Can I request Judexfemreader smut all positions all over the house all kinks. Anything plsss I’m ovulating and touch deprived 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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Welcome Home Baby - Jude Bellingham
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Warnings: Explicit smut | Consensual rough sex | Touch-starved/feral behaviour | Multiple sex scenes (couch, shower, bed) | Praise kink (heavy) | Slight choking (consensual hand on throat) | Heavy eye contact during deep penetration | Possessive dirty talk | Size kink (implied) | Creampie (multiple) | Descriptions of curvy/plus-size body (thick thighs, soft belly, full breasts) | Overstimulation | No prep | Slight possessiveness | Aftercare | All consensual.
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: I hope yall eat this tf up because I lowkey did.
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The front door clicks open at 9:17 p.m.
You’re halfway through a pint of ice cream on the couch in nothing but one of Jude’s old Madrid training shirts and a pair of black panties, thighs spread lazily while some mindless reality show drones in the background. You haven’t shaved in four days. Your hair is a mess. You’re horny enough to cry.
Then you hear his voice — low, tired, amused.
“Miss me, baby?”
Your head snaps up so fast you almost give yourself whiplash.
There he is.
Jude fucking Bellingham, your sexy ass man.
Six-foot-one of lean muscle and golden skin, still wearing travel sweats and a black hoodie, duffel bag dropped at his feet. His curls are a little longer, eyes soft with exhaustion but already darkening the second they land on you — on the way the shirt rides up your thick thighs, on the way your chest heaves under the thin fabric, on the way your lips part like you’ve just seen God.
You don’t think.
You pounce.
The ice cream hits the floor. The spoon clatters. You’re across the living room in three strides, launching yourself at him so hard he actually stumbles back against the door with a surprised laugh that dies the second your mouth crashes into his.
“Missed you,” you pant between kisses, hands already shoving his hoodie up. “Missed you so fucking much, Jude — weeks, it’s been weeks—”
“I know, I know,” he murmurs, but his hands are already on your ass, squeezing the soft, full curves like he’s trying to memorize them again. “Fuck, you feel good. Look at you—”
You don’t let him finish.
You bite his bottom lip, tug his hoodie off, and push him toward the couch. He lets you. Of course he does. He’s smirking against your mouth but his hands are greedy — sliding under the hem of his shirt on your body, palms dragging up the sides of your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your heavy breasts.
The back of his knees hit the couch and he drops down. You follow instantly, straddling him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. Your panties are already soaked. You can feel it. He can definitely feel it when you grind down against the growing bulge in his sweats.
“Baby—” he tries, voice rough.
“No talking,” you whine, yanking the shirt over your head. Your tits spill free, full and soft and bouncing with the movement. Jude’s eyes drop to them immediately, a low curse leaving him.
“Fuck, I missed these.”
You don’t give him time to worship. You’re too feral.
You shove his sweats down just enough to free his cock — thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. The sight of it after weeks apart makes your mouth water. You don’t even bother with foreplay. You hook your panties to the side and sink down on him in one smooth, greedy motion.
The stretch burns so good.
A broken moan rips from your throat. Jude’s head falls back against the couch, eyes squeezing shut for half a second before they snap open again — locking onto yours.
“Eyes on me,” he orders, voice suddenly deeper. One hand slides up your throat, not squeezing yet, just resting there. A reminder. “That’s it. Look at me while you take this dick, yeah?”
You nod frantically, lips parted, breath already ragged as you start moving. Rolling your hips in messy, desperate circles, riding him like you’ll die if you stop. The wet slap of skin fills the room immediately. Your tits bounce with every movement and Jude’s free hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, guiding you, helping you fuck yourself on him.
“Good girl,” he praises, voice wrecked. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Look how wet you are — all that for me?”
“Yes,” you whimper. “Only you. Missed you so much—”
“I know, baby. I know.” His thumb strokes the side of your neck. “You’re squeezing me so tight. This pussy missed me, huh?”
You moan louder, grinding down harder, taking him deeper. The eye contact is almost too much — his dark eyes boring into yours, watching every flicker of pleasure across your face. He looks like he wants to devour you.
His hand on your throat tightens — just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” you gasp. “You, Jude — fuck—”
“That’s right.” He thrusts up suddenly, meeting you halfway, and your eyes almost roll back. “Nobody else gets this. Nobody else gets to see you like this — all pretty and feral and creaming on my cock. You hear me?”
You nod, tears pricking your eyes from how deep he is, from how good it feels, from how much you missed him.
He loosens his grip on your throat and slides his hand down to slap your ass — hard. The sting blooms beautifully across your soft skin.
“Ride me properly then. Show me how bad you needed it.”
You do.
You brace your hands on his shoulders and fuck him like you’re trying to break him. The couch creaks underneath you. Your moans mix with his grunts. He keeps praising you the whole time — “That’s it, just like that… fuck, you’re so beautiful… look at those tits bounce for me… good girl, good fucking girl” — until you shatter.
Your orgasm hits you so hard your vision whites out. You cry out his name, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around him as you soak his lap. Jude doesn’t stop. He grips your hips with both hands and fucks you through it, deep and relentless, eyes never leaving yours.
Only when you start to slump does he slow down, pulling you down for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
But you’re not done.
Not even close.
You’re still clenching around him when you whisper against his lips, “Shower. Now.”
He laughs — low, dark, delighted — and stands up with you still impaled on his cock. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He carries you like you weigh nothing, mouth still on yours, cock still buried deep as he walks you both to the bathroom.
The shower is barely warm by the time he presses you against the tiles.
He fucks you there too — slower this time, deeper, one of your thick thighs hooked over his arm so he can watch every inch of him disappear inside you. Water cascades over both of you. Your curls are ruined. His are plastered to his forehead. Neither of you cares.
“Look at me,” he demands again, forehead pressed to yours. His hand comes back to your throat — light, possessive. “Eyes on me while I fuck you deep, baby. Want to see you fall apart again.”
You can’t look away even if you wanted to.
He praises you through the entire second orgasm — telling you how perfect you are, how tight, how wet, how no one else will ever make you feel like this. You come with his name on your tongue and his eyes locked on yours, his cock hitting that spot so perfectly you see stars.
He pulls out before he finishes, stroking himself once, twice, and painting your belly and tits with hot stripes of cum. The sight alone almost makes you come again.
You both wash up quickly after that — sort of. There’s a lot of touching, a lot of kissing, his hands soaping up every curve of your body like he’s rediscovering it.
But the second you’re out of the shower?
You don’t even dry off.
Jude throws you onto the bed while you’re both still dripping wet. The sheets soak instantly underneath you. He climbs over you, caging you in, water droplets falling from his curls onto your chest.
“One more,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Need to feel you one more time.”
You nod frantically, legs spreading for him immediately. He slides back inside you in one smooth thrust — so deep your back arches clean off the bed.
“Fuck, Jude—”
“I’ve got you.” He leans down, elbows braced on either side of your head so he can keep that heavy eye contact. “That’s it. Take all of me, such a good fucking girl.”
His hand finds your throat again — firmer this time, thumb pressing just under your jaw so your head tilts back slightly. Not cutting off air, just holding you there. Owning you.
You’re so wet from the shower and from two orgasms already that the sounds are obscene. Every deep stroke makes a filthy wet smack. Your tits jiggle with every thrust. Jude can’t stop looking at you — eyes flicking between your face, your bouncing chest, and where you’re stretched around him.
“Missed this pussy so much,” he groans. “Missed how she grips me. Missed how pretty you look when you cum. Give me one more, baby. Come on. Let me feel it.”
You’re already so close.
The praise, the eye contact, the way he’s fucking you so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach — it’s overwhelming.
His free hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles.
“What did I say baby? Eyes on me,” he reminds you when your lids flutter. “Don’t look away. Want to watch you fall apart while I’m inside you.”
You cum harder than you have all night.
Your whole body locks up, walls spasming around his cock so tightly he curses. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, eyes wide and locked on his the entire time. Jude fucks you through it, hips losing rhythm, praise spilling from his lips like a prayer.
“Fuck — that’s it, baby. So good. So perfect. My girl. My fucking girl—”
He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a broken moan, flooding you deep. You feel every pulse, every spurt, and it makes your orgasm drag on impossibly longer.
For a long moment the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the wet drip of shower water still sliding off your bodies onto the ruined sheets.
Jude collapses half on top of you, careful not to crush you, but close enough that you feel surrounded by him. His hand slides from your throat to cup your face. His thumb strokes your cheek.
“You okay?” he whispers.
You nod, dazed and blissed out, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. “Missed you.”
He chuckles softly and kisses you — slow, deep, reverent this time.
“Never leaving you that long again,” he promises against your mouth. “Not when you jump me like that. Fuck, I think I’m ruined.”
You laugh, the sound bright and happy, and pull him closer.
The sheets are soaked. Your bodies are sticky. Your thighs ache in the best way.
And you’ve never felt more loved — or more thoroughly fucked — in your life.
I would be SPREAD the fuck out for Woozi oh my god I’m so feral for him lately with his buzzed hair and big arms like Jesus Christ my pussy is ACHING.
Jihoon would be the type to fuck you from behind and pull you up against his chest, wrap his arm around your neck and say “Bite it, baby.”
He’d fuck you harder as you bite down on his bicep, moaning and drooling and tasting his skin. His other hand is sliding down the front of your body— groping everything he can. Your chest, your stomach, your hips. And the way his fingertips tickle you on the way down to your clit… lord have mercy. He’s the type to wish he was quiet during sex, as shy as he can be. But no. When he’s balls deep inside you like this, he’s a mess. Moaning, whimpering, gasping. And he always has something to say. Loves talking you through it.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He groans directly in your ear, “You’re ruining me too, baby. I can’t take it.”
Would struggle not to cum the second he gets inside. You just feel so perfect, molded deliciously to his shape. And with how skilled he is, knowing every little thing that makes you clench around his cock, he does it to himself. He knows it. But he can’t stop. He has the self control of a god. He puts you first. Gives you all the dick you want and more before he even thinks about stopping. Even if he cums. Taking big, deep breaths as he releases inside you— trying to hold it together— because he doesn’t slow down at all. He keeps fucking you like he’s not twitching like crazy from the overstimulation. The noises he makes are so good that you really lose yourself here. He gets quiet as he cums, biting on his lip to endure the painful pleasure… and then he’s moaning through clenched teeth, trying to get you off just one more time before pulling out. He’d end up cumming again, with you. And you’d both be spent.
YOUR TURN — 1. A phrase used in a gangbang to tell the next person waiting that it’s time for them to step in and get involved.
2. A slut’s opportunity—the moment when it is finally her chance to act, indulge, and surrender herself after others have already taken theirs. The phrase emphasizes delayed gratification, where the receiver eagerly awaits her turn to be used or to participate after hearing others go before her.
content tags/warnings: hyung line x reader, reader is horny and desperate, men are assholes, inspired by the show series euphoria. explicit content (smut): porn with no plot at all, gangbang, face fucking, facials, nipple play, fingering, oral fixation, unprotected sex, degrading language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling etc), double penetration, protected anal sex, slapping, hentai like expressions, handjob, overstimulation, tits fucking, squirting, lack of verbal consent in some scenes, choking, pain play, creampie, this is straight up porn but have a potential romance at the end. lmk if i missed something. WC: 17.2K
It wasn't like you were some kind of slut, right?
Who were you kidding? Any girl with a working pussy would drool if she stood close enough to those four men. Not just because of their looks, not just because of the sharp edges of their jawlines or the way their eyes seemed to strip people down without touching them, but because how they confidently carried themselves. Their scent. That mix of cologne and sweat that made your throat dry the second they passed by. It wasn't normal, not the way your body reacted. Not the way your thighs pressed together when you thought of them. But you kept telling yourself it was. It had to be.
Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong, Sim Jaeyun, and Park Sunghoon.
Four names that rang louder than any lecture in your university halls. Four names whispered in bathrooms, shouted across freedom walls, written down in anonymous confessions like some fucking campus legends. Everyone knew them. Everyone wanted them. And everyone, at least once, wondered what it would be like to be touched by them.
People pretended to sneer at their lives, at the rumors tied around them, but the truth always leaked through—envy, hunger, the kind of desperate need nobody wanted to admit out loud. Because deep down, every damn rumor about them only made them more untouchable, more godlike.
And then there was that one rumor. The one that tore through the university like wildfire.
The gangbang story.
The most scandalous, dirtiest thing anyone had ever whispered, and yet nobody could stop talking about it.
Nobody could prove it. Nobody knew if it was just a story made up by someone bored, but fuck, if it had been real... if it had been real, then you weren't sure what was worse. The fact that people called it disgusting or the fact that it made your whole body clench with jealousy.
How fucking scandalous. How fucking disgusting.
And how fucking pathetic that every time you thought about it, your chest got tight, your mouth went dry, and all you could think was: if that rumor had ever been true, if those four had ever taken a girl like that, then why the fuck wasn't it you?
"Someone caught Jake making out with a girl from Tourism!"
"Someone said Sunghoon's been fucking that sophomore from another building!"
"Have you heard that Jay is smoking at the back of the building while the TA sucks him off? Geez, what a lucky girl."
"And that cheerleader said Heeseung likes girls who can spread their legs wide!"
Your hands gripped your pen tighter, knuckles turning pale, jaw clenched as the chatter bled into your ears. Every fucking sentence was the same—different girls, different places, different dirty details—but the same four names, always the same four names. It was exhausting, it was maddening, and it was starting to chew holes into your focus.
"Stop it," you hissed finally, snapping your head up to face the group of girls clustered near the corner. "There are people here who are trying to study. Maybe try doing that instead of running your mouths about men and their sex lives. Do you have no shame?"
The table went quiet, their smirks twitching as they shared quick glances between themselves. One girl rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, but none of them pushed back. They just leaned back into their seats, whispering low but not low enough, as if they wanted you to hear every giggle, every stifled laugh.
You tried to turn back to your notes, but your pulse wouldn't settle. You're not annoyed that they were gossipping.
You were jealous.
Jealous that every rumor had someone else's name attached to it. Jealous that every filthy story, every detail, every moan that lived in their words belonged to another girl and not to you.
Fuck! It's unfair! It's so unfair! Why was it always someone else? Why did it have to be another girl they kissed, another girl they bent over, another girl who got to hear their voices from fucking?
You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to drown it out, trying to stay steady. But every word of theirs came back to the same thing. Their dicks. Their moans. Their fucking. And all it did was remind you that you hadn't had a single taste of any of it, not even once.
Fuck it. When was it supposed to be your turn?
You tried. God, you fucking tried. You started dragging yourself to every fraternity party you caught wind of, even ones you had no business going to, all in hopes of catching just one of their eyes. You would push through sweaty bodies and strobe lights, pretending to dance, pretending to laugh, only to learn that Jay had already gotten bored and left long before you even stepped in. The disappointment would choke you, but you still kept showing up.
Like some desperate puppy waiting for scraps.
You started waxing everything, every inch of your body, until your skin burned. You bought bottles of expensive perfume you couldn't even afford, ones that clung to your clothes and hair until it made you dizzy. You thought maybe, they liked girls who smelled clean, who looked like they had their shit together, but deep down you knew it didn't matter. Because how would they ever notice when you didn't even have the guts to open your mouth?
"Uh... do you know, like, how to talk to Heeseung?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual while your eyes betrayed you, glued to the tall figure across the library.
He was sliding books off a shelf, completely unaware of the way your whole body went tense, your throat dry, your palms slick with sweat. Even from a distance you swore you could smell him, that same maddening warmth that clung to him whenever he walked past.
Your friend blinked, eyebrows raised as though she couldn't believe the words had actually come out of your mouth. "About what? You know damn well he doesn't talk to girls in public. People only talk about how he fucks them hard and then disappears. No contact. Nothing. Ever." She scoffed, dismissing it with a wave of her hand, before her gaze sharpened on you. A smirk tugged at her lips and she let out a loud laugh that made your ears burn. "Wait. Don't tell me you're actually planning something. You think you're gonna get him to fuck you?"
Her laughter made your eye twitch. You felt her gaze scan over you, up and down, picking apart everything you were, everything you weren't. She reached over, patting your shoulder in a way that only made you feel smaller.
"It's okay to dream big," she said, lips curving into a cruel little smile, "but let me shatter that for you. He would never, okay? Hmm?"
Something in your chest snapped at her words. Anger rose, clinging to your ribs until you thought you'd choke on it. How fucking dare she? How dare she look at you like that, laugh at you like you weren't even worth a second glance? How high did she think of herself, how low did she think of you?
But you swallowed it, burying the sharpness down where no one could see. You curved your lips into a laugh that sounded almost real, almost lighthearted, even though your nails dug into your palm under the table. "Silly you," you said sweetly, tilting your head like it didn't sting, "I was just trying to interview him for sports journalism. Don't get too talkative about fucking, though. It sounds like you're reflecting your own frustrations."
You smiled brighter, watching her expression falter for just a second before she scoffed again and turned back to her notes.
You needed to think. You needed to dig deeper into yourself, to find a way, any way, because you refused to lose. You refused to accept being invisible.
Every single morning became a routine.
You would drag yourself out of bed before the sun even touched the sky, forcing your heavy eyes open as you stood in front of the mirror. You styled your hair until not a single strand was out of place, you layered makeup carefully until your reflection looked like someone worth noticing, and you scrubbed your skin until it stung, until it shone smooth under your fingertips. Your closet was picked apart daily, clothes scattered across your floor, until you found the outfit that made you feel like you could walk down the hall with your head high, like you were worth a second glance.
And every time, when the clock struck the hour you knew they would be walking down the hallway, you stood ready. Shoulders straight, steps measured, chest tight with nerves as you waited for them to pass. You tried to look effortless, confident, perfect. But it shattered you every single time when none of them looked your way. Their eyes stayed forward, their voices low between themselves, their expressions unchanged as if you were nothing more than air. Your hands would grow limp at your sides, your confidence bleeding out of you as you glanced behind your shoulder, mouth parted slightly, helplessly staring at their broad shoulders moving further and further away from you.
The frustration followed you. At night, you laid in bed with their faces behind your eyelids, your thighs pressed together until you couldn't stand it anymore.
You touched yourself with the thought of them, not just one but all four, surrounding you, using you, making you theirs in every filthy way you had imagined. You came undone to fantasies of their hands pulling your hair, their voices groaning against your ear, your body stretched thin for them, and the pleasure left you gasping, sweating, shaking in the dark. Yet as soon as it ended, as soon as your heartbeat slowed, you already hated yourself. Because no matter how hard you wanted it, morning would come again, and the cycle would repeat. You'd wake up early, fix yourself to perfection, pass them in the hallway, and watch them ignore you.
The days blurred into each other, but the whispers always found you. Another rumor spread like fire, another story about them with another girl, and it burned you alive from the inside.
You wanted to scream at how unfair it was, how humiliating it felt that you couldn't stop aching for something you might never get. Sometimes you almost laughed at yourself, at how pathetic you must have looked, stuck between jealousy and desperation, unable to let go.
"Wow, what perfume do you use? You smell so good!" Your classmate's voice cut through your thoughts one day, her hand brushing casually across your arm. "And your lotion too? Your skin feels amazing."
The touch startled you, and the question almost made you snap. "It's just Victoria's Secret," you hissed automatically, jerking your hand slightly to free yourself. But the moment you saw her surprised face, you realized what you had done, and quickly masked it with a sweet smile. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, forgive me? It's Velvet Petals. But I exfoliate with Dove first. That's probably why."
Her lips curved into a bright smile, her eyes scanning you with something almost admiring. "It's okay! You look really, really, really pretty, you know? And you're so sweet. I just hope you don't fall into the wrong hands."
The way she said it made your stomach twist. You knew exactly who she was talking about, and the mocking tone in her voice when she mentioned "wrong hands" made it worse. Those fuckboys. That's what they all called them, as if the four of them weren't the most wanted men on campus, as if everyone's mouths didn't water at the thought of being ruined by them.
You held your smile, but inside, the anger returned, pulsing hotter than before. They all thought they were above you. They all thought they could talk about them like that and laugh at you for wanting something they secretly wanted too. They were liars, hypocrites, hiding their hunger under judgment while you carried yours openly in your chest.
You pressed your lips together, leaning closer to her so your words came out soft, almost playful. "Maybe falling into the wrong hands isn't always such a bad thing."
Her eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering across her face as you sat back again, smiling politely like nothing had happened.
But in your head, the thought echoed, louder, heavier, filthier.
If those hands were theirs, you would fall gladly.
The party was dragging, the music pounding but lifeless, the people are drunk but boring. You wondered for the tenth time why you even bothered showing up.
The whole campus had been buzzing about this night, everyone whispering about how it would be wild because they would be here. But the most boring part of it all was exactly that—they weren't.
No sign of the four men everyone was expecting. And for that, you hated yourself a little. You hated that you had wasted another expensive outfit, another spritz of your favorite perfume, another hour in front of the mirror just to sit there and look pretty for nothing.
Your cheek rested lazily against your hand as you swirled the watered-down alcohol in your glass. Your eyes lingered on the girl across the room, perched on the couch, laughing with a group of guys who had crowded her like she was the crown jewel of the night. She looked so damn proud of herself, flipping her hair and soaking up their attention like it was worth something.
You almost felt bad for her—because those men? God, they were fucking ugly. The kind of guys who had nothing going for them except being loud and drunk enough to fill her space. And she was pretty, too pretty for the trash sitting beside her, too wasted to notice she could do better.
You sighed, your eyes dropping back down to your glass, watching the last pieces of ice melt into nothing. Maybe you should leave. Maybe you should give up, call it another wasted night, drag yourself back to bed where you could rot under the covers and imagine what it would feel like if the four men ever actually noticed you.
"Hi."
The single word pierced through the noise around you. Your breath caught, and you nearly threw your glass across the table. Your back went ramrod straight as you turned, your heart slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt. When your eyes landed on the figures behind you, everything inside of you went still before spiraling into chaos.
Jake. Sunghoon.
Two of them. Standing there. Talking. To you.
Your throat closed, your tongue heavy, your thoughts shattering into broken pieces as if the universe had finally played its sick joke on you. What the fuck was happening? Jake and Sunghoon—out of everyone in this crowded room—were standing in front of you, looking at you, waiting for you.
"H-Hi?" The word slipped out, so small, so shaky you almost cringed at yourself.
Jake's smile spread, his gaze running over you like he was unwrapping you with his eyes. He didn't hide the way he lingered on the pink silk dress clinging to your body or the way his eyes glinted when he caught the gems glittering delicately across your skin. The weight of his stare made your thighs press together without you even thinking about it.
"Where's your friends?" He shifted his hands casually into his pockets, flashing a smile. "I organized this party, you know. I almost felt bad seeing you sitting here alone."
You swallowed hard, the words tangling on your tongue. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, the one you had begged for, dreamed of, touched yourself over. And yet, your body betrayed you, trembling as you almost flinched under the weight of their presence.
"M-My friends a-are... uh... there." Your shaky hand lifted, pointing weakly toward the dance floor, and the second you did it you wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.
Sunghoon's low laugh broke the air. He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on you as if he could see straight through every flimsy layer of composure you were trying to hold together. "And they exclude you? What bad friends you have."
The closeness of him made your brain dissolve. His perfume, his cologne, the sharp tang of alcohol still lingering on his lips—God, you wanted to taste it, to drown in it. He didn't even touch you, but his nearness was enough to make your body tense, your lips parting before you realized it.
"Want to join us?" Sunghoon asked smoothly.
"W-Where?" you squeaked.
"Well, we can drink outside—" Sunghoon started, but Jake cut him off with a voice that left no room for argument.
"At Heeseung's private room." His tone was steady, certain, his stare locked on you, waiting for your reaction.
For a split second, Sunghoon's eyes widened at Jake's bluntness. You caught the quick glance he shot him, an unspoken message passing between them, before his smirk slid back into place. He didn't need to argue. He didn't need to say a thing. Because the moment the words "Heeseung's private room" left Jake's mouth, your body had already betrayed you.
Your lips trembled, your voice breaking into a whisper. "Yes."
And there it was—the one word that sealed everything.
Jake's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he tilted his head ever so slightly, studying you like you had just handed yourself over. Sunghoon's grin widened, his teeth flashing as he straightened up, amusement flickering in his gaze.
"Good girl," Jake murmured under his breath.
Your chest tightened, your breath caught, and every ounce of you screamed that this was it. The moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had dreamed of, the moment you could never come back from.
And you didn't fucking care.
The door creaked open and Heeseung froze at the threshold, his tall frame stiffening instantly as his eyes landed on the scene.
Jake had one hand tangled in your hair, his cock buried between your lips, his head thrown back as he groaned through clenched teeth. Sunghoon was draped across your back, his chest pressing heavily against you, his hand pinching and rolling your nipples mercilessly while his lips brushed your skin, leaving icy trails that made you shiver.
Your body was positioned like some offering—hands and knees spread like a cat, ass swaying slightly with every thrust of Jake's hips.
"Seriously?" Heeseung's voice was carrying irritation. He shut the door, though he didn't walk away.
The noise made you whimper, muffled around Jake's cock, the vibration of your moan sending shudders up his spine. Jake gritted his teeth and hissed through a laugh, thrusting harder until the blunt head of his dick slammed against the back of your throat. He held you there with one firm grip in your hair, pushing until your nose bumped against the hard plane of his stomach. Your eyes watered, your chest heaved, but the desperation inside you drowned out every thought of resistance.
It hadn't started like this. At first, it was only drinks, games, laughter and teasing, until Jake leaned forward and suggested body shots. You hadn't even hesitated; the heat of their attention had already melted through you, and Jake had almost laughed at how quickly you had fallen into their hands.
And now, here you were, drooling and choking on his cock while Sunghoon twisted your nipples until your whole body jerked with every pinch.
"Your favorite member is here," Jake taunted, his gaze dropping down to you, then flicking toward the figure standing silently by the door. His smirk widened as he forced another thrust into your mouth. "Bro, she's been asking where the fuck you were. You took so long, she already came in her panties just from Sunghoon teasing her tits."
Heat shot through your face as the humiliation wrapped around you. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks, staining the gems near your eyes, but none of it stopped you from flattening your tongue against the base of his cock, licking every inch you could reach while your throat spasmed around him. The shame twisted into a darker, sharper, more intoxicating feeling than you ever imagined.
This was it. This was the dream. The one you'd fucked yourself to in silence night after night, the one you had burned for. And now you were living it, choking, moaning, tears streaking your face, every filthy detail of it everything you had ever wanted.
You couldn't see Heeseung clearly from where you knelt, but you felt him. His gaze was heavy, dragging over you, making your pussy clench at nothing. You knew he was watching the way your lips stretched around Jake's cock, the way your chest heaved as Sunghoon tortured your nipples, the way you looked so fucked out and desperate already.
"The rumors about us are already spreading, and you have the guts to do this?" Heeseung's voice finally cut through with restrained anger. He stepped closer, his shoes quiet against the floor until his shadow stretched across you. You could feel his eyes on your crying, messy face, and it only made your cunt throb harder, soaking your panties.
Jake laughed through a groan, his hips grinding against your lips as his cock slid deeper. Sunghoon joined him with a low chuckle, his cold mouth pressing into your nape as his fingers tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders. The silk slipped easily, baring your chest fully to Heeseung's view, your nipples stiff and swollen as Sunghoon's thumb and finger rolled them until you moaned around Jake's length.
"Come on," Sunghoon murmured against your ear, his voice is taunting. "You know we always love sharing." His lips traced your skin as his hand pushed your dress lower, exposing more, leaving nothing for modesty.
Heeseung's jaw tensed, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't look away. His cock stirred against his pants, hardening slowly with every sound that left you, with every pathetic little whimper muffled by Jake's cock. He watched the tears streak down your face, the way your hand lifted shakily from the floor, reaching for him.
Your fingers trembled as they hovered against his thigh, then slid higher until they brushed over the hard bulge in his pants. Your eyes lifted toward him, glassy, half-lidded, drowning in tears and lust, staring directly into his.
Heeseung exhaled sharply, his composure cracking.
And when your palm pressed firmer against him, stroking lightly through the fabric, his cock throbbed in response.
Your back arched off when Heeseung's hands moved to his belt. The sight alone was enough to make your chest tighten and your pussy throb, your body reacting with a hunger you couldn't disguise. Sunghoon caught it immediately, his laugh was low against your ear, mocking the way you looked so desperate without shame. He shifted off you, giving Heeseung room.
"Does Jay know about this?" Heeseung asked, his eyes shifting toward Jake and Sunghoon as if demanding an explanation even while his hands were already pulling at his clothes.
Jake's grin widened, still slick with your spit as he slid his cock from your mouth. "It's a surprise," he answered simply, as if that explained everything. His hand squeezed the back of your neck one last time before releasing you, and your body slumped against the mattress, chest heaving, throat raw. But before you could even recover, Heeseung's hands pressed against you, guiding your body flat onto your back, his touch so commanding you followed without question.
The world tilted when the fabric of your dress slipped from your shoulders, your body fully bared under their stares. Sunghoon leaned close again, his nose brushing your cheek as his voice dipped. "Look at those pretty eyes." His words curled into your skin, and you whimpered before turning toward him, your lips crashing into his. The kiss was messy, desperate, your mouth opening wide for him, your tongue tangling with his like you could pull the heat out of him and swallow it whole.
Jake's fingers hooked your panties and dragged them down your legs, his eyes glued to the slick mess between your thighs. The moment he saw your pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing, a growl broke from his throat.
Heeseung's response was just as guttural, his eyes narrowing as he dropped down onto his knees beside Jake, their shoulders brushing as if they were competing for the same prize. Without hesitation, they lifted your legs, spreading you shamelessly open, one of your thighs resting on each of their broad shoulders.
Sunghoon didn't let you breathe. His mouth consumed yours, his tongue pressing harder, his teeth tugging your bottom lip as his hand cradled your jaw, keeping you locked against him. You barely managed a moan into his mouth when the first hot lick dragged across your clit, the sudden sensation shooting up your spine that you tore yourself away from Sunghoon's kiss. Your eyes flew down, wide and dazed, only to meet Heeseung's sharp gaze staring up at you while his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking with deliberate, teasing pulls.
Your mouth fell open, your chest rising and falling rapidly, but you didn't dare blink. You couldn't miss the sight of his face buried between your legs, his tongue flattening against your sensitive bud and flicking so slowly it bordered on torture. Your thighs shook, trying to close, but his grip on your hips was unyielding.
"Hey," Sunghoon muttered, his fingers squeezing your chin until your eyes snapped back to him. His gaze was dark, narrowed, a flicker of jealousy twisting in it. "I was the one who found you. Give me some attention."
Your whimpers came small, but you still obeyed, your hand trembling as he guided it down between his legs. The hard ridge of his cock was burning against the fabric of his pants. The moment your palm pressed against him, your body shivered from the weight of him.
They were massive. You had heard the whispers from other girls, but no rumor had prepared you for the truth. Your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently through the fabric, and Sunghoon's lips parted, his breath catching as his hips rocked into your touch.
"Fuck," he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as if your touch alone was enough to push him toward the edge.
And then Jake bit down on your inner thigh, hard enough to make you cry out, his tongue following the sting with a wet, sucking kiss that left your skin marked. Heeseung's lips abandoned your clit, only to press lower, his tongue flattening against your dripping entrance before slurping noisily at the wetness pooling there. The sound was obscene, messy, and you moaned louder than you ever had, the combination of Jake's teeth marking your thighs and Heeseung's mouth devouring you unraveling every last thread of composure you had.
"Shh." Sunghoon's voice was ragged as his hand pressed against your jaw again, his hips grinding into your palm while his other hand fumbled with his belt. His pants dropped down his thighs, and when he freed himself, your eyes widened, your mouth watering instantly at the sight. His cock was flushed and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum, so thick it almost made your stomach flutter with fear.
Your legs were trembling uncontrollably, but you couldn't close them, not when Jake and Heeseung had you pinned wide open, their mouths swapping positions greedily between your clit and your entrance.
Jake was hungrier, reckless with the way his tongue plunged into you, his lips sucking against your folds so loudly it drowned out even the bass from the music downstairs. You could feel him moan against you, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, his whole face buried as if he wanted to drown in your pussy.
"Say ah," Sunghoon knelt in front of you, his cock gripped tightly in his hand. You obeyed instantly, your lips falling open, your eyes wide and locked on his face.
The expression he wore was enough to make your stomach twist—his brows drawn tight, his lips parted as if he were biting back a curse, his gaze focused entirely on your mouth as though nothing else in the world existed.
"So eager," he whispered hoarsely, his cock brushing against your lips as pre-cum smeared across them. "Fuck."
Heeseung rose slowly from between your thighs, his lips and chin slick with your wetness, his chest lifting heavily with each breath. His gaze drifted down over your trembling body, then to Sunghoon's cock hovering dangerously close to your lips, before his large hands moved to your chest. The weight of his touch was deliberate, kneading the softness of your breasts, his thumbs dragging over your nipples until they tightened again under his attention.
The combination was unbearable, your body jerking at every angle, twitching against their hands and mouths as if you no longer had control over it. Sunghoon's sudden pace had your cheeks hollowing, his cock stretching your lips as he thrust with low, restrained groans.
At the same time, Heeseung's fingers twisted your nipples mercilessly, sharp flicks that sent heat rushing to your core, and Jake's tongue was buried inside you, fucking your entrance with wet, eager strokes. Each movement pulled you in a different direction, your body caught in the middle of all three of them until you felt yourself unraveling at the seams.
Your head was spinning, dizzy from the sensation. The world tilted and blurred, your muffled moans spilling out against Sunghoon's cock, your tears streaking down your cheeks. It was overwhelming, but in the best way, better than anything you had ever experienced, better than every fumbling encounter that left you aching and unsatisfied.
This was hunger given form, this was desire being fed by three men who knew exactly how to break you. Every flick of Heeseung's fingers, every thrust of Jake's tongue, every push of Sunghoon's cock made your stomach coil tighter and tighter, until the knot inside you threatened to snap.
And then it did.
You came so hard it tore a strangled cry out of your throat, your body convulsing with the force of it. The orgasm crashed into you violently, your back arching off the bed, your legs trembling as Jake's hands clamped down on your thighs to keep you open.
You almost bit down on Sunghoon from the shock of it, your mouth clenching, your throat spasming, and he pulled back with a sharp hiss, his hand replacing himself on your lips to keep you from choking. But Jake didn't stop; he didn't even pause. His tongue twisted deep inside you, lapping greedily at everything you gave him, his head moving side to side as if he wanted to drink you dry. He held you down through every wave, prolonging the orgasm until you thought your body might tear apart from how hard you were shaking.
"Fuck, ah—fuck, shit," Sunghoon cursed above you, his voice breaking into a groan. His grip tightened on your jaw as his release hit suddenly, hot ropes of cum splattering across your face in quick, forceful bursts. Some streaked down your lips, some across your cheeks, and one stray spurt landed in your eye, stinging faintly but drowned out by the overwhelming tide of pleasure still wrecking your body.
You barely processed it, too lost in the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasm and the relentless flicks of Heeseung's thumbs still torturing your nipples. The sensation was too much, every nerve in your body stretched taut as Jake's mouth sealed back over your clit, his tongue circling lazily as he wanted to drag every last drop of climax from you.
Your sobs broke into gasps, your chest rising sharply, your face sticky with Sunghoon's cum, your throat raw from the moans you couldn't stop. And still, Heeseung's eyes stayed locked on you, darkly watching you writhe.
"I need to fuck her already," Heeseung finally muttered, already standing.
Jake stopped what he was doing and glared at him, his jaw clenched. "Who the fuck said you were gonna be first? I was the one who talked to her. I was the one who had her on her knees until now." His hands went to his shirt, ripping it over his head before shoving his pants down impatiently, his irritation burning through every motion.
Sunghoon sighed, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded as he grabbed your shaky hand and wrapped it around his cock. "You two are always fighting about this shit," he muttered, ignoring the tension and letting you stroke him, his hips lifting slightly into your fist. His lashes fluttered shut as a low groan escaped him. "Fuck, that's it. Don't stop, baby. Just keep going. That's all I need."
"Fuck off," Heeseung snapped as he took a step closer. "You've both had enough time playing with her. I've been waiting, and I'm not standing here any longer."
Your eyes darted between them, your chest rising in short, desperate pulls of breath, before landing on Sunghoon again. He was still focused only on you, his hand over yours, guiding you up and down his thick cock. "Feels so fucking good," he groaned, his voice breaking, his neck exposed as his head fell back.
"That's why I get to be the first to fuck her," Jake shot back, standing tall now, his cock hard and throbbing against his stomach. His smirk was sharp, challenging. "You were late. I've been making her drip for me."
Sunghoon leaned closer to you, his breath hot against your ear, his lips brushing the corner of your jaw. "Ignore them, baby. Just focus on me." His other hand slid around your waist, tugging you closer until his lips pressed firmly against your neck. He kissed you hard, then nipped at your skin, his teeth dragging up to your jaw before biting again. You gasped at the sting, your hand stroking him faster, your wrist straining with the effort.
"Such a good girl," he moaned, his lips vibrating against your throat. His fingers slipped down your belly until they found your soaked pussy again, circling lazily around your entrance. The teasing pressure made you jolt, your moans tumbling out helplessly as he finally pushed one finger inside. Your walls clenched instantly, wrapping tight around him, and his sharp groan against your ear told you exactly how much he liked it. "So tight," he whispered, almost to himself, before sinking another finger inside.
"Sunghoon—" your voice broke, whimpering, the heat spreading too fast through your core as his hand worked inside you.
"Keep those pretty legs open for me, baby," he murmured, his lips dragging down to your shoulder, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. "Need to stretch this pussy for all of us. You want that, don't you? Want to take us all?"
Your only answer was a frantic nod, your lips trembling as your hand gripped his cock tighter, pumping him faster even as your own body shuddered from his fingers curling deep inside.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself too much, Sunghoon," Jake hissed, stepping forward. His hand shot out, pulling you roughly away from Sunghoon's grip.
You whined at the sudden loss, your body immediately protesting the absence of his fingers inside you.
"Shhh, darling," Jake cooed mockingly, wiping at your cum-stained face with his thumb before pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, tasting, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before pulling back with a smirk. "Me and Heeseung will make you feel so fucking good. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes," you whimpered without hesitation, nodding quickly, your desperation spilling through. You turned on your hands and knees before they could even tell you, body moving on instantly because you knew. You'd heard the whispers. You knew this was how Jake liked to fuck—rough, from behind, with no mercy. "Please."
Jake's laugh was low, almost breathless as he stared at your ass. "Fuck, you don't even need to be told. So hot like this." His palm cracked against your cheek, the sting making you moan as he spread you open with his hands.
Your eyes flicked up, catching Sunghoon again—he was watching with his lip caught between his teeth, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking lazily as his gaze devoured you.
And then your eyes trailed higher, locking with Heeseung, who was standing in front of you, holding the base of his thick cock as if offering it to you. You opened your mouth instantly, ready to take him, but instead he grabbed your chin, tilting your head until you were forced to look up at him.
You sucked in a sharp breath when Jake's tip pressed against your soaked pussy, your entire body stiffening at the stretch before he even entered. His grip on your waist was bruising, anchoring you in place.
"Shit," Jake groaned under his breath, his voice breaking into a growl as he pushed in deeper. "How long has it been since you've been fucked like this? You're tight as fuck."
Your whimpers filled the air, your eyes locked on Heeseung's as he squished your cheeks between his large hand.
"Talk," Heeseung demanded, his eyes burning down into you. "Don't just sit there like a pretty little toy. Tell us what you want. Say it."
The moment he said it, Jake shoved his cock all the way inside you, the sudden fullness making your head drop forward with a cry.
"Moan louder. Scream our names. Tell us what to do to you," Heeseung ordered, pushing you to the edge as Jake's thrusts started to slam into you from behind.
"I—" you stammered through gasps, your body buckling under the rhythm. "I've been dreaming of this since first year." The confession tumbled out without filter, every word dripping with desperation.
Your honesty ripped a sound from both Jake and Sunghoon, low groans that mixed with the slick sound of your body being fucked. Heeseung's gaze hardened, his nostrils flaring as his jaw clenched. Jake's thrusts grew harsher, his hips snapping against you with punishing speed.
"W-want all of you to use me—fuck me, please!" you squealed, your voice cracking as Jake's cock found that spot inside you and hit it mercilessly.
Jake's laugh was cruel, his words spilling out between moans. "Yeah? That's why you gave in so fucking easy? Thought we'd have to drag it out of you, but you just spread those legs like the slut you are." His hand clamped down on your arms, dragging you back onto his cock as he fucked you harder, each thrust shaking your body forward.
Tears pooled again in your eyes as you shook your head weakly, your voice breaking between cries. "N-not a slut! D-don't call me that—ah, f-fuck! Jake!"
But he only thrust faster, slamming into you, groaning at how you clenched so tightly around him the harder he degraded you.
"Yeah?" Jake's voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Then why the fuck are you here like this? Why are you dripping on me if you're not exactly what I called you?" His thrusts grew erratic, pounding straight into the softest spot inside you, making your knees tremble, making your nails dig into the sheets until your knuckles turned white.
You couldn't even answer him at first, because the way he was fucking you made your thoughts scatter, your mouth falling open as broken sounds spilled out. But then Heeseung was on you again, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"Come on," Heeseung murmured. His thumb brushed over your trembling bottom lip before tightening his grip on your hair, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Ignore him. Tell us what you need. Use that pretty voice."
Your chest heaved, your lashes fluttering, every nerve in your body screaming for more. "Want you—" your voice cracked, "want you all to fill m-my pussy up." The words came out broken, but loud enough for all of them to hear. Your body arched as another wave of Jake's thrusts sent shocks of heat through you, and you sobbed through your moan. "G-give me your biggest load, make me your toy for tonight—ahhh!"
Your scream broke off when Jake's hand slipped down, his fingers pinching your clit hard before slapping it over and over, sharp little bursts of pain crashing into the overwhelming pleasure. The mix had your eyes rolling back into your skull, your mouth falling open as drool slipped from the corner of your lips.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" you squealed, your voice hoarse, your body jerking helplessly as the coil in your stomach twisted tight, tighter than before. Your thighs shook violently, your legs threatening to give out beneath you if it weren't for Jake's grip anchoring you in place. Every nerve screamed release, but he didn't stop, his cock drilling into you, his fingers punishing your clit until you were certain you'd break.
"Where do you want it?" Jake grunted against your neck, his thrusts almost brutal now, each one stealing the air from your lungs. "Where do you want me to cum, huh? Say it."
Heeseung tugged your hair harder, forcing your eyes to meet his again, his dark gaze pinning you as if daring you to answer wrong. Sunghoon's low groans filled the room behind them, the sound of his fist gliding over his cock only making the moment heavier.
Your lips trembled as you tried to form the words, every part of you shaking, drowning in pleasure, drowning in them.
"Anywhere," you gasped. "In my mouth, in my face, in my body, in my pussy—just fucking cum anywhere in me!"
"Fuck!" Jake groaned. His palm came down on your clit with a sharp slap that had your legs trembling so violently, your pussy clenching down on him with merciless tightness. The shock sent your body into another wave, your scream cutting through the air as you came hard around his cock, your walls fluttering, soaking him with everything you had.
The way you pulsed around him dragged him over the edge, his hips snapping forward with reckless speed until his cock throbbed and spilled, his hot cum spilling deep inside you in thick spurts that made your stomach twist with satisfaction. The moment you felt him paint your walls, you let out a long, broken moan, almost sobbing at how good it felt, how badly you'd needed it.
Heeseung finally let go of your hair, stepping back just far enough to watch you crumble under Jake. His eyes were locked on the mess between your legs, on the sight of Jake's cock still buried in you while his cum leaked out in slow, obscene drips.
His hand slid down his abdomen until he was stroking himself openly, his jaw tight, his breathing heavy. The look in his eyes told you he was seconds away from joining, and that thought made your clit twitch with aftershocks.
Sunghoon's chest rose and fell sharply as he leaned back, still stroking his cock at a steady rhythm, his gaze locked on you. His lips parted, his breathing uneven.
Jake's body eventually stilled, his forehead damp with sweat, his chest heaving with each breath as he looked down at your trembling frame. He pulled back slowly, letting his cock slide free from your swollen pussy. The moment he did, his cum began to spill out in a steady stream, dripping down your thighs and pooling between them.
He had never finished that hard before—he knew it, and from the stunned silence, so did the others. Even Heeseung's brows had furrowed at the sight, as if he couldn't believe how much you were leaking.
Your eyes fluttered half-lidded, your lashes wet with tears and sweat, your breaths shallow and uneven. Your body was heavy, limp from the storm that had wracked you, but somewhere deep inside, you found the strength to move your fingers, twitching weakly against the sheets. You weren't done. You couldn't be. You wanted more—you needed more. Your body begged for it, trembling but eager, your pussy clenching around nothing as if calling for another cock to fill you.
You forced your eyes open again, vision blurred with sweat and tears. And then—
"You're into this shit again?"
That voice. Deep, familiar voice, it cut through everything—the ringing in your ears, the haze in your mind, the pounding of your own heart.
Your pussy clenched instantly, as if your body recognized him before your brain could, a sharp rush of need flooding through you at just the sound.
"Took you long enough, Jay," Sunghoon muttered with a crooked smile, though his hand didn't stop stroking himself.
Jake looked up too, his chest still heaving, his hand dragging across his sweaty forehead, annoyance flickering across his features. Heeseung paused mid-stroke, his gaze narrowing, his jaw flexing as his attention shifted from you to the man at the door.
And you—your throat went dry, your lips parted, your heart slamming painfully against your ribs. Jay was here. Finally!
A soft, broken whine left your lips as your body shifted toward him. Jay's eyes sharpened, his expression was unreadable as he stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him. His gaze swept over the room, over Jake still breathless, Sunghoon stroking himself lazily, Heeseung looming above you, and finally, it landed on you—sweaty, trembling, your face flushed and messy, your eyes wide and glassy as they reached for him.
He didn't move immediately. He just stood there, silent, his jaw tight, demanding the others explain without him saying a word.
But Heeseung didn't give him the chance. He gripped your legs firmly, dragging you down the bed until you were flush beneath him, your body spread and waiting. Jay's eyes narrowed as he caught the sight of your hand twitching toward him, so close yet so far, the longing in your movement almost pathetic in its honesty.
Before you could call out, Heeseung pinned your arms above your head, his fingers curling around your wrists with unrelenting strength. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his voice low and taunting. "No more waiting. I've already held back long enough."
And then without warning, he pushed his cock all the way into you in one brutal thrust.
Your scream ripped through the air, your body arching violently as he bottomed out, stretching you so suddenly you could hardly think. The slick of Jake's cum inside you made it easier, made it wetter, but it didn't stop the sharp, overwhelming sting of being filled again so completely, so roughly.
"Fuck—yes," Heeseung groaned, his forehead pressing briefly to your temple as he steadied himself, though his hips didn't slow. "Need to bury my dick inside this pussy before anyone else tries to stop me. If I wait another second, I'll lose my goddamn mind."
He began to pound into you without mercy, each thrust shaking your body, pushing you deeper into the mattress. The sound of it mixed with his growls and your cries until it was all one desperate rhythm. His pace was punishing, desperate, as if he needed to erase the traces Jake left behind, like he needed to make sure you remembered him the most.
Your eyes flickered open through the haze, and there's Jay.
He was still standing where he'd closed the door, but now his chest rose heavily. He was watching you, not Heeseung, not Jake or Sunghoon, but you—his gaze locked on your face, on the way your lips trembled around moans, on the way your eyes begged for him even while another man fucked you senseless.
The sight of him like that—stoic, his stare pinning you harder than Heeseung's grip ever could—made your walls spasm tight around Heeseung's cock. You couldn't move forward, couldn't reach Jay the way you wanted, Heeseung's weight pinning you down just as Jake had before. It was maddening, being fucked this hard while Jay stood so close yet untouchable.
"Look at you," Heeseung groaned, his pace ruthless, his cock battering your soaked cunt. "You're dripping, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. You love it—you fucking love it."
And he wasn't wrong.
Your mind was spiraling, torn between the brutal pleasure flooding your body and the heat of Jay's eyes locked on you.
Heeseung's hand slid up the side of your face, his fingers pressing into your cheek as he tilted your head toward him. The moment your lips brushed against his, you melted, kissing him back feverishly, moaning into his mouth as he swallowed every sound. His thrusts didn't falter, his cock dragging mercilessly against that spot inside you that had you unraveling so quickly, another orgasm barreling through your overstimulated body before you could even brace yourself. Your legs shook violently, your cries muffled by his mouth as you shattered around him again.
Jake, still hard and needy, didn't wait any longer. He stepped closer, ignoring Jay's looming silence, his cock already heavy and dripping. Sunghoon followed, stroking himself lazily, his smirk curling as he looked down at your messy face and trembling body. Heeseung adjusted his body and hold, his hand locking tightly around your waist as he slowed just enough to grind into you deliberately, rolling his hips in a way that pressed cruelly against your swollen clit and that spongy spot inside, teasing you, forcing more whimpers from your lips even as your body tried to recover.
When Jake and Sunghoon moved to either side of your head, you reacted instantly. Both your hands reached out to wrap around them, your fingers straining around their girth. A muffled moan escaped you, your eyes fluttering, as Sunghoon leaned lower, his hand sliding to your breast, kneading it roughly.
The sensation made you gasp, your lips parting, and Jake took the opportunity to rub his cock against your tongue. You sighed in bliss, your throat vibrating as you licked the tip, your saliva mixing with the sticky fluid still clinging to him from earlier. You sucked eagerly, slurping him down before switching, letting Sunghoon feel your tongue glide along the underside of his length, licking from his base to his leaking tip. All the while, Heeseung's thrusts grew sharper, pounding harder, each one jarring your body as he lost the battle with his own restraint.
"Fuck, you really wanted this, huh?" Sunghoon groaned, watching your lips wrap around him before sliding free. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you lower, feeding himself into your mouth as his hips rolled slowly, deliberately. "Moaning with three cocks on you, and enjoying every second of it."
Your eyes watered as you let him push deeper, your throat tightening, but the messy desperation in your moans proved his words right. You pulled off with a wet gasp, kissing the head of his cock, smearing saliva across it before whispering against him.
"Love your cock... so much," you breathed, your lips brushing the tip, your eyes flicking immediately past him—toward Jay. That gnawing ache inside you swelled, and before you could stop yourself, your whine tumbled out. "Is Jay not gonna join?"
The room stilled at your words.
Jake chuckled dryly, tugging your wrist tighter around his shaft before thrusting into your hand with rough, impatient strokes. "You've got three cocks already and still not enough for you?" His voice dropped lower, his pace quickening as he fucked into your fist. "Can't even handle us together, but you're begging for more. God, you're insatiable."
Heeseung growled low in his throat, his thrusts growing faster, harsher, punishing you for even speaking Jay's name. Sunghoon hissed through his teeth as your grip on him tightened, his thumb brushing your spit-slicked lips.
"S-sorry!" you squeaked, your back arching violently as the three of them claimed every inch of your body with greedy, unrelenting hands. The sensations collided into each other, overwhelming, making it impossible to tell where one touch ended and another began.
Your skin burned under their palms, every squeeze, every slap, every tug forcing your body to twitch and your chest to heave with broken sobs of pleasure.
"Focus on us, you fucking bitch," Heeseung growled, dangerous enough to make your cunt clench so tight around him that his hips stuttered. He cursed, gripping your waist harder, his cock slamming into you with renewed force, each thrust demanding your full attention, demanding that you forget everything but him, but them.
Your eyes rolled back, your lips trembling, but you couldn't stop glancing toward Jay, couldn't stop feeling that magnetic pull toward his stare.
Jake grunted, his hand tangling roughly in your hair, yanking your head toward him as his cock brushed against your lips again. "Ignore him. You hear me? He's not the one inside you right now—we are. So open your fucking mouth and focus," his cockhead smearing across your tongue before pushing in, forcing your throat to stretch around him again. The taste of him mixed with the mess already dripping down your chin, and you moaned around his length, gagging slightly when he pushed deeper, his hips jerking at the sound.
Sunghoon, never content to let the others take more than him, pressed closer, his fingers pinching your nipple until you whined. "That's right. You're ours tonight, baby. All ours."
His hand slid lower, spreading you wider for Heeseung's relentless thrusts, his fingers brushing your clit in circles that made you sob.
Your words came out slurred. "Y-yours! All yours! F-fuck—I can't—ahh, I can't take it—"
Heeseung cut you off with a growl, thrusting deeper, harder, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each movement. "Yes, you can, slut. You'll take everything I give you." Your walls clenched even tighter around him, milking his cock.
"I'm not a fucking slut!" The protest tore from your throat just as another orgasm ripped through you, your body spasming violently.
Your legs tried to slam shut against the unbearable pleasure, but Jake and Sunghoon caught them instantly, spreading you wider, keeping you open, holding you there as Heeseung continued pounding into you mercilessly. Your moan stretched high, long, broken in its desperation as tears streamed down your face.
Heeseung pulled out abruptly, your cunt fluttering around nothing, before plunging three of his fingers inside you. The sudden stretch made your entire body jolt upward, your scream breaking into sobs as he fucked his fingers into you with a brutal pace. His palm pressed hard against your clit with every thrust, his thumb flicking over the swollen bud, making your vision blur and your mind scatter.
Your body shook violently, your head thrashing from side to side, your voice rising in hysterical sobs that filled the room. "Stop! S-stop! I'm gonna—I'm go-going to pee! Stop, wait! Please, wait—!"
Your arms tried to push them off, tried to squirm free, but Jake and Sunghoon pinned you tighter, one hand on each wrist, one grip on each thigh, keeping you spread open for Heeseung's relentless assault.
Heeseung's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he kept driving into your pussy with his fingers, your slick coating his hand, dripping down his wrist, the sound of it loud and wet. His cock twitched angrily in his other hand as he stroked himself in slow pulls, groaning low in his chest. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't fight it. Let it out for us. Show us how much you need us."
Jake leaned closer, his lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the mess between your thighs. The obscene squelching filled his ears, making his cock ache again. "Fuck—listen to her pussy. She's about to—" His words cut off with a groan as his own hips rutted helplessly into the air.
Your high-pitched scream tore through the room as the dam inside you finally snapped.
A gush of hot liquid burst from your pussy, splattering over your stomach, your thighs, the sheets beneath you, drenching Heeseung's hand and face as he ducked lower, moaning against the spray. The force of it made your ears ring, your vision blur, your body convulse helplessly.
It was humiliating, overwhelming, devastatingly good. You sobbed openly, your face slick with tears and spit, Sunghoon's cum already drying against your skin, and now your own release coating everything around you. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your legs twitching and kicking weakly until Jake and Sunghoon finally let them fall open to the side.
You curled inward, your arms wrapping protectively over your chest, your body folding small as though you could hide. But the sheets were soaked beneath you, the air heavy with the scent of sex, the room echoing with your broken cries.
"So good," Heeseung's lips parted against your soaked skin and licked at the mess you left on his face. His eyes fluttered shut, his strokes on his cock tightening, his hand gliding through the mixture of your slick and squirt.
"Get the fuck to the side. I'm going to taste it." Jake's hand already twitched toward you, greedy and impatient.
Sunghoon's laugh came rough and breathless, his chest rising and falling as he lazily stroked himself, his eyes locked on the wet ruin between your thighs. "Bro, shut the fuck up. You already had your turn. It's my turn now."
Sunghoon leaned forward, dragging his tongue over your cheek, licking at the tears that stained your skin before pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"Step aside. I'm not done yet." Heeseung shoved Sunghoon out of his way, his hand already on your thigh, forcing your legs apart with a strength that made your body jolt.
"W-wait—" your voice broke, a weak sniffle escaping as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving rapidly, overstimulation already threatening to unravel you further.
The stretch of your thighs, the way Heeseung's fingers pressed into your skin, it all made you flinch with both anticipation and fear. You weren't sure if you could take more, but your body betrayed you, your cunt twitching at the thought of him filling you again.
"Dude, no fun," Sunghoon muttered, irritation coloring his tone as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, still tasting you there. His cock twitched in his fist, but he leaned back with a scowl.
"Three of you step back. You can't even take care of her." Jay's voice cut through the air, commanding, silencing all of them in an instant.
Your head turned instinctively toward him. The sound of his voice sent a violent shiver down your spine, your pussy clenching around nothing as though it had been waiting only for him. Your chest hitched, your lips parting on a desperate little whimper that you couldn't hold back. "J-Jay..."
Jake scoffed from the other side of the bed, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but the flash of annoyance in his expression didn't hide the way his chest rose faster, as if even he knew Jay's presence shifted everything. "She's fine. Don't act like you're the savior now."
Jay's gaze flicked toward him, before returning to you. He moved closer until he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at your trembling body. "She's more than fine. She's a mess. Look at her." His jaw tightened as his eyes roamed over you—your soaked thighs, your trembling legs, your chest that still rose and fell unevenly. His voice softened. "She's mine to take care of."
Heeseung growled low in his throat, clearly unwilling to back off, his body still hovering over you. "We've already broken her in. Don't come here acting like you own her now." His fingers dug into your thigh harder, spreading you wider as if to make his point.
Jay's expression didn't shift, though his eyes burned darker. "Then move. Or I'll make you."
You breathe heavily, looking at the both of them. And you—your body trembled violently, torn apart by the clash of their voices, but deep down you knew what you wanted. Your lips quivered, the words slipping out before you could stop yourself. "I... I want Jay..."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Heeseung froze above you, his eyes narrowing dangerously, while Jake let out a low laugh, though the jealousy in it was sharp. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, biting his lip as though amused but also curious to see what Jay would do.
Jay leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush your messy hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle after all the roughness you'd endured. His thumb stroked over your damp cheek, wiping at the dried tears. His gaze softened as he looked at you.
"Here I thought I was your favorite," Heeseung muttered, finally releasing the tight grip he had on your leg. Beneath the teasing, a mix of bitterness and disappointment that made your chest ache even in your haze.
Jake snorted, throwing a smirk in Heeseung's direction. "Don't flatter yourself. She probably still thinks you're her number one. She just wants another cock inside her because that's what sluts do." His words were cruel, but his retreat was obvious, stepping back from you, his chest still heaving.
Heeseung only shrugged at that, but his eyes flicked to you once more before he turned his head away.
Your lips trembled, guilt and shame mixing with the raw need still burning inside you. You tilted your head toward Jay, your voice coming out as the weakest of whispers. "D-do you want me to clean up first?" The moment the words left your mouth, your chest tightened—afraid he might flinch, afraid he might see you the same way Jake just called you.
But Jay only smiled softly, shaking his head as though the thought was absurd. "It's alright, angel."
The simple reassurance broke something in you. Your eyes stung all over again, but before the tears could spill, his mouth was already moving lower, pressing a trail of unhurried kisses along your inner thigh. Each press of his lips lingered. By the time his lips hovered just above your swollen core, his pointed nose brushing lightly over your sensitive clit, your back had already arched off the sheets in anticipation.
You gasped softly, when his tongue finally slid against you. Hot, steady, and so focused, his tongue swirled around your folds before slipping inside you, teasing your oversensitive walls with a precision that made your breath catch in your throat. The contrast to the brutal pace you'd been enduring was staggering—he wasn't just eating you out, he was savoring you.
Your hands flew instinctively to his hair, trembling fingers tangling into his dark strands as you moaned helplessly, your chest rising and falling with every wave of sensation he drew from you. "J-Jay..." His name slipped from your lips brokenly.
He hummed against your cunt at the sound, the vibration making you twitch as his tongue moved deeper, stroking places inside you that made your toes curl. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you still when your thighs tried to clamp shut around his head from the overwhelming pleasure.
Behind him, you could feel the others watching—Heeseung's silence heavy, Jake's low scoff, Sunghoon's quiet hum of approval—but all of it blurred into the background when Jay moaned against you, drinking you down.
You whimpered, tugging at his hair as your hips bucked weakly into his mouth. "S-so good... I can't, I c-can't hold it—"
Jay pulled back just enough to glance up at you, his lips glistening with your slick, his eyes dark but soft. "Then don't. Let go for me, angel. Just me."
And with that, he dipped his head again, his tongue flicking against your clit with quick, precise strokes while his fingers slid inside you, curling expertly until you were screaming, until your body was trembling so hard you thought it might break apart.
Jay let go of your trembling body, his lips brushing once more against your temple before he finally shifted back. The bed dipped under his weight as he knelt at the edge, the leather of his belt creaking faintly as his fingers tugged at the buckle.
You knew the night had only just begun, but here in this room it already felt like you had been devoured whole, like there was no way out.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Jay's voice broke through, deceptively calm, his palm gliding down the curve of your thigh, rubbing in a slow rhythm as if coaxing you into trust.
Your lashes fluttered, your chest seizing as though his words had cut the air straight out of your lungs. "H-Huh?" Your voice cracked, eyes wide, searching his expression for some sign of softness that might match the way he'd just held you.
From your left, Jake let out a muffled laugh, the sound harsh against the fragile silence that followed your confusion.
Jay's hand didn't falter. He pressed a little higher on your thigh, the pads of his fingers stroking, teasing, until finally one circled lower, grazing a place that had never been touched this way before.
His tone was as gentle as before, almost sickeningly so. "I asked," he repeated slowly, "have you ever been fucked in your ass, angel?"
The tip of his finger brushed against your rim and you gasped, the breath caught sharp in your throat as heat and panic flared all at once. Your body jolted, betraying you. You couldn't even find the words, your head turning automatically toward the other three. Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon—all three watching you intently, not a single one offering you an escape.
You shook your head quickly, shame coloring your cheeks as your voice finally stumbled out. "N-No..."
Jay's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "On your arms and knees, then. I'll be gentle with you."
The smile was soft, but you could already feel the deception in it. You should've known by now—Jay only looked gentle when he wanted you to obey.
Your tears hadn't even dried when you felt his finger pressing more firmly at your rim, the tight, foreign intrusion making your body stiffen. The burn was immediate, sharp, a sensation your body didn't know how to handle. He twisted his finger slowly, deliberately, and the stretch made you whimper, your hands clawing desperately at the sheets.
"C-can't take it," you cried, shaking your head, your vision blurring again. Your body writhed under him, desperate for someone—anyone—to stop him.
"Hurts, Sunghoon. It hurts!" Your arm reached blindly for him, searching for comfort.
And Sunghoon leaned in instantly, catching your reaching hand, his lips brushing your temple in mock sympathy. "Shh," he cooed, the sound almost tender if not for the wicked edge beneath it. "I thought you were a good girl? You've been dreaming about us for so long, haven't you? This is what you wanted."
Your sobs shook your chest, but your body betrayed you again—clenching around Jay's finger, trembling from every deliberate twist.
On your other side, Heeseung moved closer, crouching low until his chest brushed against your arm. He caught your free hand and guided it toward him, pressing your palm around his cock. "Come on, baby. Use those hands. Don't just cry. Make yourself useful while Jay breaks you in."
Jay's finger pushed deeper, the slow stretch pulling another ragged sob from your throat. He watched you closely, his jaw tight, his cock already heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily. His lips curved again, "relax, angel. Breathe. I'll make it hurt less if you beg me properly."
When Jay finally pulled his finger free, your body sagged in relief—but it was short-lived. The sharp tear of foil reached your ears, and your stomach flipped as the sound registered. You forced your head to lift, desperate to see him, but Sunghoon's hand kept you locked in place, his grip so firm on your hair that you couldn't move. He angled you down toward Heeseung's cock again, your mouth spreading open around him until you gagged.
You heard the faint snap of latex as Jay rolled the condom down his thick length, the squirt of lube slicking the air before his fist wrapped around himself, stroking with slow pumps. You tried to tilt your head to catch a glimpse, but Sunghoon tugged hard, forcing you to choke around Heeseung's cock. Your throat tightened painfully as you coughed against the intrusion.
"Hmp—!" Your cry was muffled, spilling against Heeseung's cock as Jay pressed forward. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your rim, stretching you in ways you weren't prepared for.
Jay's groan vibrated through the room, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you wider, making you tremble as the burn ignited again.
Your throat was stuffed with Heeseung's cock, and every shallow thrust into your mouth came with another humiliating gulp, gulp, gulp. Each noise mingled with Jay's ragged breathing as he sank himself slowly into your ass.
By the time his cock buried itself halfway, your hands had flown to Heeseung's thighs in desperation, nails scratching down his skin as your throat tried to adjust. Heeseung hissed sharply at the sting, then abruptly pulled out, your mouth gasping for air as you coughed and sobbed.
"Bitch," he spat, slapping your cheek with enough force to sting. Your head tilted from the impact, tears spilling harder as you whimpered against the mattress, your body trembling uncontrollably.
The sound of the slap cracked through the room—and the shift in the air was instant. Jay froze, his dark eyes snapping up, his jaw tight. Slowly, he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his cock still halfway inside your ass as he fixed his glare on Heeseung.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?"
"She fucking scratched me—" Heeseung started.
Jay's glare sharpened, cutting him off. His hand curled around your hip, steadying you as he leaned closer until his lips brushed your ear, his words meant for both you and Heeseung. "Apologize. To her. Now."
Heeseung's jaw flexed, annoyance flashing in his eyes, but under Jay's burning stare, he finally muttered, "...Sorry."
You sniffled, your face pressed to the sheets, too shaken to respond. Jay's grip on your hip softened just enough for his thumb to caress you. "You okay, hmm?"
You swallowed hard, unable to find your voice, and forced yourself to nod against the sheets. Your chest rose and fell in shuddering waves, but you needed him to believe you could take it.
Jay hummed softly, almost like praise. "That's it. Breathe for me, angel. Let me in. Don't hold back." His hips pressed forward again. The intrusion stretched you open slowly, your body fighting to keep up with his size. The burn sharpened into an unbearable sting, and you screamed into the mattress, toes curling tight against the sheets as you struggled not to collapse.
Sunghoon's hand smoothed over your hair, patting your head with a tenderness, so comforting that make you whimper. "Good girl," he whispered, as though you needed his approval just to keep breathing.
Then Heeseung moved closer, his hand sliding between your thighs to press against your soaked pussy.
"Sorry, baby." His palm cupped you carefully, you flinched at first, but when he leaned in, his lips closing over your nipple, sucking hard, the sharp edge of pain dulled under a rush of pleasure. The shift made your back arch violently, the cry that tore from you high and desperate.
"Ahh! F-fuck!" you screamed, voice cracking, torn between pain and bliss.
Jay grunted at the way your body squeezed around him, his hand wrapping tightly around your arm to pull it back behind you like a lever. His other hand gripped your shoulder firmly, anchoring you while his hips snapped forward with force. Each thrust sent a wet smack echoing through the room, skin colliding with a punishing rhythm.
Heeseung groaned against your chest, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his fingers pressed harder into your clit, rubbing circles that sent shocks of sensation racing through your trembling body. The mixture of Jay's brutal thrusts and Heeseung's eager mouth had you thrashing.
You never thought being filled that way could drag such a storm out of you. The sting that had first made you sob now twisted into something overwhelming, a blend of fire and honey that made your body betray you with every clench. Each thrust blurred the line between pain and euphoria until you couldn't separate one from the other, only the dizzy rush that kept forcing cries from your throat.
At some point, you lost track of who was where.
You were a doll passed between them, shifted and handled, your body too pliant to resist, too consumed by sensation to understand the movement until it was already happening.
When Jay lifted you with an arm hooked under your ribs, carrying your trembling weight as though you were light as air, your limbs hung loose, hair falling forward like a curtain, your head lolling against his chest. The world was hazy, sound muffled except for their voices and the unrelenting rhythm of flesh against flesh.
You moaned uncontrollably, the sound spilling out of you even before Sunghoon pushed inside your swollen pussy. He didn't wait, he didn't tease—he slid in deep, and the stretch dragged another cry out of your throat.
Jake positioned himself over you, his hands squeezing your tits roughly, pressing them together around the length of his cock. He thrusted between them with a feral need, groaning at the slick heat as he forced you to keep your trembling arms raised so you couldn't rest, so none of them were ignored.
Your muscles screamed, the burn in your shoulders mixing with the fire between your legs. Yet the harder it became to hold on, the more your moans broke apart into helpless sobs.
"Shit! So fucking good!" Sunghoon moaned, usually he was silent, the one who held back while the others filled the air, but now his restraint had shattered. His moans came rough and guttural, pulled from his chest with every thrust, his expression twisting into something close to pure bliss. Each time his hips met yours, the sound that tore from his throat was louder, rawer, until you realized he was trembling too—losing himself in you just as much as you were unraveling under him.
Your vision blurred at the edges, tears clinging to your lashes, the ringing in your ears drowning out everything but their voices and the wet sounds of bodies colliding. Orgasms tore through you one after another, piling so fast you couldn't separate them anymore. You were trapped in the spiral of it, begging without thought, "Y-yes, fuck, yes—I can't stop—I need it—please, don't stop!"
Your body betrayed you completely, arching up even as you wanted to collapse. The adhesive gems clinging to your eyelids sparkled faintly under the light, miraculously still in place as your eyes rolled back, your tongue slipping free from your mouth with no strength left to hold it in. You were a mess, unrecognizable even to yourself, but they devoured every second of it.
Jake groaned low in his chest as his cock pulsed, spilling over your tits, hot ropes covering your skin until you were painted in him. He slapped your chest once more, watching it smear across your breasts before stumbling back, his body giving out as he dropped onto the mattress, panting heavily, drained but satisfied.
The moment you were freed from him, your lips were claimed again. Heeseung and Jay's mouths fought for space against yours, kissing you with different kinds of urgency—Jay deep and consuming, Heeseung sharp and demanding. Their lips pulled moans out of you you didn't even know you had left, your eyes shut tight as your mouth parted helplessly between them.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon's cock dragged deeper inside you, angling until it brushed that spot that made your whole body spasm. The rhythm of his thrusts grew steadier, more desperate, his hips slamming into you with a pace that made your chest heave and your breath hitch against the mouths kissing yours. He was unrelenting, he couldn't stop himself, your body had unlocked something in him he never wanted to let go of.
Sunghoon's control shattered first. His jaw clenched, veins standing out along his neck as he pushed deeper, his movements rough and unsteady, every thrust dragging a desperate sound from him. His eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back, a moan ripping from his throat as his stomach tightened, the pleasure consuming him faster than he could handle. He bit down on his lip, but it wasn't enough to stifle the way his body shook while his cock throbbed violently inside you.
You felt the hot flood of his release filling you in long, uncontrollable spurts. It spread thick through your core, making your walls clench tighter as though your body wanted to keep him there, to hold every drop.
The sensation was so overwhelming that your back arched high into Jay's chest. He caught you easily, his large hand spreading over your breast and kneading. His lips swallowed your broken moans, his tongue sliding deep until you whimpered against him, unable to keep up.
Your hips jerked when Sunghoon finally spilled the last of his release, the force of it pushing some of his cum to seep out around his cock. He slumped forward, chest heaving, but his grip on your waist betrayed his reluctance to leave you. He wanted to stay buried, to keep claiming you—but his body gave out, and with a low groan he pulled free, his length glistening as it slid from your swollen cunt.
The loss of him left you trembling, and before you could even breathe, Heeseung was already there. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your slick folds without hesitation. He rubbed over your swollen clit in tight circles, faster, sharper, and your lips tore away from Jay's kiss to scream, your cry echoing through the room as a new wave of sensation tore through you.
Sunghoon's cum was still dripping from your pussy when Heeseung's fingers slapped against your sensitive clit. The sharp sting made your hips spasm, jerking upward uncontrollably, the sound of the wet slap filling the room. Your thighs shook, but Jay's hand on your chest kept you pressed firmly against him, forcing you to take it all.
"So fucking hot," Jay groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down just enough to leave a mark. He soothed the bite with his tongue before sucking at the spot, leaving his claim branded into your skin while you cried softly beneath him.
"Come on," Heeseung coaxed. He gave your clit another sharp slap that made you gasp, your entire body twitching. "Breathe. Deep. You've still got two cocks waiting for you."
Your body was trembling, the exhaustion in your muscles fighting against the need clawing through your veins. Every part of you screamed for a pause, a moment of stillness, but your lips betrayed you, spilling soft, broken words into the heated air.
"...cock... want more..." you whispered, not even sure if you meant to say it out loud, but the second it left your mouth, they moved.
They shifted you onto Heeseung first, his broad chest rising under your palms as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your thighs burned as you straddled him, but you couldn't stop yourself from lowering down, grinding until his thick tip slid past your folds, the friction making your entire body quiver.
Heeseung's eyes darkened immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he guided you, feeling the way your heat stretched around him.
Jay stood behind you, his movements methodical as he tore open another condom with his teeth. He rolled the latex down over his length with one hand, the other already spreading over your lower back, holding you steady. His touch was careful, deceptively gentle, even as you felt the blunt press of his cock teasing your other entrance.
The stretch made you scream, your head snapping back to his shoulder as his cock slowly pushed inside your ass. Your tits arched forward, bouncing in Heeseung's face, and he groaned like he was seeing heaven itself, his mouth immediately latching onto one nipple. His tongue flicked hard before he began sucking greedily, moaning against your skin, drowning himself in the taste of you might keep him from unraveling completely.
He told himself not to get attached, not to think beyond the raw act of it but as he looked up, catching the sight of your face twisted with both pain and euphoria, your lashes damp with tears, your lips parted, your flushed cheeks glowing, he was gone. So fucking pretty, too pretty for this. His chest tightened, his teeth sinking into his lip, half-lidded eyes watching you lose yourself while he thrust up into you.
"Ahh—fuck! S-so good! Feels so good!" you sobbed, your voice breaking as both of them found their rhythm inside you.
Jay's arm slid tighter around your middle, pulling you back against him, while his other hand anchored hard on your shoulder.
Each drive of his hips made your body lurch forward, and every time he withdrew, Heeseung thrust upward to meet you, their cocks colliding through the thin barrier inside you. The pressure was relentless, unbearable yet addicting. You felt so full, so completely wrecked, yet you didn't want them to stop.
Your head fell back against Jay's shoulder, your throat exposed, your lips trembling as the sounds poured out of you unrestrained. His gaze locked onto you, never wavering, watching every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every blissful break in your voice.
His stomach coiled tight when he saw you smile through your moans, blissful grin that said you were floating in a haze beyond reason.
And then—when you let out a delirious laugh, drunk on cock and pleasure—both he and Heeseung nearly lost control.
"Shit... fuck, look at her," Heeseung moaned against your chest, thrusts erratic as your pussy clenched harder, milking him. His thumb found your clit again, circling with ruthless precision, making your hips twitch violently in their hold.
"Fucking cockdrunk," Jake muttered from the side, his voice strained, his hand already wrapped tight around his cock as he stroked himself, eyes devouring the sight of you stuffed full between Jay and Heeseung.
"Unbelievable..." Sunghoon hissed, though his body betrayed his words as his cock hardened again at the sight. His chest rose sharply, his jaw tightening as his eyes burned into you, unable to look away.
And you—you were flying. Your entire body trembled, sweat dripping down your back, every nerve set alight as two cocks pounded into you in perfect rhythm, stretching you in ways you never thought you could handle. You weren't just moaning anymore—you were laughing, delirious, euphoric, because nothing had ever felt this good. The world outside didn't exist. There was only this. Only them. Only the way your body sang under their hands, under their cocks.
You were living your best fucking life, and in that moment, you knew you never wanted it to end.
"Shit—I'm gonna cum," Heeseung groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his thrusts grew uneven. You couldn't help yourself, couldn't stop your body from pushing back onto his cock, greedy for every last inch.
"Need it—please, I need you to cum inside me—don't hold back," you moaned.
Jay tightened his bicep around your throat, dragging you flush against him as his lips pressed against your temple. "Take it, angel. Take all of him."
The heat in your chest exploded when Heeseung moaned loud and emptied inside you. The sound of his voice made your heart lurch even as your own orgasm tore through you again. Your walls clenched so violently that his cock twitched helplessly, spilling thicker and thicker ropes of cum until you could feel the weight of it stretching your stomach. The mess spilled from the corners of your folds, warm streams dripping down your thighs.
But before the haze could settle, Jay's voice cut through. "Pull out, Heeseung. It's my turn—I want to cum in her too." His arm around your throat tightened, pulling you higher onto him, your back arching as his cock slid free from your ass, still painfully hard.
Heeseung hesitated, his chest heaving, his eyes narrowing like he didn't want to let go of the heat he'd buried himself in. He gave a sharp exhale of frustration but finally withdrew, his cock wet and shining as he let you slip from him.
Jay didn't waste a second. He yanked off the condom, tossing it carelessly aside, then pushed his length inside your pussy still dripping with Heeseung's load. The stretch burned, but the mix of fluids made him slide in effortlessly, and the sensation had your toes curling instantly.
"Fuck—fuck, she's so wet," Jay groaned, his forehead pressing against the side of your head. His pace was punishing, his hips snapping against your ass as his hand gripped your hip to anchor himself.
"Can't hold it—gonna fill you—"
The moment he buried himself deep, his body stiffened, and he spilled hot inside you. His growl vibrated against your ear, the sound of his release mixing with your own helpless moans. You could feel it, the pulse of his cock as he filled you so completely that the mix of him and Heeseung spilled back out, dripping into a sticky mess beneath you.
It took a long moment before they both released you, your body sagging limp between them. You barely had the strength to move when Jake stepped forward, his hand already pumping his length with urgency, his eyes locked on your face. Sunghoon moved with him, their cocks standing tall, both of them crowding your view as you were laid down on your back.
"Open up, baby," Jake ordered.
Your lips parted, tongue falling out on instinct, the salty taste of precum already smearing across it as they fisted themselves harder. Their groans overlapped as thick spurts painted your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, dripping down your neck and into your hair. You swallowed what you could, eyes rolling back at the sheer dirtiness of it, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.
You stared blankly at the ceiling, vision hazy, ears ringing so loud it felt like you were underwater. Your head was spinning, the room tilting, but your body was already being turned again.
Your limbs flopped uselessly as Jake forced his cock back to hardness, guiding himself to your ass, while Heeseung gripped your legs wide, holding you open as though your exhaustion didn't matter.
One by one, they took their turns again, each of them sliding into your abused body, spilling more inside until it felt like there wasn't any part of you left untouched. Your mind was gone, floating somewhere else, your mouth hanging open without sound, and still, they didn't stop.
The last thing you remembered was Sunghoon's icy hands spreading your folds, his voice low with awe as he stared at the mess dripping from your swollen used pussy—thick white streams still spurting.
And then you passed out, swallowed by the overwhelming haze of pleasure and exhaustion, your body twitching even in unconsciousness, your mind lost in the aftershocks of everything they had done.
You woke with a body that felt heavier than stone, every inch aching. The room was quiet except for the soft snores surrounding you.
You shivered, realizing the air was cold against your damp hair and clammy skin, only to notice the weight of arms draped over you—two different hands anchoring you in place. One was around your waist, pulling you back into a solid chest, the other rested lazily on your hip.
You blinked hard, trying to gather yourself, and only then did you notice you were clothed, though barely. Someone had slipped a shirt over you, but it was hiked up high, baring most of your thighs. Heart pounding, you tilted your head, your breath catching when you saw Jay's face so close to yours. His features were peaceful, his brows relaxed, lips parted just slightly as a soft groan escaped him. Even in sleep, he pulled you tighter into his chest.
"What the fuck..." you whispered under your breath, pulse racing as heat rushed to your cheeks.
Your gaze dropped lower and froze. Sunghoon's head rested against your chest, lips slack and still attached to your nipple. His hand was curled around your waist too, fingers twitching. The memory of his face twisted in pleasure, his voice breaking with moans, hit you so hard that your thighs clenched instinctively.
You stifled a sound, your whole face burning.
Carefully, with your fingers trembling, you began to pry their hands off one by one, moving Jay's arm and slipping Sunghoon's hand back over his own body. It felt like sneaking out of something you weren't supposed to survive. But before you could breathe in relief, your eyes darted downward—and you almost screamed.
At the foot of the bed, sprawled across like he owned the space, was Jake. His cheek was pressed into the mattress, lips parted as he breathed heavily, his bare chest rising and falling. He looked so soft like this, so far from the rough, taunting voice that had wrecked you just hours ago.
Your stomach flipped.
"What the hell..." you whispered again, a little louder this time, biting your lip as panic swirled in your chest. You couldn't stay here. Not with the memories flashing in your head.
Ignoring the deep ache in your thighs and the heaviness weighing down your limbs, you tiptoed around them, snatching your heels and dress from the table. The sound of the zipper sliding into place echoed too loudly in your ears as you tried to dress as quietly as possible.
When you finally slipped out and pulled the door shut behind you, you pressed your back against it, exhaling sharply. Relief barely lasted a second before you froze again.
Someone was sitting in the living room.
Heeseung was perched on the couch, phone in hand, his tall frame hunched slightly forward. The glow of the screen lit his sharp features, but the second the door clicked shut, his head snapped up. His eyes widened as if he hadn't expected you to actually walk out. In a blur, he was standing, pocketing his phone.
"Hey," his voice came out softer than you remembered.
Your whole body stiffened, eyes wide, your pulse hammering in your throat. The room was quiet but the weight of his presence filled it, and you could feel your heart fluttering in panic—or maybe dangerously close to longing.
"It's just five-thirty," he said, glancing briefly at the window where the faintest gray of dawn was creeping in. "We finished at four. Are you... already leaving?"
Your throat was dry. Fuck. He was talking to you. Just standing there, bare-faced and raw from the night before, his voice carrying none of the arrogance it once did. You wanted to respond, but your mouth betrayed you, stuck in silence. You could only stare at him, your gaze trembling before you forced it away, too shy, too ashamed, too overwhelmed.
Heeseung shifted his weight, his Adam's apple bobbing as though he was working up the nerve. Then, in a tone that was almost uncertain, he asked, "Were we too rough?"
You blinked up at him, startled.
"I..." you started, but the words stuck.
His jaw tightened, eyes flickering before he let out a low sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture that didn't fit the man who had held you down hours earlier. His voice dropped lower, rough with regret. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you like that. I just... I got carried away."
The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes searched yours like he needed you to believe him, made your chest ache. You didn't trust yourself to speak, your throat felt raw, so you simply nodded, awkward and small, hoping it was enough.
"I—I... uh... shit." Heeseung's voice faltered.
He was fumbling, caught off guard by the weight of his own thoughts. For the first time, he seemed unsure.
Heeseung had always respected the girls they brought into this kind of mess, but responsibility was something he usually left to Jay, who carried gentleness. Yet with you, the urge was different. It was tugging at him in a way he couldn't ignore, and it unsettled him more than he'd ever admit.
His tongue darted over his lips, his brows knitting together as he shifted closer, still cautious of your fragile state. "Do you... want to leave? I—uh—I can get my car, or call someone, or—wait." He cut himself off, unsure what offer would make sense, what you even needed from him right now.
You shook your head quickly, your hands clinging to your heels. Your voice came out almost too small to hear, but you forced the words past your lips. "T-thank you. I-I can manage myself. Th-thank you... so much."
It was rushed, shaky, like you needed to get it out before your voice betrayed the truth of how fragile you felt. Without waiting for his response, you turned away, your bare feet carrying you in tiny, stumbling steps toward the door. Each step hurt, your body reminding you of everything from last night, but you pressed forward anyway, desperate to escape the heaviness in the room.
"Wait—what's your—" Heeseung started, his hand twitching forward as if he could reach you. But the words fell flat, caught in his throat, and he stopped himself before finishing. His lips pressed together in frustration, a quiet curse slipping under his breath. His eyes followed the curve of your back, the fragile sway of your shoulders, the sound of your unsteady footsteps echoing.
"...number."
The word left him softer than a whisper, too late, almost swallowed by the empty space you left behind.
He stood there for a long moment, staring at the door you'd just disappeared through, torn between running after you and letting you go. His jaw clenched, his hand raking through his hair as he sank back down onto the couch.
He couldn't shake the image of you—the way your eyes had rolled back in bliss, the way you had laughed in the middle of it all, the way you looked at him now as if you wanted to disappear.
And Heeseung felt a kind of defeat that left his chest heavy. First, he was pissed that Jay, of all people, had managed to pull your attention more than once that night. Second, he hadn't even gotten the chance to really enjoy you the way he wanted, not fully, not the way that would have been enough. And third—worst of all—he didn't even know your full name, or what department you were in, or anything beyond that single night where you'd let yourself unravel in his arms and under his hands.
"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, frustrated at the gnawing ache in his chest. You were too pretty, too delicate, too intoxicating, and it infuriated him that Sunghoon and Jake had gotten their way with you first, splitting you open before he ever had the chance to claim you for himself. The thought of them having your "first" and sharing you so easily left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted you whole, wanted you alone, wanted more than the scraps of a night shared with three others.
Heeseung realized this wasn't just another nameless, faceless memory to throw away. He didn't want this to be the last time. He wanted more of you—your laugh, your trembling voice, your warmth pressed against him. The only thing he had left was the trace of your scent, still lingering faintly on his skin and in the air, that floral sweetness that he couldn't shake no matter how many showers he took. It drove him mad.
"Hey, I tried your perfume and it doesn't smell nearly as nice on me as it does on you."
Your classmate pouted, watching you rub lotion into your arms after swim class. Her tone was playful, but her eyes lingered longer than usual, narrowing slightly at the fading bruises that scattered along your thighs.
"—Wait, are you okay? What's with all these marks?" she asked, her voice shifting, curious but edged with concern as her gaze dropped to your legs, then caught on your wrist where faint discoloration still traced your skin.
You forced a small smile, your hands moving carefully as though the weight of her stare could dig deeper into your body. "Anemia," you said lightly. "You know how it gets sometimes."
She frowned, unconvinced, but didn't press further. You focused on squeezing another bit of lotion into your palm, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. The bottle was nearly empty, and you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should buy another or try something different.
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since your body had been pushed to its limit, since you had let yourself fall apart in the arms, mouths, and cocks of four men who you never should have gotten tangled with.
As much as it thrilled you to remember, you knew it wasn't something you could ever share. Not with your classmates, not with anyone. This was yours alone.
And so, you smiled at your friend, pretending everything was normal, while inside, you cherished the memory of a night you swore you'd never tell.
You tied your damp hair back, the strands clinging to your neck as you tugged on a sweatshirt and shorts. A light mist of perfume lingered as you sprayed your wrists, your throat, the curve of your shoulder, even down your spine as though you could drown yourself in that sweet comfort.
"God, you smell so good again," your friend whined, fanning herself dramatically. You only chuckled and brushed her off, slipping your bag onto your shoulder before following the group.
The conversation turned quickly, as it always seemed to these days.
"How come those fuckboys keep throwing parties and we never hear a word after? It's like magic," one girl scoffed, and the others broke into agreement, voices overlapping with laughter.
"Right? I swear they must be fucking someone every time," another chimed in, clapping her hands for emphasis. "No way they're just drinking. But no one ever talks. Like—ever."
Their voices carried ahead of you while you trailed behind, smiling faintly, shaking your head as if their words were just another baseless rumor. Inside, though, your chest tightened. If only they knew. If only they could imagine half of what had happened that night. But you weren't about to let them. You had no intention of ever telling a single soul.
That night was a secret carved into you, and the four of them had reputations built on silence—no communication, no strings, no trace.
You sighed, crouching down to fix your shoelace, the chatter of your classmates fading as they moved further down the hall. One of them called your name over their shoulder, urging you to hurry, but before you could respond, the sound of measured steps came closer. A shadow cut across the floor in front of you.
You froze.
Slowly, your gaze lifted from the shoes planted right in front of you. And your heart stopped.
"Found you," a low voice drawled, threaded with satisfaction, almost a taunt.
Gasps erupted behind you, your classmates halting in their tracks.
Your eyes widened. Heeseung was really there, standing over you in broad daylight, surrounded by people, breaking his own rules without hesitation. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
Then, without warning, he crouched down in front of you. The tall, untouchable Heeseung—the one who ignored every girl who chased after him, who made it clear he wanted nothing to do with messy attention—was kneeling, his long fingers brushing over your loose shoelace.
"I had a hard time finding you," he muttered, not loud enough for anyone but you to hear. His tone was casual, but his jaw was tight, his movements sharp with frustration as he tied the knot in one clean motion. "It really pissed me off, you know?"
Your throat went dry. Heat crawled up your neck, spreading across your face until you felt the tips of your ears burn.
Why? Why was he here? Why was he talking to you? This wasn't the Heeseung everyone else knew. He never lowered himself like this—not in front of everyone, not where people could see. He shut girls down without a glance, his cold indifference the very thing that made them chase harder. Yet here he was, focused on you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.
Around you, your classmates whispered furiously, unable to hide their shock. Some covered their mouths, others exchanged wide-eyed looks, but no one dared step closer.
"Can we talk?" His voice was steady, but softer than you expected, almost coaxing.
When you finally dared to look at him, his eyes caught yours. They weren't the eyes of the cold, untouchable Heeseung everyone claimed to know. No, they were gentle, wide, almost disarming, like he was looking through you and not just at you. He smiled—small, sweet, almost shy—and your lips trembled against the sudden wave of nerves.
"H-Huh?" Your voice cracked embarrassingly.
Before you could gather yourself, he reached forward and plucked your bag from your shoulder. His hand found yours in the same motion, his long fingers curling around your palm. The contact made your knees weaken, a sharp rush of heat flooding your chest.
Heeseung was holding your hand. Heeseung, who never even let girls close enough to breathe the same air without brushing them off, was lacing his fingers with yours in front of everyone!
"Let's get out of here first, hmm?" His tone carried a teasing lilt, but his grip on your hand was firm.
You could hardly process as he tugged you gently in the opposite direction, away from your frozen classmates whose whispers grew louder. Each step with him felt surreal, like walking straight into a dream you weren't ready for but couldn't pull away from.
Then, as if to seal the knot of heaviness swirling in your chest, his head tilted close, his breath warm against your ear.
at first, he was sleeping over only on weekends then it turned to him coming over into weekdays too. that his clothes keeps ending up and piling in your drawers now.
it became completely normal to wake up with his arms around you too, seeing his shirts and pants on the floor, or the smell of his cologne lingering in your room.
today you were cuddling. his body was warm pressed against yours under the covers. his breath tickles your ear every time he spoke, and his lips kept brushing your skin, ni-ki doesn't even realize what he was doing.
he was all over you. arms tight around your waist, leg hooked between yours, chest against your back as if he was trying to fuse into you. he kisses your ear, jaw, neck, and your breath gets caught each time.
he sucks your sensitive spot below your ear, making your fingers curl and grip the blanket. he groans quietly when you move just a little and you feel him getting hard through his thin pajama pants.
you kissed him back for a little while but then—
"you're moving so much," you whispered breathlessly, half-complaining as you squirmed in his grip. "i– i can't breathe properly…"
"mmnh…" ni-ki hummed against your neck, his voice now low and sleepy. "sorry, baby..." he murmured, but the way he tightened his arms around you says otherwise. he wasn't sorry at all, not even a little. "i just missed you…"
"we've been together all day," you pointed out, shifting on his arms.
"yeah." he replied, kissing your cheek softly. "still missed you."
you rolled your eyes at him playfully but your chest was aching a little at how your boyfriend could make everything sound like a love confession.
quietly, out of nowhere, ni-ki asked,
"do you you wanna have sex with me?"
your eyes went wide, pushing him away just a little, your hands stayed on his shoulders. you blinked fast. "what—wha—WHAT?"
ni-ki groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, voice muffled against your skin. "ughh… fuck. that was so awkward. sorry, i didn't mean to say it like that."
then he blushed, chuckling weakly before looking at you again, "i said, do you wanna have se—"
quickly, your hand flew to cover his mouth. "baby, i heard you!" you whispered, totally horrified.
he paused, eyes twinkling with amusement and anticipation as he gently pulled your hand away. his fingers felt soft and warm around your wrist, he asked again, "so?" but when he saw the panic and unsureness in your face, his expression immediately softened, "…no?"
and before you could even answer, ni-ki smiled gently, relaxing his grip on you a little as if he already knows the answer. "you wanna take your time?"
your heart was pounding so hard that he could probably feel it against his chest. your cheeks turned red as you look away and finally, you nodded slowly.
he kissed your cheek, thumb stroking your waist in quiet reassurance. "okay," he whispered. "let's take our time."
your throat tightened. you wanted to say something—maybe apologize but the words stuck, so instead, you mumbled, "…are you horny?"
ni-ki blinked, surprised—then let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer, gently guiding your head to rest on his chest.
"don't worry about any of that, baby…"
"but—"
"i love you," he murmured quietly but firm, cutting through your spiraling thoughts like a thread being pulled tight. "don't stress, okay? i promise you, you're more than enough."
the two of you were quiet for a while. you just listened to his heartbeat as he held you close then eventually, ni-ki sat up and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.
"i'm just gonna take a quick shower."
you watched him disappear into the bathroom, the sound of water running filling the room. but your head… it just wouldn't quiet down.
was he upset? disappointed?
...frustrated?
the thought made your stomach twist. you tried to brush it off, pacing around the room hoping it might help shake the feeling. however, the thoughts only got louder in your head.
the spiral started, making your head spin and making you upset at yourself too.
wait—is he... is he handling it in there?!
you heard the water shut off, giving you silence again. you bit your lip, hesitating but curiosity keeps getting the better of you. and quietly—so quietly—you pressed your ear to the bathroom door.
but right then, the door quickly opened the second you leaned in—
you almost fell forward but your boyfriend caught you. his hair is wet, he's got towel around his hips, there's water dripping down his chest, ni-ki raised an eyebrow at you. "…what are you doing?"
"i—i wasn't—!"
then he smirked after catching you red handed. "were you listening at the door?"
"no! i—i was just—!"
"ahh…" he interrupted, shaking his head in disbelief and amusement after the realization. "you were trying to hear if i was jerking off in your shower, huh?"
"fuck..." you cursed, closing your eyes and looked away, totally dying inside. "no…"
he leaned in, "tch. you're so nosy." brushing a strand of hair from your face. droplets splashing on your toes. then with a grin, he added "and i wouldn't jerk off."
you tilted your head, "huh? why not?"
"because i'd rather you jerk me off."
your jaw dropped and he just laughed again, pulling you in, telling you how cute you are when you panic.
then lately, he wasn't even wearing shirts to bed anymore.
some nights he was too lazy he just wear boxers that in the mornings you feel him pressed against your ass or thighs, hard and twitching through thin fabric.
you don't say anything but… it stuck in your head, your heart always race and your body becoming more curious.
what does it really looks like when he's turned on?
how big is it, really?
will he feel good just from being touched?
and ni-ki's all over you again, his bare chest against your back, face in your neck, breathing soft and sleepy. his hand were already resting on your waist under your shirt... you'd gotten so used to the way his crotch pressed against you at night—but tonight, you feel him getting harder again.
you turned slightly to face him, "you're hard again…"
your boyfriend let out a sleepy chuckle. "well, sorry. i love being this close to my girlfriend so much that it turns me on…"
you pouted into the pillow. "so you're just gonna sleep it away?"
he laughed softly and groaned into your neck. "babe, why are you so concerned about my dick?"
"i'm not! i mean—" you turned to look at him, flustered. "i'm concerned about you."
ni-ki opened one eye, "well, i'm not gonna die because of it, you know?"
you sighed heavily and kept thinking about it. he's right there. too close… and part of you just really wants to— "…can i touch it?"
his eyes opened and his sleepy expression vanished in an instant, "what?"
you met his gaze, more nervous now. "uhh, can i… touch it?"
"o– of course…"
you reached down carefully, hand sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers, you felt ni-ki's whole body shuddered.
he let out a low, breathy moan and leaned in to start kissing you slow and needy. your touch had completely jolted him wide awake. "oh, fuck… baby…"
your fingers wrapped around him, eyes widening slightly. "it's big."
ni-ki smirked against your lips, his voice got deeper now. "hmm, really? it's not even that hard yet."
you didn't have time to reply, he took your hand, and before you could process it, he actually spit into your palm.
"riki—?!"
"shh, trust me." he laced his fingers with yours and wrapped your slicked-up hand around his length, groaning as he helped you stroke him.
his cock hardened so quickly it startled you. it got even bigger, practically pulsing in your grip that your one hand wasn't enough anymore.
you looked down. "it's… not fitting."
ni-ki laughed breathlessly. "it's okay, you're doing so good. ahm, fuck, that feels good."
"do you want to suck it too?"
your lips parted. "i– i don't know how…"
he bit his lip before he kissed your jaw, his breath felt hot on your skin, practically warming you too. "i'll teach you."
he shifted both of you on the bed, ni-ki leaned back against the headboard as you positioned yourself between his legs. his boxers were halfway down already, his cock flushed and glistened in the low light...
ni-ki trailed his thumb across your cheek down to your lips.
"you sure, baby?"
you hesitated, heart pounding as your eyes flicked between his face and what was between his thighs.
"you don't have to," he added softly, other hand brushing your hair back. "we can stop here—seriously."
"no, i really want to." you replied, making ni-ki smile proudly.
you stared at his cock slightly twitching in the air, its tip flushed red, already glistening with his pre-cum. you'd felt it under his boxers before but seeing it like this, in front of you...
it made your mouth dry.
you swallowed, moving your fingers before your brain could catch up. your wrapped one hand around the base then adding your second hand just above it.
not enough.
there was too much of him to hold. his cock is too thick, long, and the pre-cum spills from the tip was making your palms even more slippery.
you gave him a slow stroke, then another. your hands moved tentatively, sliding up and down in clumsy rhythm. the wet slick sounds between your palms made your face heat up and your pussy clench. so erotic.
n-ki groaned low, his hips twitching slightly just from your touches. "oh, baby…"
you looked up at him, face burning even more. "i really don't know what i'm doing."
he reached for you instantly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers. his touch was tender, ni-ki murmured. "you don't have to be good... just want you, you're already making me crazy here."
you stroked him again, faster this time, watching the way his face twisted in your grip. his tip leaked steadily, slick smearing across your knuckles.
"you can keep using both of your hands," ni-ki whispered shakily. "but… i think i'm gonna lose it the second you put your mouth on me."
"i wanna try."
your lips parted slowly as you leaned forward, tongue flicking out, licking to taste him first.
"shit—" he hissed, jaw clenched, head tipping back against the headboard. "y/n..."
you took him in a little deeper but your throat tightened immediately—you gagged, pulling back with a choked breath.
"it's okay. just go slow," he chuckled, panting as his hand gently rested at the back of your head. "don't push yourself too deep." though the deeper you went, the better it felt for ni-ki.
you nodded, trying again. your lips stretched wider, jaw already aching. spit gathered at the corners of your mouth as you bobbed your head fast. you wrapped one hand around what couldn't fit. he was burning hot in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, twitching with every movement.
god, i'm probably so bad at this…
his fingers curled in your hair now. voice breaking as he whispered through his gritted teeth.
"you're doing so good," he groaned. "your mouth feels so good..."
you tried to breathe through your nose. your eyes stung with tears.
his cock throbbed against your throat. salty, warm, very new to taste but his moans were so fucking addictive too that you just couldn't stop even if you wanted too.
you adjusted your angle, trying to breathe—but your throat flexed without meaning to, swallowing around him.
ni-ki's eyes widened, choking on a moan.
"f–fuck—baby, that—what you just did—"
you blinked up at him confused, still messy and teary, holding him steady in your mouth.
you did it again. let your throat flex around him, tighten your lips, letting him feel just how snug you were inside.
his thighs tensed instantly, hand clenching on your hair tightly, "…shit, i'm close."
you swallowed again, a whimper caught in your throat as your lips slid down further, his cock twitched violently in response, suddenly getting even bigger. he gasped, "wait—baby, almost there—don't stop."
you started to pull back, overwhelmed—but his hand stayed at the back of your head desperately.
"don't pull away—please," he gasped. "let me—let me finish in your mouth—i can't hold it— y/n"
you nodded and started sucking harder, bobbing your head faster.
ni-ki came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking uncontrollably as thick spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. you gagged again from the volume, the heat, the unfamiliar taste—it's so much—but you swallowed all of it, trying to keep up.
you were shaking too now. your jaw hurts, your hands were messy and slippery, and your eyes were wet and full with tears—but you didn't stop until he was done and empty.
ni-ki couldn't stop groaning, whispering your name as he brushed your hair out of your face with the most wrecked look you'd ever seen.
it's second period. your teacher kept talking about something — but you're not hearing none of it.
your mouth had been on him less than twelve hours ago and all ni-ki can think about is the way you'd looked at him then — all soft, nervous, and curious, like he was something you wanted to figure out.
you're sitting a few rows ahead of him. head is bowed low, playing with pen in hand, pretending to take notes,
he knows you're not listening either.
your shoulders are a little tense, lips kept parting every time your mind wander. he saw you smiling to yourself — shy, spaced-out, those little smiles makes his stomach tighten.
you must be thinking about it too.
you have to be.
ni-ki adjusts in his seat, subtly shifting his legs under the desk, feeling his pants feel tighter than they should. and it's not like he's that hard-hard... almost. it's hard enough to feel it. enough to make him want to sneak away, press his forehead to a locker, and groan while palming himself.
he's been like this for a week. every class. every time he looks at you.
you've been giving him blowjobs for a week now and the flashbacks hits like static electricity.
the sound of you choking just a little, the sight of your eyes, glassy and wet, you're hurting but still looking up at him.
the heat of your mouth, the press of your throat, the way your hands trembles slightly as you touch him.
you made him fall apart.
and now he can't stop thinking about you, how would you fall apart for him too.
ni-ki's fingers tighten around his pen. his jaw flexes slightly.
he shouldn't think about it here. oh he shouldn't picture the way you'd sound if he had his mouth between your thighs, kissing, making out with your pussy, licking, sucking on your clit until you couldn't even speak—
"riki," the teacher calls.
he jolts slightly.
"y– yes?"
"do you know what group you're assigned to?"
his mind went absolutely blank.
"…uh, no."
the whole class shook their heads. ni-ki swallowed, tries to find a safe answer but fails.
"listen carefully next time," the teacher warned. "you're on group two."
you glanced over your shoulder and met his eyes. your face goes red immediately.
you're both so, so bad at hiding it.
later, during break, you catch each other by the lockers. ni-ki leans close, arms crossed as he towers over you, trying to be casual — and failing completely.
"baby... you were zoning out the whole time," you murmured. "what's got you so distracted, huh?"
his eyes flick down to your lips just for a second.
"you," he said, honest as ever.
you blushed and smacked his arm. "shut up."
"…i keep thinking about last night," ni-ki whispered, making your heart dangerously stutters.
"yeah?" you breathed.
he nodded slowly, eyes dropping back to your mouth, your neck, your body. he swallowed thickly, quiet but you can now practically hear the words he's holding back.
"i wanna make you feel good too."
"w-what…?"
"i just… i think about it. a lot." he pouted, eyes soft but looked stormy at the same time. "i can't be the only one who cums every night."
"not here, riki—!"
he grinned and bit his lip to stop himself. he held your wrist gently, seeking more connection, more of you.
the bell finally rang.
you step back reluctantly, adjusting your skirt and trying to breathe like you weren't just fantasizing about your boyfriend in a school hallway.
ni-ki stays leaning against the lockers, watching you walk away, hand slipping into his pocket. he pulls out your phone that you'd left at your desk this morning.
[cycle tracker] you're ovulating today!
"oh?"
a/n: random fic. just want to get some drafts out. this was supposed to be for a bad boy!ni-ki but it was too long so i had to shorten and throw away the plot TT i have so much in my drafts, i just might delete all of it. part two soon :p
Fortunately, you got the best, filthiest fuck of your life with your boyfriend’s friends. Unfortunately, Sunghoon doesn’t tolerate sneaky sluts. ─── In which Sunghoon's dick does all the disciplining :)
content tags/warnings: cheating, vouyerism (video), mention of double penetration, sunghoon smokes, jayke cameo, slut shaming, objectification, nymphomania implications. uhm. angst at the end? explicit content (smut): revenge unprotected sex, spitting, slapping, headlocking, throat fucking, mild pussy eating, squirting, power imbalance, creampie, dub conish. MDNI. WC: 5.4K
“Ahh—fuck! Harder! Want it harder! Please, please, please!”
Sunghoon sat low on the sofa, legs spread, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His other hand clutched the phone tightly, knuckles slightly white around the edges. His gaze was fixed, unmoving, pupils dilated.
He took a long, deliberate drag from his vape. Smoke filled his lungs, a bitter warmth crawling up his throat as he leaned his head back and exhaled slowly toward the ceiling, watching the vapor curling at the air.
His jaw tightened, thumb hovering, he paused the video at just the right moment: your mouth stretched open, eyes glazed and hungry. Jay was buried deep inside you, and you were still trying to force Jake’s cock past your lips like you couldn’t get enough.
Sunghoon should’ve known better than to trust a fucking slut like you.
He let the video play, it was torture, but he didn’t stop. He watched—watched you, his girlfriend, on your hands and knees, getting railed back and forth by the two people he called "friends".
Every sound bled through the speaker: your squeals, your moans, the choked-out begs between thrusts. You sounded wrecked, gone, cockdrunk out of your mind.
“Jay, man, take a video of me too,” Jake muttered.
The camera shook as it switched angles. Sunghoon blinked slowly. You yelped when Jake pushed into you from behind, face buried into a pillow, your ass bouncing from the impact. His grip clamped tight around your waist, dragging you into every thrust.
Jake bit his lip, one hand locking on your hip as he slammed into you harder. When he noticed the camera again, he flashed a quick grin, threw up a lazy west side sign, and laughed, right before burying himself even deeper.
Sunghoon didn’t realize his hand had moved until the sound of shattering glass snapped through the room. His phone hit the wall hard and fell to the floor in pieces.
He stood there, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on the broken fragments scattered across the floor. His pulse throbbed in his ears, Fuck his friends. Fuck everything. And fuck you for letting them touch you. For letting them use you like that. Was his dick not enough? Was his attention not enough? You couldn’t stop at one—you had to take both of them?
His hands curled into fists at his sides. Heat crawled up his neck, his fingers trembled at rage, disbelief, something else he didn’t want to name. And God—fuck him, for the way his cock throbbed through it all.
—
“Baby! Miss you, miss you, miss you so much! How was your trip?”
Your voice spilled out with that same sugary tone you always used. You threw your arms around his neck, clinging tight, lips grazing his cheek, trailing up to his jaw, then to his mouth, like you had no idea what you’d done. Like you hadn’t fucked two of his friends like the filthy little cum-soaked toy you were.
Sunghoon stood still.
Not because he didn’t feel anything—but because he felt too much. Anger sat thick behind his ribs, it made his skin itch. Made his muscles tighten. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. His jaw locked as he stared past you, eyes locked on the clock ticking against the wall. Each second felt louder than your voice. Each tick reminded him to hold the line.
Your perfume clung to him, so sweet that it made him fucking sick.
God, you really had the audacity. Clinging to him like you missed him. As if those bruises on your hips weren’t from someone else’s hands. As if your throat hadn’t been used just days ago while he was away.
Pathetic.
That’s all he could think. You were pathetic.
A lying, moaning, desperate little slut who’d do anything for attention. Spread your legs for the first hand that touched you, then crawl back to him with that same fake innocence in your eyes. How many times had he fallen for it? How many times had you smiled up at him with those soft lips, pretending to be his and his alone?
He almost laughed again.
“Did you miss me?” you whispered against his ear, voice sweet like sugar melting over rot. You didn’t even know what you’d walked into.
He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
You beamed at him. He smiled back, just enough to keep the game going. Just enough to keep his hands from wrapping around your throat.
You didn’t deserve anger, not the full weight of it. You didn’t deserve to be screamed at or broken down. No. You deserved to be seen for exactly what you were and stripped of the illusion you wore so well.
That’s why Sunghoon was quiet now, laid back against the headboard, watching you beautifully ride his dick.
You rode him with that same practiced rhythm, hips rising and falling, skin gleaming with sweat. Your hands rested on his chest, fingers curling against his skin as you moaned his name.
“Ahh! Hoonie!” you gasped, head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.
Sunghoon eyebrow twitch at the way your pussy clings to his dick. His jaw slackened, eyes traveling from the way your breasts bounced with every grind, down to where your slick folds swallowed his cock, again and again.
His grip on your waist tighten, He wondered if you even knew you were showing him your tells. The little things—how your hands trembled slightly, how your moans pitched too perfectly, how your eyes kept darting open to check his face when you thought he wasn’t looking.
Guilt, maybe. Or fear. Or just the habit of someone used to performing for an audience.
He let his thumb slide along your waist. “You’re working hard tonight,” he said finally, “trying to earn something?”
You froze for half a second. Then gave a breathy laugh, hips rolling again. You threw your head back when the tip of his cock brushed that spot deep inside you, the one that made your thighs shake.
Sunghoon leaned in close, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Keep going,” he whispered. “I want to see how far you’ll go pretending like you haven’t fucked any man behind my back.”
Your breath caught hard in your throat. Eyes shot open, wide, startled—exposed. Panic spilled into your face faster than you could mask it. You looked to the side, slowly, like maybe you’d misheard, like maybe he hadn’t just said what he said.
Sunghoon sat back slightly, his eyes fixed on yours, that smirk on his face was evident and it wasn't playful, it was cruel.
You scrambled instinctively, trying to lift yourself off him, heart pounding so loud you could barely hear your own breath.
Sunghoon hands clamped around your waist. In one swift, punishing motion, he dragged you back down onto his cock, forcing you to take him all the way to the base. You let out a sharp squeal, a breathy cry of surprise as your walls clenched around him. Your hands braced against his chest, legs trembling around his hips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “You were doing so well.”
He began to thrust up into you, deep, grinding against that spot that made your body betray you. You couldn’t stop the way your breath hitched, the way your eyes fluttered shut even as shame colored your face.
“S-Sunghoon…”
“Shhh, baby,” Sunghoon whispered, almost gentle. A sick mockery of comfort. His hand slid up your thigh, then curled around your waist again. “Just ride it out. You’re so good at it.”
He smiled up at you hazy. Enjoyment, yes, but laced with contempt.
“You fucked them like this too?” he asked softly “Bounced on their cocks just like this?” His eyes dragged over your body, taking in the way your tits moved with every thrust, the way your mouth opened like you couldn’t breathe. “Moaned their names the way you moan mine?”
You whimpered, trying to press against his chest, to pull back but the moment your hips lifted, he slammed back up into you sharply. You cried out, your hands trembling where they pressed against him.
“Oh? What’s wrong?” he breathed, tightening his grip on your hips to keep you from moving. “It was easy when it was Jay, right? When it was Jake choking you on his cock. You didn’t stop them.”
He fucked up into you harder now, each thrust punishing. “But now you’re shy? Now you can’t take it?”
His other hand moved between your legs, thumb brushing your clit, with just enough pressure to send your body jolting. A cry left your throat, your hips twitched instinctively, confused between pulling away and pushing closer.
Sunghoon watched every reaction. His smile widened when your head dropped forward, shoulders shaking, your entire body caught in the unbearable space between pleasure and shame.
You whimpered, a sound choked with emotion—humiliation, arousal, panic. Everything at once. Your thoughts scattered, dizzy, your chest heaving as tears welled in your eyes threatening to fall.
“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” Sunghoon murmured. “On my cock. After spreading your legs for my friends like a filthy, greedy little thing—you’re still going to fall apart for me.”
His thrusts didn’t stop. He kept you pinned, grinding deep inside you, thumb flicking against your swollen clit.
“You are a slut, aren’t you?” he breathed. “Mine or not—you were made for this. Made to take cock. Any cock. As long as it fills you up.”
Your body jerked as a sob hitched in your throat, but before you could look away, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back.
His eyes were on fire. Cold rage underneath that made you whimper in fear. “Look me in the eyes,” he said. “I want to see what’s left. What’s left of your fucking dignity when I make you cum on the cock you were supposed to stay loyal to.”
You trembled under his gaze, lips parting, chest stuttering for breath as his thumb circled harder, relentless, synced with each thrust.
Your orgasm built fast, twisted in shame. You couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from your throat as your walls fluttered violently around his cock.
“S-sorry… I—I am… I’m sorry,” you whimpered, voice breaking as your orgasm dragged through you. Your body was shaking, overwhelmed, your skin burning with the heat.
Your head felt light as if you might float away if not for the solid grip of his hands anchoring you to him. He was still thrusting into you, slower now, but just as deep—riding your high, using your own climax as fuel to fuck you further into submission.
“Sorry?” Sunghoon echoed, a dark, breathless laugh curling from his throat. “That’s it?”
You choked on another moan, trying to pull away, but he held you tight, one hand still in your hair, the other sliding to your throat again keeping you in place like a doll.
“That’s your apology? You cum on my cock like a fucking whore and think sorry makes it better?”
He tilted his head, eyes locked on your tear-streaked face. “You begged them too, didn’t you?” he continued, “Bet you moaned for Jay just like that. Bet you looked up at Jake with those same cute innocent eyes."
He thrust up harder, forcing a strangled moan from your throat, and you hated that it felt good.
“That’s what makes you sorry?” he hissed. “Not the cheating. Not the lies. Not the way you spread your legs the second I was gone. No—you’re sorry because I found out.”
Your lips parted to deny it, but nothing came. Just another whimper, another shaky breath.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say what you are.”
You blinked at him, glassy-eyed, barely able to think past the ache between your legs, the fog in your brain.
Sunghoon’s hand came down hard across your breast, the sharp smack echoing through the room. You cried out, gasping as your back arching from the sting, skin blooming with heat where his palm landed.
“Say it.”
“I’m a slut,” you whispered, eyes shutting tight.
He didn’t move right away. Just sat beneath you, cock still buried deep, like a man in complete control. Then he leaned in, face close, his lips brushing your ear. “What?” he murmured. “Louder.”
You hesitated, swallowing the shame thick in your throat.
“I—” your voice caught, but his grip on your waist tightened, and he gave one slow, grinding thrust up into you that made your stomach clench and your throat tighten.
“Don’t make me ask again,” he said, each word coiled with threat.
“I’m a slut,” you said louder this time, voice shaking.
He chuckled, he brought both hands down hard on your ass, your body jolting forward instinctively. “Now ride it, bitch,” he said flatly.
He laid back, arms folding behind his head, eyes locked on you. You sobbed softly, body trembling, tears dripping from your chin. Your legs felt like they were giving out beneath you, but you moved, slowly, awkwardly, lifting your hips and sinking back down onto his cock. You whimpered from the stretch, your body clenching in protest.
It wasn’t pleasure anymore. Not really.
Your slick had dried, leaving just the raw friction of swollen flesh and too much use. Each downward push made you flinch, made your breath hitch. But you moved anyway, grinding your hips weakly, trying to obey.
“Why are you crying?” Sunghoon muttered.
You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t even look at him. You kept your eyes down, throat tight, lips trembling as more tears rolled down your cheeks.
“After everything you did, you’ve got the fucking audacity to cry?”
You flinched, but kept moving, trying to hold yourself up as your knees wobbled.
“I make you cum—again—even after what you did, and this is what I get?” he sneered. “You ride me so fucking ugly. Limp, clumsy, pathetic."
You blinked through your tears, heart sinking deeper into your chest.
“This is how you repay me?” he continued. “Slutting around behind my back, then giving me this?” His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into sore flesh
You gasped, hands trembling where they braced against his chest.
“If you’re so sorry,” Sunghoon said flatly, “then show it. Stop running your filthy mouth. It’s disgusting.”
He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Off,” he ordered. “This is getting fucking boring.”
Your breath caught, but you obeyed. Your legs shook as you slowly lifted yourself off of him, wincing from the rawness and the ache. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, swallowing hard, trying to steady your breath.
Sunghoon stepped off the bed, ignoring you entirely as he grabbed his vape from the nightstand. He took a long drag, smoke curled around his lips as he exhaled, head tilted slightly, eyes locked on you.
You stared at him, uncertain. His gaze didn’t soften, the moment your eyes met his, your stomach turned. That look—cold, disgusted, fully aware of your every weakness—made your skin crawl. You instinctively tried to cover your body with your arms, shrinking under the weight of it all.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Kneel.”
You hesitated.
“Kneel,” he repeated, slower, deadlier.
You dropped to your knees, the floor cool against your skin. Your palms settled on your thighs, head lowered, trying not to cry again.
He took another drag before stepping closer, towering over you. "You know what to do. Hmm?"
You nodded faintly, lips already parting as instinct took over. You leaned forward, pressing your mouth to the tip of his cock, licking slowly around the head, soft, tentative, almost apologetic.
Above you, Sunghoon sighed, his head tilting back slightly, mouth parting. His hand slid into your hair, fingers tangling at the roots. His hips rolled forward without warning, forcing more of him past your lips.
You choked softly but didn’t stop. You pressed your tongue along the underside, taking him deeper, your jaw stretching. Your eyes fluttered shut, tears slipping again.
You heard him breathe out again, pleased but quiet, watching the way you submitted—how your cheeks hollowed, how spit clung to your lips and chin.
“Deeper,” he muttered. “Don’t make me do all the work.”
You moved, slow but desperate to please, sucking him in until your lips touched the base, your nose brushing his skin. Your throat tightened, gagging softly, but you held him there, swallowing around him. Your hands instinctively gripped his thighs, nails pressing into the skin as you tried to steady yourself through the strain in your jaw and the tightness in your throat.
“Keep your hands off me.”
Sunghoon’s voice cut through. You froze, then slowly let your hands fall, resting them on your own thighs instead. The position made you feel even smaller, more exposed. Forced to hold yourself steady without any support, you sank deeper into the reality of what this was.
He didn’t look down at you with affection. There was no care in his touch, no softness in his grip. He simply pushed your head forward again, guiding you down until you were swallowing him whole.
Even with the heat in your cheeks, even as tears lined your lashes and your chest tightened with shame, you felt the ache between your legs.
The growing slickness, the way your pussy clenching with each shallow breath you took.
You hated how the humiliation bled into arousal, how the sting of his words and the weight of his control made your body want.
You sucked him deeper, every wet glide of your tongue along the underside of his shaft made your own thighs press together. Your slick coated your folds.
Sunghoon’s fingers tightened in your hair again, holding your head still as he began to thrust slowly into your mouth, using you at his pace.
“Ahh—fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, head falling back as the pleasure surged low in his gut. His stomach tightened, breath ragged. He bit down on his bottom lip, then forced his gaze back down.
There you were—eyes wide, teary, locked on him.
Your lips stretched around his cock, spit dripping down your chin, but your gaze didn’t falter. Those wide, innocent eyes. That soft expression. The contradiction of it all. His thighs tensed, another shaky breath escaping him—half sigh, half moan.
God, you looked perfect.
Too perfect.
Perfect in a way that made his chest ache. You were beautiful—painfully so. Beautiful in your face, your mouth, your movements. Beautiful in how you took him, how your tongue still moved even when your jaw had to hurt, how you kept trying to please him no matter how much you were falling apart.
It infuriated him.
You were so beautiful, it made him angry.
Sunghoon took a long drag from his vape, chest rising slowly as the heat burned in his lungs. The smoke curled in his throat while his other hand tightened in your hair, and he began to move faster.
Your whines were muffled around his cock as you struggled to take him, the slick, wet gagging sounds filling the room. He exhaled the smoke in a slow stream, the haze rising as his head fell back, a groan tearing from his chest.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Your mouth, your heat, the way your throat tightened around him—it all crashed into him at once. Every sound you made echoed through his body, feeding every lust on his brainstream.
His muscles tensed, jaw clenched, hips grinding forward again and again, chasing that high while watching you choke on him.
Painfully perfect.
Sunghoon took a drag from his vape again, his other hand gripped the back of your head, and without warning, he pushed you down until your nose pressed to his skin.
His hips stilled. He let out a long, guttural moan as he came, the pleasure crashing through him in heavy waves. Warmth spilled into your throat, his breath caught in his chest, and the smoke slipped out around his lips before it ever reached his lungs—lost in the force of the moment.
His stomach flexed, fingers tightening in your hair as he held you there, making sure you swallowed everything.
“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving.
The room fell quiet for a moment, just the sound of his breath, the faint hiss of the vape in his hand, and your muffled gasp as he finally let you go.
You pulled back slowly, coughing once, spit trailing from your lips as you caught your breath, face flushed and soaked, lips swollen from use.
Sunghoon looked down at you—still high off the orgasm, but his gaze already sharpening again. “On the bed,” he said. “Lay on your back. Spread your legs.”
You hesitated for a moment, throat dry. Slowly, you stood, legs trembling beneath you. Your mouth opened as your voice cracked out. “L-Love…”
His expression shifted instantly. The glare he gave you made your breath catch, your body stiffen. “Who said you could talk?” he snapped. “I gave you an order. Lay down. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You swallowed hard, heart thudding in your chest. The word stayed frozen on your tongue as you climbed onto the bed. You lay back slowly, your hands slid to your thighs, hesitating again until you saw him watching.
Without another word, you parted your legs, exposing yourself fully, the slick between your thighs sticking to your skin, making everything feel vulnerable.
Sunghoon stared down at you, his thoughts turned over themselves again, looping in quiet intensity.
You were pathetic. And somehow, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. That contradiction burned in him. You had the perfect face for submission. The perfect body for ruin. The perfect pussy.
Sunghoon climbed onto the bed slowly, knees sinking into the mattress as he settled between your legs. His eyes never left your face, watching every twitch, every breath. You gasped softly as his hands reached for you, fingers sliding along the inside of your thighs before spreading you wider with both hands.
His thumbs parted you carefully, deliberately, exposing the soft pink flesh that throbbed under his gaze.
Your chest rose and fell with short, anxious breaths. Heat flushed across your skin as his eyes moved lower, tracking every inch of you. He leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting over your slick entrance, close enough to make you twitch.
“Mine,” Sunghoon growled, the word thick with possession.
You moaned at just the sound of it—your body reacting before he even touched you.
His mouth found you, tongue dragged along your folds, swirling over your labia with deliberate pressure. The heat of his mouth, the wet glide of his tongue—it sent a pulse straight through your core. Your hips jerked upward, instinctive, desperate for more.
"'Hoonie!"
His nose pressed against your clit as he pushed his face deeper into you, letting your thighs squeeze around his head. The rough drag of his tongue, the way he flicked it just beneath your clit before flattening it again—it made your eyes roll back, a breathless cry tumbling from your lips.
Sunghoon’s hands slid up your body, settling on either side of your breasts. He kneaded them with slow, heavy pressure, watching you from beneath his lashes, eyes half-lidded.
He flicked his tongue faster, lips locking around your clit, sucking it once. Then his fingers found your nipples, pinching them lightly between his thumbs and forefingers. Your back arched instantly, the sudden stimulation shooting straight through your chest.
You cried out, overwhelmed, hips grinding against his mouth, trying to chase more of that friction. His grip tightened.
He moaned low into your pussy, the vibration making your whole body jolt, heat surging across your skin as your walls fluttered in response.
You almost believed for a second that the Sunghoon you knew had returned.
It was the way he pressed soft kisses to your inner thigh after you came, the way his hands shifted you from position to position with steady control, the way he fucked you so deep and slow that your vision blurred. You saw stars. Again. And again.
But it wasn’t the same.
The Sunghoon you remembered didn’t talk like this. Didn’t whisper filth into your ear with each thrust. Didn’t slap your ass raw or choke you until your moans turned to broken gasps.
Still, you took it. You let him. Because deep down, you knew that you deserved it.
“Ahh—s-stop, p-please…”
You’d lost count of how many times you’d come, how many times he’d flipped you over, dragged you back, split you open on his cock without pause.
Maybe it was the frustration in him. Maybe it was the shame in your eyes. Maybe he liked how breakable you looked under him, how pliant your body had become, how you still clung to him with every breath. Something about that flipped a switch in him. Whatever restraint he had was long gone now.
And once that restraint broke, he discovered things.
He saw it clearly.
You were a slut in the most literal sense, a body that didn’t know when to stop. A mouth that begged him to slow down while your pussy clenched tighter the rougher he fucked you. You kept saying you needed a break, that it was too much but you bounced harder on his cock every time he called you a liar.
And he was learning fast. The more he overstimulated you, the more honest you became.
The shame turned into hunger. The cries turned into moans. And your begging… it was starting to sound less like desperation.
“More… more—please, g-give me… nghh, more!”
Sunghoon kept his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he drove into you from behind. His hips snapped against your ass, each thrust deeper than the last, his chest slick with sweat against your back.
He bit his lip hard, eyes dropping to watch your body unravel. Your head lolled forward, hair damp and clinging to your neck, mouth falling open with every jolt of his cock hitting deep.
He gritted his teeth, groaning low as your pussy clamped down hard around him, spasming again.
He didn’t miss the way your moans kept rising—louder, sloppier—your voice barely forming real words anymore, just needy sounds spilling from your throat.
Your whole body was trembling, overstimulated past reason. He hadn’t even touched your clit, and yet you came again, your walls fluttering around him as your ass rocked back into his hips, trying to keep him inside just a little longer, trying to stretch the pleasure further. Your mind was so far gone, he almost wondered if you even knew where you were.
High, like on him. On the way his cock punished you. The way he filled you over and over until you didn’t care what you looked like, what you sounded like, or how broken you were getting.
“More! More!” you squealed again, the pitch cracked.
Sunghoon clicked his tongue, his arm came up fast, locking around your neck, bicep flexed tight across your throat as he pulled you back into him.
You gasped, then moaned louder despite the pressure. Your hands shot up to his arm, nails digging into the muscle, but you didn’t try to stop him.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled into your ear, hips pounding forward even harder. His cock dragged along that sensitive spot inside you with cruel precision, over and over again, and you squeezed him so tight he nearly saw white.
“Fucking hell,” he moaned through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna milk me dry like this.”
You whimpered something, eyes rolling again, mouth slack, tears mixing with sweat down your cheeks.
Sunghoon realized he could keep going for hours, and you’d never stop asking for more.
“Gonna cum, g-gonna cum!”
Sunghoon’s arms locked around you tighter, dragging your body down as he shifted his weight over you, pressing your chest into the mattress. His full weight settled on top of you, forcing your legs wider, holding you down. Your breath hitched. Vision blurred. The pressure in your core spiked as your stomach tensed, nerves screaming from the inside out.
And then it hit.
The orgasm ripped through you, your back arched beneath him, toes curling, fingers clawing at the sheets. You tried to scream, tried to say something—but your lungs wouldn’t cooperate. The air caught somewhere between your ribs and your throat. Every nerve in your body burned.
Your pussy clenched so tightly around him, it was unbearable. He didn’t stop.
“Ahhh—fuck!”
A rush of liquid spilled out of you, your body jerking, forcing his cock to slip halfway free. But Sunghoon growled under his breath and drove back in, ignoring how your walls convulsed violently around him, squeezing him too hard to be comfortable.
You tapped his arm, again, again, frantic, but he didn’t slow.
He kept thrusting, rough and deep, chasing his own high. His moans got louder, breath ragged against the back of your neck, hips slamming into you with a rhythm that felt merciless.
Drool slipped from your parted lips, dripping to the sheets beneath you as your body went limp beneath him. You tried to form words, to beg, but your voice came out broken, slurred.
“H-hurt…”
Sunghoon paused only for a second, but then he pulled out halfway, slammed back in, grabbing your hips and lifting them higher, changing the angle. His thrusts became faster, more direct, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room.
You gasped, eyes wide and unfocused, body jerking with every motion. Your body trembled under him, your legs shook, unable to hold form, collapsing slightly with each heavy snap of his hips.
Sunghoon gripped your waist harder, knuckles pale, holding you steady as he fucked deeper.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he moaned. “Gonna fuck you so full you won’t even remember their names.”
Your eyes rolled back, vision going white at the edges. The ringing in your ears drowned out everything but the heavy beat of your pulse.
Until you felt the sharp grunt against your skin. The way his cock throbbed as warmth spilled inside you. His whole body trembled, every muscle locked tight. His grip on your throat and waist tightened with that final release, pouring everything into you—rage, frustration, need—all of it buried inside you.
You swore you almost blacked out.
Your body went limp the second he let go of your neck. His cock slipped out of you, overstimulated and leaking, and without warning, he flipped you onto your back. You landed against the mattress roughly, arms falling open—one near your head, the other across your stomach, completely drained.
Your skin was pale, cold in some places, burning in others. Your chest rose and fell in shaky, uneven breaths. Eyes unfocused and drifting.
Sunghoon stood over you, chest heaving, his body shining with sweat. The bedsheet beneath you was soaked between the sweat, the slick, the mess of it all, everything was drenched.
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply, jaw tight. His eyes dropped to your pussy still twitching, so red, his cum starting to leak out, pooling beneath you.
Still riding the edge of his rage, he leaned forward and spat right onto your stomach. The wet splatter hit your skin, sliding down over the curve of your hip.
A single tear slipped from the corner of your eye, but you didn’t flinch. You just laid there, still and open, chest rising in shallow, erratic breaths.
Sunghoon stepped back, reaching for his vape, fingers trembling slightly. He took a long drag, turning away as smoke filled his lungs. His jaw stayed clenched, shoulders tight as he tried to center himself.
“N-need… m-more cock…”
He froze. Slowly, he turned, eyes narrowing.
You hadn’t moved. Still flat on your back, limbs slack, eyes unfocused. But the tears kept coming, streaming quietly down the sides of your face. Your lips were curved into a strange, hazy smile.
“Want… more…” you breathed.
Without thinking, Sunghoon moved back to you. His vape clattered onto the nightstand as he dropped to the bed, hands gripping your waist. He pulled you into him, cradling your body, his chest pressing to yours. His arms wrapped around you tightly.
You kept whispering soft, broken words that made no sense. Repeating yourself and pleading.
Your body twitched slightly, your hips shifting even now, instinctively seeking more.
Sunghoon just held you tighter, burying his face into your neck and breathing in your scent, grounding himself in your warmth and in the truth of what you were.
thinking about non-sexual intimacy with skz. chan draping your body on top of his because he likes to feel the pressure of your weight on him as a physical reminder of your presence. minho holding your hand to his cheek while you watch movies together, and you can feel his skin heat up under your palm. changbin nuzzling his face into your stomach whenever he gets the chance, going at it harder when you laugh from how it tickles. hyunjin having his hands buried into your hair all the time twirling and braiding random strands together absentmindedly. jisung resting his chin on your neck, shoulder, thigh, wherever is most convenient for him. felix tangling your fingers together at all moments like he would die without touching you all the time. seungmin pressing kisses into your skin whenever he passes by you, no matter what you're doing. jeongin moving your arms around his waist for a hug because he doesn't like to ask for it, he'll take it for himself.
this is just silly stupid little crack texts, none of it depicts my view on ateez. this is purely a work of fiction. I’ll be continuing the invisible ask game tomorrow during my chemo treatment<3
i can’t believe that there is people really hating the boycott, like we have to take action, how can you decide to do nothing when they are giving you solutions that doesn’t even involve physical action… i can’t believe there is so much people suffering, children being killed and you DECIDE to do nothing because it’s uncomfortable… if this is challenging, imagine being a kid in Palestine, imagine being displaced and bombed every day… they are losing views but PALESTINIANS ARE LOSING THEIR LIVES, wtf is wrong with people, how can you ignore what is happening
Big strong submissive men who manhandles you effortlessly and pounds you so rough and mercilessly because they think they can't fuck you good enough so they end up going overboard with it, picking you up from the bed with big strong arms and placing you right on their cock while gripping onto the fat of your ass, rutting his hips up into you fast and recklessly while whimpering and breathing heavily beneath you. His fat cock stretching your tight pussy walls around him as he's stabbing every inch of his cock deeper and deeper inside of your tight little cunny.
"Ngh- uhh fuckk mommy a-am I doing a good job??, am I making you fe-feel good??" he cries out, voice cracking as he's whimpering below you, not knowing that your pretty much fucked too dumb and good to even give him a response. But Aww it's not his fault, he just wants to make his mommy feel good and praise him, that's all :(((.
Imagine you’re going down on Toge and he’s writhing and moaning. He so badly wishes he could say the words that come to his mind but thanks to his curse technique, he can’t.
But you’re sucking him off so fucking good that he literally can’t contain the noises he’s making as his fingers dig into the sheets and pull them till they threaten to rip.
Then, by pure accident just as he’s about to come, he utters out “stop” when he really meant to say “don’t stop”
Naturally, thanks to his technique, you stop. Pulling off him completely with wide eyes and an innocent look on your face. Toge is pissed, not at you but at himself because dammit he just edged himself by accident.
I’ve been giggling for the last 15 minutes over this thought.
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