers against your core as you listen to your best friends talk dirty about you. your heart pounded, your nipples seeping out of your tight fabric, because of the little words you can only make out.
"you think she can fit us?-"
"almost done?" two quick knocks startle you, breaking you from the trails of thought. hoon, who impatiently tapped his fingers against the door became eager to see you first out of everyone. he sneaked out of the conversation before jay and jake could get ahead of themselves. you unlock the door to let him in. as you turn away from the door, your fingers hover over your body to as a final check as he widens it to see you. hoonie.. out of all of them, he was the quietest. the soft spoken around you, and significantly, the most tense. you watch his jaw tighten when he comes in, towel on one shoulder, waistband too low, tank top too tight- "do a twirl." he whispers against your ear while he brings your hips close to spin you. he watches intently, eyes blatantly watching your tits jiggle under the dangerous bikini top, wishing they'd fall out while it was just the two of you. "so pretty." he smiles, before reaching down.
he brings your palm in to massage as he takes you out of the bathroom. "do i look pretty too?" he chuckles, reaching down to your lips so he could hear you clear.
"very." you slightly chuckle, before reaching the other two- who were finally done bickering. all three are wearing tank tops, trunks that were lowkey showing their v line, sunglasses at the back of their heads while their dog tags waved in your face like a hypnotic dream. they watched you sway your way into their view with hoon attached to your hip. and while you indirectly gnawed at their minds with your physique, they groaned at the smirking sight of hoon, practically hogging you as you all leave the airbnb for the beach.
"it only takes a few minutes north to the beach! i can guide us!" you perk up as the summer breeze blows you. "lead the way, pretty." jake nods- signalling you to walk in-front of them. you definitely knew they just wanted to watch you from behind, see your body jiggle as you walked up stairs, hand shielding you from the peachy sun, your ass half glistened by the orange sea. they wanted to monitor your every move. jay, who shamelessly rubbed your back so tightly full of sunscreen, looks around you like surveillance. while he gripped your shoulders, outlined your back, softly went over your thighs and hugged you from behind, he couldn't help but grimace at anyone who passed by that was looking at you.
"so many creeps around here." he mumbles, nodding over to jake who lays his head on your lap. the four of you rest on the soft sand, hiding under the scorching sun while the whole world plays around you. the mini tent was set up for all of you to chill while music blasted respectfully.
"first drink of the day, baby." jake sits up to grab a cold drink, playfully rubbing it against your cheek until you did the same. "wanna race to the water?" he challenges you. you chuckle, bringing the rest of guys' wrists with you. the series of stupid challenges and games along the water and further down the deep end easily tired you out, but the banter and the colourful sun brought all four of you to continue splashing away like kids again.
the four of you walk along the shore, drying parts of yourself through the breeze. "fuck, i forgot my towel. i only brought yours, pretty." hoon stammers, halting the groups walk. "oh shit, same. i was too distracted." jay stammers too.
"we'll wait in the tent til you guys come back with your towels!" jake waves the two off, shooing them as you settle down inside the tent, watching the sun set without the other two.
"you cold?" jake finally sits next to you, tank top nowhere to be seen, shaggy, salty hair resting against his forehead as the dogtag drapes across his collarbone. you pause to take in his visuals. he notices, dragging your chin up to face him. "hm?" he calls for an answer.
you nod your head, "a lil'." you mumble, darting your eyes back to the sun setting. you feel jakes arm snake around your waist. "take off the shorts, i'll put my towel on you, yeah?" he whispers, leaning in closer to you and without a thought- pulling your denims down, exposing your cute binkini bottom. "jakey!" you squeal, slapping his back as he coughs out a laugh. "ask for my consent first! weirdo." you tease him, leaning back in the tent with your elbows propping you up. you watch as he bites your lip, eyes slowly trailing over your wet bikini. you watch as he carefully takes his hands to ghost over your hips.
jake goes to lay beside you, too distracted by your plump lips and plush thighs trying to hide your slick.
"you want me to make you feel warm?" his voice, more honey like, stirs you. "how so?" you tilt your head, an upturn smile on your end. "shh." he rests his index on his lips, before putting it on yours. his fingers trails down, ghosting over the gap of your tits, down past your stomach, scraping past your belly button before stopping at your bikini waistline, he tips of his fingers hooking on the sides, tugging them like he owned you.
your eyes flutter, tits jerking from the force of his tug. "jakey.." you mumble, looking back at him with doe eyes. "you know you want me to." he whispers, "i hid their towels, they'll take a while." he winks before slowly begging for your thighs to spread. "just want you to feel good." he leans in on you, lips ghosting over yours. "but we're in-" his fingers start touching your core over your fabric.
you choke a moan, his hand coming in quick to cover your mouth before he kisses your forehead. "shh." he warns again. before rubbing circles on your clothed clit like it was plan he had pre executed. "yeah? like that?" he whispers against your ear, heat rising to your temples as the dark tent felt warmer just by his fingers making puddles on your pussy. "fuck- your nipples are hard too." he tsks, using his lips to kiss them while your legs squirmed, begging for his fingers to be inside.
"jake." you silently cry, "yes?" he smiles down at you, an obvious tent in his pants but he's prioritising your slick over his. "touch me." you beg.
his vision goes hazy. you were straightforward, you, his muse, asking- no- pleading to be touched. and he did, in mere seconds, pushed your panties to the side to shove his digits into, juices plunging out of your cute little hole while his brows furrow, knitting together in concentration. this man is slow, until he was quick and close, curling his fingers at the right place like he knew you'd unfold there. he earned hard to get here, so he's using all the antagonising minutes and precision to make you squirt on his body for dear life. you cover your mouth, using jakes towel to try and cover your pussy but jake shoves it aside, angry that you'd even dare try to hide from him.
"fuck.. been wanting you like this. all by myself. so fucking pretty. so fucking mine." jake whimpers in your ear while the summer breeze calmed you.
"so fucking soaked, is this all f'me?" jake's brows tighten at the centre, watching your lips part open and your stomach knot at his fingers rubbing against your spot like he owned it.
"you gonna cum for me baby?" he whines, whispering only when it embarrasses you. you can't help but hold back tears, squirming and pushing jakes chest as he continues to overstimulate your pussy. "fuck i wanna drink you so bad. want you to cum on my cock." he groans, palming his cock under his trunks. "but it's gonna have to wait." he spits.
"jake!" you squeal into his neck. "yes pretty, cum for me." his fingers, full of slick- mix with your hot juices that follow after he sped up his pace for fun. you squirted all over him and his towel, earning a wet patch on his trunks. "fuck," he looks down, "i just came in my shorts." he mutters, looking at his digits pull out of your drenched bikini. the cum looked like webs, and tasted like sugar and sin on his lips, jake made you know how good it tastes when he looked at you straight in the eyes.
"want more?" jake croaks, stroking your thighs as he props you up against himself, tying his towel around your waist- not giving a fuck if anyone saw he fingerblasted you.
"please." you beg, pouting as you watch his smile grow. "then tell those two fuckers to sleep with eachother on the couch, okay?" he brings a thumb up to brush it against your cheek, kissing it. you mindlessly nod- knowing you wouldn't.
"you fucking piece of dog shit." hoon rips open the tent, luckily unnoticing of the previous interactions held before they silently arrived.
"what did i do?" jake acted sly, smirking when he didn't have to. "y/n, let's head home, and get you showered yeah?" jay snatches your waist, pulling you out of the tent before you could even spare a glance at jake- who now is scolded to pack up.
you watch as hoon eyes you up and down, before sending a soft smile your way. "we'll be done soon okay? go and get showered, pretty."
jay couldn't help but forcefully yank you all the way back into the airbnb. he was soft to you, still. it's like he knew you were touched. he saw the way jake's- not even yours- jake's towel was draped across your bikini, hiding something he only wished he could have tasted. your denims were scrunched under his fist until they were thrown across the bed before you reached the bathroom.
jay is soft, but jay- especially when mad- is always rough. hungry. boisterous. prideful. desperate. but loving and overprotective. "strip." he tells you to. locking the doors, not giving a fuck if jake and hoon didn't even bring home a key for themselves.
"strip." he says again, bringing his hands to tenderly untie the back of your bra while you bite your lip, undressing infront of him. the shower head ran hot, steaming water while the two of you watched eachother undress. hot and calculative. "he fucking touched you." jay's jaw clenches. "and here i thought you wouldn't like it." he strides to you closing the gap, locking you as his arms grip the sink behind. "jjongie.." you croak, looking up at him. "don't fucking call me that." jay hisses, ripping your top and bottoms off. "you don't get to act all cutesy when you enjoyed being fucked by someone else." he warns, tugging you into the shower. jay pins you, steam hitting the both of you. his cock, exposed against your stomach, made you sway. mad, how his girth just pokes your waist while he watches you suffer and squirm. oh how badly you want it to be inside of you.
"can't have it baby. not until you suck me." jay brushes his fingers along your cheek. "will you be a good girl and make me feel better?" his eyes soften under your gaze, eyebrows twitching as you pout, yielding- nodding. "such a good fucking girl." jay brings you down on your knees. "take it. take it baby, please." he pleads.
you bring his tip against your lips, humming against it. the warm water splashes against your ruined face and sticky hair while your hands work on rubbing the rest of his length you try to swallow. "so big." you cry before he groans. "i know you can take it baby. so fucking good." he moans, pushing your head against the wall. you're trapped, feeling his cock push deeper into your gummy mouth. you look at him in the eyes while his darkens, fucking into your mouth like a toy. "take this fucking cock, drain its cum or else i'll fuck you mercilessly," jay whispers under his breath, just enough for you to hear and whine. "unless you want to be fucked like that- i'll do it." he groans.
"mmph!" you yelp, having jay shove his cock deeper before pulling out. "let me fuck your thighs, slutty baby." his speech is slurred, dog tag slapping against your face while he manhandles you in the shower, soap being poured and rubbed against your thighs. he carries you against his cock before he shoves his cock in, just enough to rub against your clit. you watch as the tip hides in your thighs before being slid in and out. you feel his back generate heat behind you, his breath panting as his hands reach out to grab the wall infront. "fuck!" he yelps, knowing you're moving your ass against him, rubbing your precious clit against his hard cock just to get off. "yeah baby, fuck, rub me with your slick." he groans, face pressing into the crook of your neck while the soap foams in your thighs.
"want you all to myself. mm? don't you agree?" he slaps your wet skin, bringing a free hand to hold around your cute neck. "don't you want me like this? all yours?" he whispers, shamelessly making noises under the crowded shower. "i'll fuck you so good tonight if you just make jake and hoon go sleep elsewhere." grunting as his hand lowers to grope your tits. "fuck! jay-" you cry, feeling your high come.
"i only bought the bed for us to fuck in baby. no one else. i'm not sharing." he warns, "not when i have you like this."
his words stammer you, cracking your high as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, spurting white all over your plushy thighs and the bathroom tiles.
while you try to recover, jay returned to himself- washing you in all the places where he shouldn't have touched in the first place. "you okay?" he asks, meeting your eyes. "y-yeah.." you could only respond. he smiles, patting you down after letting you out. "remember what i said, okay?"
you try to listen, putting on your lotions and your nightwear, but jay couldn't help but kiss you so needy, wanting more under his trunks. "remember what i said." he warns again.
you didn't, not after the two of you step out seeing sunghoon and jake standing outside, crossed arms and tussled hair. "oh." jay smirks, "did packing up take long?"
"if the owner asks why the door lock is broken- just say you'll pay for it." sunghoon shoves jay aside before slamming the bathroom door. jake scoffs, eyeing up jay before leaving the room. "i'll go cook something, yeah?" jay pats himself before heading to the kitchen, leaving you and jake across the hallway.
"he didn't touch you, did he?" jake comes close, fingers gliding so softly against your cheek. "or-"
the bathroom door slams back open. hoon, who had finished a shower in minutes, exits the steamy bathroom. his eyes lock onto you, wet hair over his face, little droplets cascading down his abs, and a lose towel, just hugging his hips. "your turn." he throws a new towel at jake. jake huffs, shaking his head, tch-ing as he heads into the bathroom, leaving hoon and you mere inches away from each other.
"had fun?" hoon's eyes never left you, jaw tensing as he sees your swollen lips and faintly pink neck. "at the beach? yeah!" you lie, getting wet just at the look of him. though hoon was never the type to lash out, he had definitely shown his anger, and with the way he leans in closer to you, he's jealous. he scoffs, "yeah right."
"couch. movie." he glares, before setting his eyes elsewhere, leaving you wet and confused.
dinner was quiet, all eyes hooked on to you as you twirl the food in your fork. "good?" jay smiles at you, and you nod. "so good." you reply, only hearing a sigh from jake. "could be better tho." he mutters. this rose petty arguments between jay and jake, some even funny to giggle at. while you choke out a chuckle, sunghoon stares across from you, never breaking eye contact as he eats, slurps and drinks with his eyes glued onto you.
it doesn't help the fact that you were wearing your cute nightwear, perky tits on display under that cute satin top- lace decorating your figure, necklace so low that it kisses your cleavage- you know he's looking- staring, hungry. like that meal isn't enough.
"hoon?" you call out, "you okay?"
"of course." he deadpans, before taking his dish to the kitchen. "don't worry about him, baby." jake brings a hand to your thigh, squeezing it. "just stick with us when we're watching the movie, baby." jay joins in.
you didn't. not when they were tired out of their minds- thinking it was your pussy that kept them sleepy. as you continued to watch in the night, you couldn't help but pout at the distance hoon gave you.
hoon's gaze burned from across the room, but he didn’t move. spent, jay and jake had dozed, climbing on eachother for comfort- thinking it was you they were cuddling. you thought hoon would then come closer, join in, but instead he leaned back into the couch, jaw clenched, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.
"hoon.." you whisper, walking over to the single couch, far from you. he didn't even look up, didn't even acknowledge you. "i thought you had your fun. what do you need me for?"
the venom in his voice made you ache. you pout, hovering in front of him, chewing your lip until he finally snapped, yanking you down onto his lap. his phone clattered to the floor. "done pretending you enjoyed them?” he murmured, his voice a low growl against your ear. “be quiet.”
"h-hoon-" you try to pry away, but he shamelessly grinds your hips to his crotch, growling in your ear while the murmur of the movie kept him hidden. "i said be quiet, baby," kissing your neck slowly, overwriting the marks jay had nipped. "unless," his hands glide over your breasts, eyes looking up to you under his lowly smirk. "unless you want me to fuck you so loud they'll know who you really belong to."
he didn't waste anytime to flip you over, your back struck against the cushion as he hungrily peels your bottoms off. "you know how to cover your mouth, right baby?" hooking your cute panties off your ankles as you lay there, hypnotised by the chain dangling down. his eyes never left you- you can see it when the screen flickers blue. he carefully shoves your wet panties into your mouth- as a quick way to shut you up. the movie screen illuminated your glistening pussy- warm, sticky, wet- pretty; hoon couldn't help but watch it pulsate in awe. "you're telling me they got to touch it before me?" he groans quietly. "and you let them?"
you shyly nod, unable to lie. you confess how badly you want all of them, how unshakeable your desire truly was. this only fueled hoon to shove his lips down your core, smearing his saliva all over your walls, sucking your clit while plunging his fingers deep to curl inside you while all you could do was squirm on the couch, hips bucking, back arching, teeth clenching between your sopping fabric. he laps at your pussy, starved- like a man who reached oasis, finally- a dream he'd been wanting to taste. "fucking heaven." he groans, a little loud to cause the men just a mere metre or two away to jerk in their sleep.
"mmph.. fuck." your eyes bead out tears with the way his fingers curl in you, pumping in and out as he plays with your clit on his tongue, kissing, sucking, biting your thighs til they shook. you broke a moan, breathless and muffled, hoon paid this no mind as he kept lapping, dirtying your core with his spit and tongue.
"fucking mine." his hands grope the sides of your thighs, pulling them closer to his mouth. shaking, you moan again- this time making jay and jake shuffle louder in their sleep. "yeah? you wanna wake them? see what happens when they see me eating you baby. you taste so good when you're mine." sunghoon lifts his head to whisper nasty shit in your ear. "cum, baby - fuck! squirt on me." he rips your panties from your lips and throws them- unexpectedly landing on a now awake jay.
hoon lips smothered over your mouth, drowning out your moans and cries as he quickly pulls out his tip to rub all over your messy clit. buried in your slick and juice, hoon continues to slide his exposed cock along your folds. you whimper under his member, his tip slowly entering you but never actually going in. teasing you. you choke a hard sigh, moaning, breaking a high you haven't reached.
"you fucking-" you turn to see jake and jay awake, ruffling out their shirts, messy hair, rushing over to hoon who only held a sly smirk.
only silence was held when you beg. "please stop!"
"if you wanna fuck me. then fuck me." you push hoon away with your sole, bare cheeks and tattered singlet all gone to precious waste if those boys don't hurry up and trail behind you as you walk, swaying your hot hips into the only room; the only bed.
the boys stammer, hard in their pants, bolting to the doors like dogs on a leash.
the bed waits.
your calves hit the frame, knees buckling. they crowd closer. dogtags swinging. clinking, like desperate music in the dark. you reach first, fingers curling around jay’s chain, yanking him down until his breath ghosts your lips. the cold metal presses into your palm- fuck.. his sharp inhale almost louder than the rattle. jake stumbles forward next, chest colliding with yours when you catch his tag too. twisted chain wrapped tight around your knuckles, pulling him in like he’s yours to leash.
hoon lingers. watching. daring you. so you hook him last.
you grabbed his tag, hard enough that it digs into his collarbone. his smirk falters- just for a second before he leans into your pull. three chains tangled in your fists. three boys bound to you by cold metal and shallow breath.
the sound..
groaning and clinking as you drag them down to the bed with you. like you’d leashed all of them.
"fuck.. baby." jay stammers, "so hot.. so desperate. you think you can handle all three?" his arms slide to yank off the rest of your garments- cradling your ass while hoon shoves his cock straight into your mouth. "she can't talk- she's busy." he smirks, earning a low chuckle from the rest.
your mouth so full of his length it made your eyes roll, hips rubbing against jakes palm who can't help but press his hard member down your slick thighs, still sticky and white from hoon's stupid lips. jay growls, grabbing a fistful of your ass, dipping your knees into the mattress, hoisting your hips as you choke on hoon's cock in front of you. "stretch her." hoon holds a fistful of your hair, caressing your full cheeks and your stained eyes, cooing soft sinister words as jake and jay touch you relentlessly.
"yeah baby? want us to fuck you? want us to fill you?" jay slaps your ass while jake whimpers, feeling his cock being stroked by your needy hands. "mmph!" you could only muster, with hoon nodding- "yeah she loves it like that."
jake brings his cock to align with jay's, smearing his precum over your pink folds while all you could do was grip the sheets- "pretty baby, have you been waiting all night?" hoon pulls his member out, soppy webs of saliva spilling out of your mouth as he helps relieve your need for breath.
"mm? say yes baby." jake pleads, waiting for your silent approval, your doe eyes generating tears as jay rubs your sweet spot in circles. "say it, please?"
your lips dribble with mixed precum and saliva, neck drenched with the remnants of your juices that hoon had spilt when he kissed you- you feel their hands roam you, trying to claim everypart of yours as theirs. the bed was bucked in with the way the hoon kneeled in front of you while jay and jake watched you from behind. "we havent even fucked you yet and you're so ruined baby," hoon huffs, grabbing your chin. "you sure want us to fuck you? stretch you? say yes."
"yes, please?" you moan, feeling jakes lips tickle yours, reaching down just to kiss you. "good girl, our sweet y/n." jay cooes, slapping a handful of your ass that your thighs shake, earning a groan from hoon. "fuck jay, spank her again- just like that."
you took a few spanks, red little marks on your cute ass as a form of punishment for being a liar. lying about not wanting, not needing, not desiring anyother. they hushed you, planted kisses on your forehead while you trembled under their palm, salivating under their bodies. then came sloppy kisses, the boys laying their backs against the headboard while you go down on them, kissing each tip as a sorry- as comfort. your thighs were even painted with prints of precum while you got a lil carried away at jake's cock, kissing his tip so lovingly. jay had enough, bringing you towards the centre. he lays you on your back as jake and hoon surround you on each side- kissing your cheek. jay hoists up your hips before lining his tip against your foamy core. "so fucking hot." hoon mutters, watching your body react to the scene.
"fuck princess, let me in." jay groans, being the first to push his thick cock in you, the tip being the hardest to shove. the little lamp in the corner of the room only seemed to show the illuminating beads of sweat and liquids that sheared off of you, while the moon exposed the curve of your ass and tits, your face and your swollen lips; loved by the men you cherish. "gonna fuck you so good, you'll take every inch."
the moan you broke into was loud that hoon had to shush you, kissing your cheeks while he guided you to palm him and jake with your free hands. the rhythm was slow, moderate, squeaky- until jay couldn't keep it, watching your tight little pussy swallow him with white creamy rims like you worshipped his dick, fuck, he was fucking you like crazy. your hips were bruised and your pace of rubbing jake and hoon's cock was fast, sliding off your palms. they get up to kneel on either side of your head, making you swallow jake's cock while stroking hoon's.
"you love it, don't you?" hoon's little smile looks hotter from below, watching your three best friends look down on you as they use you to shove their cock in- fuck, you feel jake's cock hardening as he continues to fuck your gummy walls.
it was getting overwhelming, fast.
the slapping of your pussy against jay's dick ramming into you, the creak of the bed, jake's sloppy cock popping in and out of your mouth- hoon's moans as you edge him,
and overall,
they're cumming to the sound of you enjoying it.
"princess, i'm cumming! fuck-" jay lulls his head back as he pumps hard shots into you. feeling his seed pump endless shots of jizz as it spills out, cock still hard.
"baby let me cum in your throat." jake couldn't help but shove it deeper until your saliva was white, filled with his creamy cum.
"gonna paint these breasts." hoon growls under his breath, making you feel his cock spurt out ropes of slick over your tits and waist.
"oh my god!" you moan, feeling their hunger not yet satisfied, you were instantly put on a cowgirl position, white dripping down your stomach and onto jake's who had settled you onto his cock. a slight stretch, you feel the relief right after the pain when you grind on it without warning. jake's sensitive tip is now experiencing colours- and his moans weren't afraid to show it, bucking his hips deeper while he watches you rub hoon and jay's tip against your cute titties.
"good fucking girl, riding me so well." jake fucks into you, grabbing your hips to stop you from grinding so he could just pump into you, you yelp crying- but jay and hoon encourage it, hold you as jake fucks you relentlessly, spitting into your mouth while your hole gets demolished. "you love jakey don't you?" he mocks your nickname for him, putting a thumb on your clit to circle. you reach your high within seconds, feeling jake's dick slide out, cum spilling out right after. a quick flash came up as jay couldn't help but save a pic. "fuck! my baby, you want more?"
different positions, different cocks, your kisses turned soft and sloppy, your body more doughy and fuckable everytime you're fuller.
"she'll get more." hoon plants your face into the bed. lining his tip. "b-baby-" you cry at them, no time to process whose even fucking you.
"baby, stay awake now." hoon grips your thighs before slapping his cock at your entrance, shoving it in while all you could do was moan and squeal relentlessly. hoon's fucking was meaner than jake's, his hips snapping while the rest watched, cum still leaking out of their tips.
"gonna fuck hoonie like you always do?" hoon slyly drags his words, fucking you faster while the bed creaks, earning dents and more problems to the wall. you couldn't help but bring your torso up to grip against the bedhead, and this gave jake the opportunity to slide his tip in, shoving it just a lil- stretching you. fuck. it felt so good, you couldn't help but moan so loud, jay had to shut you up by shoving his own overstimulated dick into your throat.
hoon's eyes roll back, feeling the heat of jake's member and your walls against his- and the sound of your cries. fuck they could listen to it all day. "fuck baby, cum!"
"i'm fucking cumming!" you let jay's cock pop out of your lips, and you scream, tits jiggling and your eyes rolling back as the high is hitting you harder than ever. "cum all over us." you squirt again, feeling their mixture of moans and groans of pleasure wash over you.
the silence was enough to kill.
the heaving of breaths, the bottom left bed leg? gone.
the dog tags, now hung around your thighs and neck like medals. "you're ours forever baby. ours." jay huffs.
you’re flat on your back, chest heaving, skin sticky with sweat. jay drapes across your shoulder, mouth pressed lazy against your collarbone. jake curled at your side, face buried against your ribs, chain still sliding up and down with each breath. hoon's knees gave in- sprawled on your stomach, his hand loose around your waist.
"i love you. each of you. all of you." you mutter, ruffling their hair with every ounce of your energy left. whatever part of your body their lips touched, they kissed in return- like a silent worship.
peaceful, their breaths. their pulse. the night. the sea. not giving a fuck that they had a lot of damage to pay.
"fuck. the owner is visiting to see the damage." jay runs his fingers through his hair, pointing at y/n with his other, "and seeing the current state of her, how the FUCK are we supposed to convince the guy we didn't do anything weird?"
jake groans from the floor, tugging the blanket over his head.
“damage? it’s not that bad-" the bedframe creaks loud, splintered.
“…okay maybe it’s bad.”
hoon’s dead silent, arms crossed, glaring at the floor like he’s trying not to say anything worse. then a knock came, leaving everyone to freeze. the door swings open. his figure loomed over the entire plan, while you and hoon securely held eachother, looking a bit away in shame. the owner of the bnb had dark eyes scanning the wreckage. broken lamp, tilted picture frame, sheets tangled across the floor.
his jaw tightens. silence.
jay opens his mouth, ready to beg.
“we can explain-"
“don’t bother,” the guy cuts him off, waving a hand.
his gaze slides past all three boys. it lands on you. lingering. you try hard to look away, but you watch as his eyes wonder, eyeing you up and down. "ma'am," he starts, watching your eyes waver as he leans against the doorframe. "nothing is too broken, don't worry." he startd, "here's my number for anything extra you need to show me, please, i don't mind unnecessary at all.."
his hand brings out a note, stapled with a phone number. "heeseung." he introduces himself cooly, looking one more time at you before leaving.
WOW. yall pls dont ask what possessed me. anyways.
bsf 02z x reader. one. bed. trope. smut. porn no plot. foursome (shocking). fighting for reader n eventually sharing. dogtags. hair pulling. fingering. cunnilingus. thigh jobs. hand jobs. blowjobs, all the jobs. #employed. creampie. stretching. overstimulation. filming. petnames. dom 02z. p in v. estimated word count? idk probs 4k yeah type shift. proofread? Perchance. my writing style is questionable. mdni.
the airbnb was too small for all of you. four walls, one squeaky fan, one bed that sagged in the middle and a couch that no one wanted but no one dared say why. jay had picked the place thinking it looked fun, summer cheap, close to the beach, but now being here with them it felt too close, too hot, too full.
the heat made it worse. sticky curtains clinging to the windows, sea air pressing into your lungs, their bodies always too near. every time you turned there was someone brushing against you, grabbing something from the same counter, lying half on you on the bed because there wasn’t space.
you grew up with them. jake, jay, sunghoon. those names tied to you like they’d been carved into your skin since you were kids. neighbors, classmates, college friends, boys- who followed you through every stage until now. the ones who knew the worst of you and still clung to you close. you used to think the touching was innocent- like maybe it was once. their hands always on your waist, tugging you back, holding your face, tucking hair behind your ear. forehead kisses, dry humping at parties like it was a joke, their arms thrown around you whenever you walked into a room. you convinced yourself it was because of history. because no one else got that close.
but the way they looked at you now? grown, sharp, hungry. it wasn’t the same. their stares dragged, their silence heavy. when other people touched you they scowled, mostly even stepping in. no one said it out loud, but you felt it, - still, buzzing under everything.
the first sight of the place proved it. you joked about the couch. who would get stuck with it.
"does it matter who sleeps on the couch? 'cos-" you were quickly interrupted by the hushes of jake who takes your bags, flinging them to the closet. "no one sleeps on the couch- remember?" he starts, "and plus," turning to an unreadable sunghoon, "we don't have time to think about that. today's a day filled with activities!"
interesting, you think, it's like they're communicating telepathically.
jake shushed you so fast it made your heart skip. he said it like it was a rule you’d all agreed on but you hadn’t. sunghoon’s jaw tightened. jay just stared, arms crossed.
you should’ve laughed it off but the room stayed quiet.
the arguments started then. small. who sat next to you at dinner. who carried your towel. who poured your drink. jokes that weren’t really jokes, voices sharper than they should’ve been.
you watch as jake nudges sunghoon who waves off jake's attitude. "c'mon, y/n." jay calls you from the bathroom. "think you can doll up for the beach, pretty?"
"as long as you guys give me a few, then i will be good to go." you chuckle, pushing them aside, heading to the small bathroom by the master. you put on your cute bikini under your shorts, spraying your mist and plumping your lips. as you touch up on your skin and hair, you hear faint murmuring. it grew louder as you changed, and it was fair to eaves drop- i mean- the walls of this place was thin to none.
their voices clashed again, sharper, louder; the words tangling over eachother til you couldn’t even tell who was saying what. it sounded like fighting, but it felt like begging. you stood, ready to tell them to cut it out, but you stay in the bathroom, fingers ghosting over the doorknob.
you thought they were just bickering until a voice dropped lower. "you always think you’re first. like she belongs to you."
another snapped back. "she doesn’t belong to anyone." the last voice cut through. quiet, steady.
"she doesn't belong to anyone- but last time i heard she belongs to me."
"no- i'm just saying she loves me more, so you guys can watch."
"to hell with that. i want her all to myself."
"what if she says no to all this..?"
.
"you think she'll say no?"
your heart was pounding. you had told yourself for years it wasn’t real, that the touches and the lingering eyes meant nothing. but here it was, out in the open, pressing into your skin with the weight of summer heat.
your stomach churns, hearing them talk sbout how much they obsess over your skin just the wall over- how they want to eat you alive with their eyes the moment you walk out- how they want to fuck you.
worse part?
you love it.
fuck i mean, the attention, the looks, the talk, the tension- you truly convinced yourself that these feelings would go away but here you are now, mere seconds away from palming your fingers against your core as you listen to your best friends talk dirty about you. your heart pounded, your nipples seeping out of your tight fabric, because of the little words you can only make out.
"you think she can fit us?-"
"almost done?" two quick knocks startle you, breaking you from the trails of thought. hoon, who impatiently tapped his fingers against the door became eager to see you first out of everyone. he sneaked out of the conversation before jay and jake could get ahead of themselves. you unlock the door to let him in. as you turn away from the door, your fingers hover over your body to as a final check as he widens it to see you. hoonie.. out of all of them, he was the quietest. the soft spoken around you, and significantly, the most tense. you watch his jaw tighten when he comes in, towel on one shoulder, waistband too low, tank top too tight- "do a twirl." he whispers against your ear while he brings your hips close to spin you. he watches intently, eyes blatantly watching your tits jiggle under the dangerous bikini top, wishing they'd fall out while it was just the two of you. "so pretty." he smiles, before reaching down.
he brings your palm in to massage as he takes you out of the bathroom. "do i look pretty too?" he chuckles, reaching down to your lips so he could hear you clear.
"very." you slightly chuckle, before reaching the other two- who were finally done bickering. all three are wearing tank tops, trunks that were lowkey showing their v line, sunglasses at the back of their heads while their dog tags waved in your face like a hypnotic dream. they watched you sway your way into their view with hoon attached to your hip. and while you indirectly gnawed at their minds with your physique, they groaned at the smirking sight of hoon, practically hogging you as you all leave the airbnb for the beach.
"it only takes a few minutes north to the beach! i can guide us!" you perk up as the summer breeze blows you. "lead the way, pretty." jake nods- signalling you to walk in-front of them. you definitely knew they just wanted to watch you from behind, see your body jiggle as you walked up stairs, hand shielding you from the peachy sun, your ass half glistened by the orange sea. they wanted to monitor your every move. jay, who shamelessly rubbed your back so tightly full of sunscreen, looks around you like surveillance. while he gripped your shoulders, outlined your back, softly went over your thighs and hugged you from behind, he couldn't help but grimace at anyone who passed by that was looking at you.
"so many creeps around here." he mumbles, nodding over to jake who lays his head on your lap. the four of you rest on the soft sand, hiding under the scorching sun while the whole world plays around you. the mini tent was set up for all of you to chill while music blasted respectfully.
"first drink of the day, baby." jake sits up to grab a cold drink, playfully rubbing it against your cheek until you did the same. "wanna race to the water?" he challenges you. you chuckle, bringing the rest of guys' wrists with you. the series of stupid challenges and games along the water and further down the deep end easily tired you out, but the banter and the colourful sun brought all four of you to continue splashing away like kids again.
the four of you walk along the shore, drying parts of yourself through the breeze. "fuck, i forgot my towel. i only brought yours, pretty." hoon stammers, halting the groups walk. "oh shit, same. i was too distracted." jay stammers too.
"we'll wait in the tent til you guys come back with your towels!" jake waves the two off, shooing them as you settle down inside the tent, watching the sun set without the other two.
"you cold?" jake finally sits next to you, tank top nowhere to be seen, shaggy, salty hair resting against his forehead as the dogtag drapes across his collarbone. you pause to take in his visuals. he notices, dragging your chin up to face him. "hm?" he calls for an answer.
you nod your head, "a lil'." you mumble, darting your eyes back to the sun setting. you feel jakes arm snake around your waist. "take off the shorts, i'll put my towel on you, yeah?" he whispers, leaning in closer to you and without a thought- pulling your denims down, exposing your cute binkini bottom. "jakey!" you squeal, slapping his back as he coughs out a laugh. "ask for my consent first! weirdo." you tease him, leaning back in the tent with your elbows propping you up. you watch as he bites your lip, eyes slowly trailing over your wet bikini. you watch as he carefully takes his hands to ghost over your hips.
jake goes to lay beside you, too distracted by your plump lips and plush thighs trying to hide your slick.
"you want me to make you feel warm?" his voice, more honey like, stirs you. "how so?" you tilt your head, an upturn smile on your end. "shh." he rests his index on his lips, before putting it on yours. his fingers trails down, ghosting over the gap of your tits, down past your stomach, scraping past your belly button before stopping at your bikini waistline, he tips of his fingers hooking on the sides, tugging them like he owned you.
your eyes flutter, tits jerking from the force of his tug. "jakey.." you mumble, looking back at him with doe eyes. "you know you want me to." he whispers, "i hid their towels, they'll take a while." he winks before slowly begging for your thighs to spread. "just want you to feel good." he leans in on you, lips ghosting over yours. "but we're in-" his fingers start touching your core over your fabric.
you choke a moan, his hand coming in quick to cover your mouth before he kisses your forehead. "shh." he warns again. before rubbing circles on your clothed clit like it was plan he had pre executed. "yeah? like that?" he whispers against your ear, heat rising to your temples as the dark tent felt warmer just by his fingers making puddles on your pussy. "fuck- your nipples are hard too." he tsks, using his lips to kiss them while your legs squirmed, begging for his fingers to be inside.
"jake." you silently cry, "yes?" he smiles down at you, an obvious tent in his pants but he's prioritising your slick over his. "touch me." you beg.
his vision goes hazy. you were straightforward, you, his muse, asking- no- pleading to be touched. and he did, in mere seconds, pushed your panties to the side to shove his digits into, juices plunging out of your cute little hole while his brows furrow, knitting together in concentration. this man is slow, until he was quick and close, curling his fingers at the right place like he knew you'd unfold there. he earned hard to get here, so he's using all the antagonising minutes and precision to make you squirt on his body for dear life. you cover your mouth, using jakes towel to try and cover your pussy but jake shoves it aside, angry that you'd even dare try to hide from him.
"fuck.. been wanting you like this. all by myself. so fucking pretty. so fucking mine." jake whimpers in your ear while the summer breeze calmed you.
"so fucking soaked, is this all f'me?" jake's brows tighten at the centre, watching your lips part open and your stomach knot at his fingers rubbing against your spot like he owned it.
"you gonna cum for me baby?" he whines, whispering only when it embarrasses you. you can't help but hold back tears, squirming and pushing jakes chest as he continues to overstimulate your pussy. "fuck i wanna drink you so bad. want you to cum on my cock." he groans, palming his cock under his trunks. "but it's gonna have to wait." he spits.
"jake!" you squeal into his neck. "yes pretty, cum for me." his fingers, full of slick- mix with your hot juices that follow after he sped up his pace for fun. you squirted all over him and his towel, earning a wet patch on his trunks. "fuck," he looks down, "i just came in my shorts." he mutters, looking at his digits pull out of your drenched bikini. the cum looked like webs, and tasted like sugar and sin on his lips, jake made you know how good it tastes when he looked at you straight in the eyes.
"want more?" jake croaks, stroking your thighs as he props you up against himself, tying his towel around your waist- not giving a fuck if anyone saw he fingerblasted you.
"please." you beg, pouting as you watch his smile grow. "then tell those two fuckers to sleep with eachother on the couch, okay?" he brings a thumb up to brush it against your cheek, kissing it. you mindlessly nod- knowing you wouldn't.
"you fucking piece of dog shit." hoon rips open the tent, luckily unnoticing of the previous interactions held before they silently arrived.
"what did i do?" jake acted sly, smirking when he didn't have to. "y/n, let's head home, and get you showered yeah?" jay snatches your waist, pulling you out of the tent before you could even spare a glance at jake- who now is scolded to pack up.
you watch as hoon eyes you up and down, before sending a soft smile your way. "we'll be done soon okay? go and get showered, pretty."
jay couldn't help but forcefully yank you all the way back into the airbnb. he was soft to you, still. it's like he knew you were touched. he saw the way jake's- not even yours- jake's towel was draped across your bikini, hiding something he only wished he could have tasted. your denims were scrunched under his fist until they were thrown across the bed before you reached the bathroom.
jay is soft, but jay- especially when mad- is always rough. hungry. boisterous. prideful. desperate. but loving and overprotective. "strip." he tells you to. locking the doors, not giving a fuck if jake and hoon didn't even bring home a key for themselves.
"strip." he says again, bringing his hands to tenderly untie the back of your bra while you bite your lip, undressing infront of him. the shower head ran hot, steaming water while the two of you watched eachother undress. hot and calculative. "he fucking touched you." jay's jaw clenches. "and here i thought you wouldn't like it." he strides to you closing the gap, locking you as his arms grip the sink behind. "jjongie.." you croak, looking up at him. "don't fucking call me that." jay hisses, ripping your top and bottoms off. "you don't get to act all cutesy when you enjoyed being fucked by someone else." he warns, tugging you into the shower. jay pins you, steam hitting the both of you. his cock, exposed against your stomach, made you sway. mad, how his girth just pokes your waist while he watches you suffer and squirm. oh how badly you want it to be inside of you.
"can't have it baby. not until you suck me." jay brushes his fingers along your cheek. "will you be a good girl and make me feel better?" his eyes soften under your gaze, eyebrows twitching as you pout, yielding- nodding. "such a good fucking girl." jay brings you down on your knees. "take it. take it baby, please." he pleads.
you bring his tip against your lips, humming against it. the warm water splashes against your ruined face and sticky hair while your hands work on rubbing the rest of his length you try to swallow. "so big." you cry before he groans. "i know you can take it baby. so fucking good." he moans, pushing your head against the wall. you're trapped, feeling his cock push deeper into your gummy mouth. you look at him in the eyes while his darkens, fucking into your mouth like a toy. "take this fucking cock, drain its cum or else i'll fuck you mercilessly," jay whispers under his breath, just enough for you to hear and whine. "unless you want to be fucked like that- i'll do it." he groans.
"mmph!" you yelp, having jay shove his cock deeper before pulling out. "let me fuck your thighs, slutty baby." his speech is slurred, dog tag slapping against your face while he manhandles you in the shower, soap being poured and rubbed against your thighs. he carries you against his cock before he shoves his cock in, just enough to rub against your clit. you watch as the tip hides in your thighs before being slid in and out. you feel his back generate heat behind you, his breath panting as his hands reach out to grab the wall infront. "fuck!" he yelps, knowing you're moving your ass against him, rubbing your precious clit against his hard cock just to get off. "yeah baby, fuck, rub me with your slick." he groans, face pressing into the crook of your neck while the soap foams in your thighs.
"want you all to myself. mm? don't you agree?" he slaps your wet skin, bringing a free hand to hold around your cute neck. "don't you want me like this? all yours?" he whispers, shamelessly making noises under the crowded shower. "i'll fuck you so good tonight if you just make jake and hoon go sleep elsewhere." grunting as his hand lowers to grope your tits. "fuck! jay-" you cry, feeling your high come.
"i only bought the bed for us to fuck in baby. no one else. i'm not sharing." he warns, "not when i have you like this."
his words stammer you, cracking your high as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, spurting white all over your plushy thighs and the bathroom tiles.
while you try to recover, jay returned to himself- washing you in all the places where he shouldn't have touched in the first place. "you okay?" he asks, meeting your eyes. "y-yeah.." you could only respond. he smiles, patting you down after letting you out. "remember what i said, okay?"
you try to listen, putting on your lotions and your nightwear, but jay couldn't help but kiss you so needy, wanting more under his trunks. "remember what i said." he warns again.
you didn't, not after the two of you step out seeing sunghoon and jake standing outside, crossed arms and tussled hair. "oh." jay smirks, "did packing up take long?"
"if the owner asks why the door lock is broken- just say you'll pay for it." sunghoon shoves jay aside before slamming the bathroom door. jake scoffs, eyeing up jay before leaving the room. "i'll go cook something, yeah?" jay pats himself before heading to the kitchen, leaving you and jake across the hallway.
"he didn't touch you, did he?" jake comes close, fingers gliding so softly against your cheek. "or-"
the bathroom door slams back open. hoon, who had finished a shower in minutes, exits the steamy bathroom. his eyes lock onto you, wet hair over his face, little droplets cascading down his abs, and a lose towel, just hugging his hips. "your turn." he throws a new towel at jake. jake huffs, shaking his head, tch-ing as he heads into the bathroom, leaving hoon and you mere inches away from each other.
"had fun?" hoon's eyes never left you, jaw tensing as he sees your swollen lips and faintly pink neck. "at the beach? yeah!" you lie, getting wet just at the look of him. though hoon was never the type to lash out, he had definitely shown his anger, and with the way he leans in closer to you, he's jealous. he scoffs, "yeah right."
"couch. movie." he glares, before setting his eyes elsewhere, leaving you wet and confused.
dinner was quiet, all eyes hooked on to you as you twirl the food in your fork. "good?" jay smiles at you, and you nod. "so good." you reply, only hearing a sigh from jake. "could be better tho." he mutters. this rose petty arguments between jay and jake, some even funny to giggle at. while you choke out a chuckle, sunghoon stares across from you, never breaking eye contact as he eats, slurps and drinks with his eyes glued onto you.
it doesn't help the fact that you were wearing your cute nightwear, perky tits on display under that cute satin top- lace decorating your figure, necklace so low that it kisses your cleavage- you know he's looking- staring, hungry. like that meal isn't enough.
"hoon?" you call out, "you okay?"
"of course." he deadpans, before taking his dish to the kitchen. "don't worry about him, baby." jake brings a hand to your thigh, squeezing it. "just stick with us when we're watching the movie, baby." jay joins in.
you didn't. not when they were tired out of their minds- thinking it was your pussy that kept them sleepy. as you continued to watch in the night, you couldn't help but pout at the distance hoon gave you.
hoon's gaze burned from across the room, but he didn’t move. spent, jay and jake had dozed, climbing on eachother for comfort- thinking it was you they were cuddling. you thought hoon would then come closer, join in, but instead he leaned back into the couch, jaw clenched, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.
"hoon.." you whisper, walking over to the single couch, far from you. he didn't even look up, didn't even acknowledge you. "i thought you had your fun. what do you need me for?"
the venom in his voice made you ache. you pout, hovering in front of him, chewing your lip until he finally snapped, yanking you down onto his lap. his phone clattered to the floor. "done pretending you enjoyed them?” he murmured, his voice a low growl against your ear. “be quiet.”
"h-hoon-" you try to pry away, but he shamelessly grinds your hips to his crotch, growling in your ear while the murmur of the movie kept him hidden. "i said be quiet, baby," kissing your neck slowly, overwriting the marks jay had nipped. "unless," his hands glide over your breasts, eyes looking up to you under his lowly smirk. "unless you want me to fuck you so loud they'll know who you really belong to."
he didn't waste anytime to flip you over, your back struck against the cushion as he hungrily peels your bottoms off. "you know how to cover your mouth, right baby?" hooking your cute panties off your ankles as you lay there, hypnotised by the chain dangling down. his eyes never left you- you can see it when the screen flickers blue. he carefully shoves your wet panties into your mouth- as a quick way to shut you up. the movie screen illuminated your glistening pussy- warm, sticky, wet- pretty; hoon couldn't help but watch it pulsate in awe. "you're telling me they got to touch it before me?" he groans quietly. "and you let them?"
you shyly nod, unable to lie. you confess how badly you want all of them, how unshakeable your desire truly was. this only fueled hoon to shove his lips down your core, smearing his saliva all over your walls, sucking your clit while plunging his fingers deep to curl inside you while all you could do was squirm on the couch, hips bucking, back arching, teeth clenching between your sopping fabric. he laps at your pussy, starved- like a man who reached oasis, finally- a dream he'd been wanting to taste. "fucking heaven." he groans, a little loud to cause the men just a mere metre or two away to jerk in their sleep.
"mmph.. fuck." your eyes bead out tears with the way his fingers curl in you, pumping in and out as he plays with your clit on his tongue, kissing, sucking, biting your thighs til they shook. you broke a moan, breathless and muffled, hoon paid this no mind as he kept lapping, dirtying your core with his spit and tongue.
"fucking mine." his hands grope the sides of your thighs, pulling them closer to his mouth. shaking, you moan again- this time making jay and jake shuffle louder in their sleep. "yeah? you wanna wake them? see what happens when they see me eating you baby. you taste so good when you're mine." sunghoon lifts his head to whisper nasty shit in your ear. "cum, baby - fuck! squirt on me." he rips your panties from your lips and throws them- unexpectedly landing on a now awake jay.
hoon lips smothered over your mouth, drowning out your moans and cries as he quickly pulls out his tip to rub all over your messy clit. buried in your slick and juice, hoon continues to slide his exposed cock along your folds. you whimper under his member, his tip slowly entering you but never actually going in. teasing you. you choke a hard sigh, moaning, breaking a high you haven't reached.
"you fucking-" you turn to see jake and jay awake, ruffling out their shirts, messy hair, rushing over to hoon who only held a sly smirk.
only silence was held when you beg. "please stop!"
"if you wanna fuck me. then fuck me." you push hoon away with your sole, bare cheeks and tattered singlet all gone to precious waste if those boys don't hurry up and trail behind you as you walk, swaying your hot hips into the only room; the only bed.
the boys stammer, hard in their pants, bolting to the doors like dogs on a leash.
the bed waits.
your calves hit the frame, knees buckling. they crowd closer. dogtags swinging. clinking, like desperate music in the dark. you reach first, fingers curling around jay’s chain, yanking him down until his breath ghosts your lips. the cold metal presses into your palm- fuck.. his sharp inhale almost louder than the rattle. jake stumbles forward next, chest colliding with yours when you catch his tag too. twisted chain wrapped tight around your knuckles, pulling him in like he’s yours to leash.
hoon lingers. watching. daring you. so you hook him last.
you grabbed his tag, hard enough that it digs into his collarbone. his smirk falters- just for a second before he leans into your pull. three chains tangled in your fists. three boys bound to you by cold metal and shallow breath.
the sound..
groaning and clinking as you drag them down to the bed with you. like you’d leashed all of them.
"fuck.. baby." jay stammers, "so hot.. so desperate. you think you can handle all three?" his arms slide to yank off the rest of your garments- cradling your ass while hoon shoves his cock straight into your mouth. "she can't talk- she's busy." he smirks, earning a low chuckle from the rest.
your mouth so full of his length it made your eyes roll, hips rubbing against jakes palm who can't help but press his hard member down your slick thighs, still sticky and white from hoon's stupid lips. jay growls, grabbing a fistful of your ass, dipping your knees into the mattress, hoisting your hips as you choke on hoon's cock in front of you. "stretch her." hoon holds a fistful of your hair, caressing your full cheeks and your stained eyes, cooing soft sinister words as jake and jay touch you relentlessly.
"yeah baby? want us to fuck you? want us to fill you?" jay slaps your ass while jake whimpers, feeling his cock being stroked by your needy hands. "mmph!" you could only muster, with hoon nodding- "yeah she loves it like that."
jake brings his cock to align with jay's, smearing his precum over your pink folds while all you could do was grip the sheets- "pretty baby, have you been waiting all night?" hoon pulls his member out, soppy webs of saliva spilling out of your mouth as he helps relieve your need for breath.
"mm? say yes baby." jake pleads, waiting for your silent approval, your doe eyes generating tears as jay rubs your sweet spot in circles. "say it, please?"
your lips dribble with mixed precum and saliva, neck drenched with the remnants of your juices that hoon had spilt when he kissed you- you feel their hands roam you, trying to claim everypart of yours as theirs. the bed was bucked in with the way the hoon kneeled in front of you while jay and jake watched you from behind. "we havent even fucked you yet and you're so ruined baby," hoon huffs, grabbing your chin. "you sure want us to fuck you? stretch you? say yes."
"yes, please?" you moan, feeling jakes lips tickle yours, reaching down just to kiss you. "good girl, our sweet y/n." jay cooes, slapping a handful of your ass that your thighs shake, earning a groan from hoon. "fuck jay, spank her again- just like that."
you took a few spanks, red little marks on your cute ass as a form of punishment for being a liar. lying about not wanting, not needing, not desiring anyother. they hushed you, planted kisses on your forehead while you trembled under their palm, salivating under their bodies. then came sloppy kisses, the boys laying their backs against the headboard while you go down on them, kissing each tip as a sorry- as comfort. your thighs were even painted with prints of precum while you got a lil carried away at jake's cock, kissing his tip so lovingly. jay had enough, bringing you towards the centre. he lays you on your back as jake and hoon surround you on each side- kissing your cheek. jay hoists up your hips before lining his tip against your foamy core. "so fucking hot." hoon mutters, watching your body react to the scene.
"fuck princess, let me in." jay groans, being the first to push his thick cock in you, the tip being the hardest to shove. the little lamp in the corner of the room only seemed to show the illuminating beads of sweat and liquids that sheared off of you, while the moon exposed the curve of your ass and tits, your face and your swollen lips; loved by the men you cherish. "gonna fuck you so good, you'll take every inch."
the moan you broke into was loud that hoon had to shush you, kissing your cheeks while he guided you to palm him and jake with your free hands. the rhythm was slow, moderate, squeaky- until jay couldn't keep it, watching your tight little pussy swallow him with white creamy rims like you worshipped his dick, fuck, he was fucking you like crazy. your hips were bruised and your pace of rubbing jake and hoon's cock was fast, sliding off your palms. they get up to kneel on either side of your head, making you swallow jake's cock while stroking hoon's.
"you love it, don't you?" hoon's little smile looks hotter from below, watching your three best friends look down on you as they use you to shove their cock in- fuck, you feel jake's cock hardening as he continues to fuck your gummy walls.
it was getting overwhelming, fast.
the slapping of your pussy against jay's dick ramming into you, the creak of the bed, jake's sloppy cock popping in and out of your mouth- hoon's moans as you edge him,
and overall,
they're cumming to the sound of you enjoying it.
"princess, i'm cumming! fuck-" jay lulls his head back as he pumps hard shots into you. feeling his seed pump endless shots of jizz as it spills out, cock still hard.
"baby let me cum in your throat." jake couldn't help but shove it deeper until your saliva was white, filled with his creamy cum.
"gonna paint these breasts." hoon growls under his breath, making you feel his cock spurt out ropes of slick over your tits and waist.
"oh my god!" you moan, feeling their hunger not yet satisfied, you were instantly put on a cowgirl position, white dripping down your stomach and onto jake's who had settled you onto his cock. a slight stretch, you feel the relief right after the pain when you grind on it without warning. jake's sensitive tip is now experiencing colours- and his moans weren't afraid to show it, bucking his hips deeper while he watches you rub hoon and jay's tip against your cute titties.
"good fucking girl, riding me so well." jake fucks into you, grabbing your hips to stop you from grinding so he could just pump into you, you yelp crying- but jay and hoon encourage it, hold you as jake fucks you relentlessly, spitting into your mouth while your hole gets demolished. "you love jakey don't you?" he mocks your nickname for him, putting a thumb on your clit to circle. you reach your high within seconds, feeling jake's dick slide out, cum spilling out right after. a quick flash came up as jay couldn't help but save a pic. "fuck! my baby, you want more?"
different positions, different cocks, your kisses turned soft and sloppy, your body more doughy and fuckable everytime you're fuller.
"she'll get more." hoon plants your face into the bed. lining his tip. "b-baby-" you cry at them, no time to process whose even fucking you.
"baby, stay awake now." hoon grips your thighs before slapping his cock at your entrance, shoving it in while all you could do was moan and squeal relentlessly. hoon's fucking was meaner than jake's, his hips snapping while the rest watched, cum still leaking out of their tips.
"gonna fuck hoonie like you always do?" hoon slyly drags his words, fucking you faster while the bed creaks, earning dents and more problems to the wall. you couldn't help but bring your torso up to grip against the bedhead, and this gave jake the opportunity to slide his tip in, shoving it just a lil- stretching you. fuck. it felt so good, you couldn't help but moan so loud, jay had to shut you up by shoving his own overstimulated dick into your throat.
hoon's eyes roll back, feeling the heat of jake's member and your walls against his- and the sound of your cries. fuck they could listen to it all day. "fuck baby, cum!"
"i'm fucking cumming!" you let jay's cock pop out of your lips, and you scream, tits jiggling and your eyes rolling back as the high is hitting you harder than ever. "cum all over us." you squirt again, feeling their mixture of moans and groans of pleasure wash over you.
the silence was enough to kill.
the heaving of breaths, the bottom left bed leg? gone.
the dog tags, now hung around your thighs and neck like medals. "you're ours forever baby. ours." jay huffs.
you’re flat on your back, chest heaving, skin sticky with sweat. jay drapes across your shoulder, mouth pressed lazy against your collarbone. jake curled at your side, face buried against your ribs, chain still sliding up and down with each breath. hoon's knees gave in- sprawled on your stomach, his hand loose around your waist.
"i love you. each of you. all of you." you mutter, ruffling their hair with every ounce of your energy left. whatever part of your body their lips touched, they kissed in return- like a silent worship.
peaceful, their breaths. their pulse. the night. the sea. not giving a fuck that they had a lot of damage to pay.
"fuck. the owner is visiting to see the damage." jay runs his fingers through his hair, pointing at y/n with his other, "and seeing the current state of her, how the FUCK are we supposed to convince the guy we didn't do anything weird?"
jake groans from the floor, tugging the blanket over his head.
“damage? it’s not that bad-" the bedframe creaks loud, splintered.
“…okay maybe it’s bad.”
hoon’s dead silent, arms crossed, glaring at the floor like he’s trying not to say anything worse. then a knock came, leaving everyone to freeze. the door swings open. his figure loomed over the entire plan, while you and hoon securely held eachother, looking a bit away in shame. the owner of the bnb had dark eyes scanning the wreckage. broken lamp, tilted picture frame, sheets tangled across the floor.
his jaw tightens. silence.
jay opens his mouth, ready to beg.
“we can explain-"
“don’t bother,” the guy cuts him off, waving a hand.
his gaze slides past all three boys. it lands on you. lingering. you try hard to look away, but you watch as his eyes wonder, eyeing you up and down. "ma'am," he starts, watching your eyes waver as he leans against the doorframe. "nothing is too broken, don't worry." he startd, "here's my number for anything extra you need to show me, please, i don't mind unnecessary at all.."
his hand brings out a note, stapled with a phone number. "heeseung." he introduces himself cooly, looking one more time at you before leaving.
WOW. yall pls dont ask what possessed me. anyways.
hello my dearest,,,, idk if you’re taking requests buuuut imma still shoot my shot cause you’re my favorite writer on here anD I LOVEEEE the way you write smut 😔✊
ok so picture this with heeseung ,,,, could be a one shot or a smau idk you decide (currently salivating at the thought of you writing a smau abOUT THIS) ,,, SO BACK TO HEE. he has the biggest fattest crush on reader and fantasize about her 24/7 to the point where he feels crazy and cant stop thinking about it😔✊ and you’re like in the same group of friends so you see him very very often and even though you’re not particularly close with eo, he often does these things where he always sits next to you, calls you affectionate names, makes all sort of excuses just to text or talk to you… the thing is, reader has this friend who’s kind of a bish but have been knowing each other since they were kids (hence she has a hard time cutting the friendship even though she’s very much aware of how toxic her friend is) and this same girl friend is head over heels for heeseung…. and he knows it too since reader’s friend doesn’t really make it a secret, yet he doesnt care cause he’s got his eyes set on you already… so yeah reader is pretty much oblivious about all the flirting and sexual innuendos hee throws her way cause in her mind he’s always been off limits, until heeseung starts being more and more straightforward with her… and reader finally allows herself to see him as more than a friend… until one day they’re alone and they finally let all their sexual frustrations all out 😭
sorry for writing so much KJELDDJKSDK
its ok babes! im kinda diggin smaus rn but im down if u want it written too x 💓
DROP HER!
and if you ever doubt your feelings, hee will always make sure it's you.
db! hee friends to lovers! sooha is the #meanfriend ! y/ns lowkey chill like dat.. suggestive, funny, lowkey always funny doe im never serious im sorry
𖥔 PRECIS. In which, you realize your boyfriend likes when you get mean… maybe a little too much. PAIRING. softie bf!jungwon x short tempered gf!reader GENRE. fluff, suggestive WARNINGS. skinship, kissing, implied nsfw, mdni
authors note ୨୧ I’ve been on quite the Jungwon kick recently, so now you’re on it too.
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Your relationship with Jungwon wasn’t some overcomplicated drama-fueled rollercoaster.
It was actually… painfully domestic.
Sleepovers in each other’s apartments where he’d tuck your hair behind your ear after brushing your teeth. Where your lipstick stains were permanent residents on his coffee mugs. Where your tiny shorts and crop tops had taken over one drawer in his dresser, and his oversized shirts always made their way into your laundry.
Dinner on Fridays, either dressed up in dim lighting over pasta and wine or curled up on the couch with takeout containers and half-watched thrillers. Matching phone wallpapers, playlists curated for each other, and sex that was always tender, always attentive—vanilla, sure—but Jungwon made you feel everything.
He was calm… Always composed, and almost princely in the way he carried himself.
Always considerate, always kind.
A golden boy with dimples and patient hands.
You?
You were anything but.
Cool, blunt, slightly dangerous in the way you spoke and moved. Sweet, yes—but only when you wanted to be. Spicy, short-tempered, impulsive. You didn’t sugarcoat, and you didn’t coddle.
And Jungwon loved that about you.
Well—he’d never say that out loud.
Never admit how, when your voice rose and your words got mean, he twitched in his pants. How when you turned sharp and sarcastic, when you rolled your eyes and walked away from him with that angry sway in your hips—it did things to him.
Things he was too embarrassed to voice.
So instead, he kept quiet. Let you yell, let you snap, let you push him around when you were grumpy… because the way your teeth nipped his neck when you were worked up, the way you pinned him to the bed like you owned him—
God, he loved when you got angry.
However, he wasn’t toxic with the way he relished in your anger. It was never a “I want to see you break” kind of enjoyment.
No, that wasn’t his thing.
It was more like—“Oh no, did I make you angry? Use me to make up for it.”
That brand of soft destruction.
The kind where you stomped through the club, or the grocery store, always clad in your signature kitten heels and tiny shorts, eyes blazing from a phone call gone wrong, or someone staring too long, tugging Jungwon around like he was your favorite purse.
Don’t save him. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
He would never forget the day he first realized this.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, which meant errands.
A few returns, maybe a smoothie, and a cinnamon roll somewhere along the way.
You were dressed in your usual brand of pretty danger—tiny black mini skirt that sat high on your hips, a matching ribbed tank top, dainty jewelry catching the sunlight.
Jungwon’s oversized jacket hung off your shoulders, swallowing you whole and somehow making you look even smaller.
Even meaner…?
He wore baggy faded jeans, a loose graphic tee, messy hair, and a soft grin—the ever-patient boyfriend tagging along.
The one who always carried your bags, held your wallet when you were busy, maybe sneaking it into his pocket because he’d much prefer you use his. The one who nodded thoughtfully whenever you asked, “This or this?”
But that day?
You were on the phone.
And that phone call was not going well.
He didn’t know the full story.
Something about your old college friends, some drama about a canceled trip, or someone inviting your ex to the same event—he didn’t care, really.
All he knew was that you were pissed, and trying very hard not to yell in public.
He saw it in the way your brows pinched together, the way your hand gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter, until you took a hard one-handed turn into the mall’s parking lot.
Sharp, controlled, dangerous.
Jungwon blinked as you slid your sunglasses on with one hand, voice sweet but dripping with venom.
“Oh, fuck you, James.” you laughed bitterly into the speaker.
“You always do this, and honestly? It’s pathetic. I’ll see you when I see you.”
You stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the heat-thick air.
Jungwon was quick to follow, locking the car behind him.
And that’s when it started.
Small things.
You were walking ahead, fast-paced and mean in your stride, and when he lagged a few steps behind looking at a text, you reached back and grabbed his wrist…
Not so gently.
“Keep up,” you muttered, linking your fingers with his tightly.
He swallowed, and something in him fluttered.
Inside the mall, you stayed grumpy.
Shiny floors, buzzing lights, the smell of fried food and perfume.
You weren’t speaking much, only stopping occasionally to finger through racks of dresses in your first store.
You spotted one—a silky red number. Tiny. Dangerous. And turned to him suddenly, gripping the front of his shirt to tug him closer.
“What do you think, Wonie? Trashy or sexy?”
His brain short-circuited.
“S-sexy,” he murmured.
“Perfect,” you said, tossing it over your arm and moving on like nothing happened.
His heart beat a little faster.
Then there was the Cinnabon incident.
A pit stop between stores.
You bit into yours with a vengeance, cinnamon smearing at the corner of your mouth, cheeks puffed with heat and sugar.
Jungwon’s cheek had cream on the side, which he didn’t notice—until you did.
“Hold still,” you muttered, gripping his chin suddenly, thumb swiping the icing from his cheek.
Then, without warning, you licked it off your finger.
His knees went weak.
You didn’t notice… or maybe you did, but you turned away and kept walking.
And then…the bags.
You made him carry everything, not that he minded.
Four stores, three bags each, hangers poking out, boxes digging into his forearms…
And for some reason, he held them all at the front of his body.
Not to keep them balanced…
But because he was hard.
Really hard.
His jeans did nothing to hide it, so he pressed the bags down low, trying to hide the evidence of what walking one step behind his sharp-tongued, moody, mini-skirted girlfriend did to him.
He watched you in line at Zara, rolling your eyes at the cashier when they denied your returns unjustly, your hand on your hip, lips pursed in that kiss-me-if-you-dare way
“Can I see your manager, hon? Thank.”
And something in him cracked…
He liked this.
He really liked this.
It was the way you moved when angry—like you owned the whole mall, the city, him.
The way your voice turned clipped, direct. The way you bossed him around like you expected him to obey.
Like you knew he would.
Which he did, every time.
With flushed cheeks, and a semi that never went away.
Later, back in the car, you waited for Jungwon to toss the bags into the trunk and leaned against the passenger door, huffing a little from the heat and chaos.
You looked at him now, head tilted.
“What?”
He blinked, eyes wide, “Nothing.”
“You’re red, Wonie. Your neck, your cheeks…-“
“I’m fine.”
“Sorry for my temper…”, you hum, pulling your shades off and popping your gum.
“I don’t mind it.”, he quickly shook his head with a quickness he was too ashamed to admit, squinting in the sun as the awkward silence landed then.
Because why on earth would he say that?
An amused smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth, your brows quirking up in surprise.
“Oh.”, you blinked.
His throat bobbed.
“So, does that mean you enjoy it?”, you were joking, but it was true… just not to your knowledge.
Yet.
“I—don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh… alright.” you cooed, reaching for him.
You let your hands slide slowly from his shoulders down his arms teasingly, then his waist, his hips… pulling him closer then by his belt.
Was it getting hotter outside?
He gasped out a sad excuse for laughter.
You stared, expectant.
“I do enjoy it.”, he caved.
You leaned in, breath cool with peppermint at you pecked his lips.
“I can tell. Don’t ever lie to me, Jungwon.”
He nearly whimpered, nearly.
And that?
That was the day he knew.
He wasn’t just in love with you.
He was completely, hopelessly, forever down bad… for your anger.
And maybe, just maybe…
He wanted to make you mad on purpose.
It never got easier after that fateful Sunday.
The fight wasn’t even that serious…
Not really.
It started the way most of your arguments did—casual, then tense, then boom.
Raised voices in a quiet apartment, distant thunder behind a closed window.
You were in one of Jungwon’s old t-shirts, sleeves rolled up and neckline stretched just enough to slip off your shoulder. You hair piled with an old clip, underwear and nothing else.
That sweet mix of cozy and careless.
He stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, jaw tight. He looked maddening in a fitted black tee and baggy gray joggers, chocolatey damp hair curling a little from his earlier shower.
Face calm, but eyes too sharp behind his thick rimmed glasses.
“I said I was going to see the guys this weekend,” he said, voice steady.
“You planned that on your own, but you only mentioned it to me,” you snapped, tossing your phone onto the couch. “That’s not the same.”
Jungwon sighed, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his face.
“It’s Jay’s birthday. I thought you knew that, (Y/n).”
You paced, because that’s what you did when your brain got loud.
“No, you assumed I knew. I already made plans with my colleague this Saturday for her birthday, and I told you I wouldn’t miss it…“
“You said you’d come.”, you added then, staring daggers into his soul.
“I didn’t think it was that important,” he muttered.
Wrong thing to say.
“Excuse me?” you turned, arms thrown wide. “So your friend’s birthday is important but my friend’s isn’t?”
He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair.
“Baby, that’s not at all what I meant.”
“You never say what you mean, Jungwon!” You groaned.
“Help me understand. You expect me to read your mind and follow along like a fucking robot?”
“That’s not fair,” he said, voice rising now too as he stepped closer to you.
“Don’t put words in my mouth.”
You didn’t back down either, meeting him halfway, your chests nearly pressing to one another.
“Then maybe open your mouth and use them properly”
You didn’t even realize how close you’d gotten, how your words had grown sharp enough to slice through the stillness of the apartment.
Your bare feet planted on the cool hardwood, your hands fisting at your sides like you were itching for something to punch.
Your chest was heaving, your lips curled, your eyes narrowed in that cat-like, dangerous way…
And that’s when you noticed it.
That look.
That look.
You paused, expression softening into that of realization.
Jungwon stood frozen in front of you, like a deer caught in headlights—except… not scared.
His cat-like eyes were blown wide, glassy, his cheeks tinged pink.
His lips parted just slightly, tongue peaking out to wet them, his breathing a little heavier than a second ago.
Your gaze dropped.
Oh.
Oh.
There it was…
The tent in his joggers.
“…Oh my Gosh.”, you scoffed in disbelief.
His eyes widened.
“I—wait—” he stepped back, hands raised like you’d just found his hidden stash of dirty magazines, before they shot down to then cover his groin.
“Oh my GOSH.” you said again, slower, one hand raising to cover your mouth as you stared, laughter bubbling up in your chest.
You blinked. “Are you—”
“No—well—yes—but it’s not like—”
You looked back up at him, mouth parted in disbelief.
“You’re turned on right now!?”
He winced.
“Not on purpose!”
You gaped.
“Jungwon, we’re fighting!”
“I know.”
“I’m mad at you.”, you cried.
“I know!”, he whined.
Your jaw dropped further. “You really do like when I get mad…”
“I—I didn’t say that,” he mumbled, cheeks burning.
“Oh, you didn’t have to.”, you back him up slowly, guiding him until he landed in a stool at the counter, curious, testing the waters.
“You’ve got a whole problem going on in your pants right now.”
His hands moved reflexively in front of him again, holding his waistband like that might fix anything.
“Stop looking, (Y/n). Please.”
“Oh, I am looking,” you grinned, eyes bright now with something entirely different.
“Oh my gosh… this is so interesting.”
“Please don’t make fun of me,” he whispered, letting you slot yourself between his thighs
Your face sobered slightly, head tilting.
Your arms hooked around his neck.
“I mean… I remember the mall, but you should’ve told me it was this bad, Wonie.”
He looked up at you helplessly. “It’s embarrassing.”
“No,” you murmured, hands sliding over his shoulders. “It’s actually kind of hot.”
He blinked. “Wait, really?”
“Mm-hm,” you hummed, leaning in until your lips pressed the warm flushed skin of his cheek.
“So, you like when I get bossy? Or is it when I raise my voice..? When I tell you what to do?”
He made a choked sound, nodding, his hands clutching your waist now, squeezing slightly.
“Gosh, you’re so weird,” you whispered.
His hips jolted.
You laughed.
“Jungwon!”
He groaned, head dropping to hide in the crook of your neck but you still caught his smile.
“I’m sorry!”
“And now it makes sense,” you went on, pressing yourself to him.
“Why you get extra handsy when I’m annoyed, why you always follow me around like a little puppy when I tell you to leave me alone…”
You kissed under his jaw, once. “You don’t want me to be soft, huh?”
He hummed. “Sometimes.”
“But you prefer it when I’m mean.”
His hands slid down to your thighs and hips, gripping tightly, pulling you closer. “Only when it’s you.”
You laughed, breathless now.
“Then… can you show me what you mean?”, you said sweetly, voice like syrup and sin.
“I wanna learn you a little more~”
His heart dropped like gravity had been waiting.
….
And later, when your voice was hoarse from scolding and he was panting against your thigh with the biggest fucking smile on his face, you had only one thought:
You were going to have way too much fun with this.
ex-bf riki x riki-hater gf. riki stops at literally nothing to get his ball back
!! - smau, crack, suggestive, fem reader, profanity, exes to lovers, riki is a model but also does bookclub (?), enemies to lovers if u squint, riki needs new pants, reader loves that block button.
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authors note: i enjoy loser riki a lot. ok thanks enjoy #yolo
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