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Mar 25

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not enough? | park jay & yang jungwon

after the events of too much?

pairing: bestfriend!jay x reserved!reader x boyfriend!jungwon

synopsis: you knew what you have been doing was wrong, but you could not stop nor did you want to. until he caught you.

genre: smut, angst

contains: profanity, unprotected sex, infidelity, no remorse for cheating, morally grey characters, unethical behavior, break up, emotional distress, reader for the first time feels just a little guilty, loverboy!jungwon, confrontation, possessiveness

smut warnings: threesome (mmf), meandom!jungwon x cockydom!jay x sub!reader, dry humping, dirty talk, humiliation, name calling, degradation, finger sucking, hair pulling, jungwon is super mad and hurt, rough sex, edging, clitoral stimulation, manhandling (lika a lot) , handjob (mxm), fight for dominance (mxm), power play dominance, dacryphilia, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, pet names, begging

NOT PROOFREAD! (english is not my first language)

MDNI!

The door wasn't supposed to open—but it was too late.

The handle turned slowly under Jungwon's grip, the quiet creak almost polite, almost gentle. He stood frozen in the doorway, fingers tightening around the metal as his eyes adjusted to the scene in front of him. Right on your bed. You bent over the edge, knees on the floor chest pressed against the mattress and Jay right behind you on his knees, clothed throbbing bulge against your covered centar, fully clothed but still the act so sinful and filthy.

Jay slowed down after the sound that broke the breathless and desperate atmosphere, your gasps subduing as you raised your forehead from the fluffy duvet. Jungwon's eyes flicked to the corner of your room, to the chair that had his hoodie and sweats resting on them that he just dropped by to pick up before they were back to the both of you.

For a second, he doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. His eyes travel slowly, carefully, like he's afraid of what they'll confirm if he looks too fast.

You.

Jay.

Your silk pyjama shorts riding up your thighs, bunching right at your hips exposing your red ass cheeks, his old zip up hoodie you claimed as yours when your two started dating exposing your shoulders, under which you so carelessly wore nothing. The shorts he bought you on his last summer trip with his parents. The hoodie he cuddled you in, laughed with you in, fucked you in. Jay was pressed against your ass, his bulge so obviously visible as his movements stopped, the hand that was between your shoulder blades slowly dropping to your hip.

Jungwon's grip on the handle tightened at the sight that he needed some time to process. His chest tightened, stomach flipped, mind blank. Jay doesn't pull away. He doesn't look guilty, doesn't look surprised. If anything, he looks mildly curious — head tilting just slightly, dark eyes steady on Jungwon like he's waiting to see how this plays out.

Jungwon loves you.

He loves you in the quiet ways. In remembering the things you forget. In the way he reaches for your hand absentmindedly when you're walking beside him. He loves you in patient ways. In futures planned in his head that he never pressured you into. He trusts you. He trusts you enough that walking in on this doesn't make him scream.

It makes him go still.

And that stillness is worse. Because while something in him is cracking, audible, visible, you feel nothing at all. No rush of panic. No desperate apology clawing its way up your throat.

Jay has always been there. Before Jungwon. During Jungwon. And maybe that's the real betrayal. You didn't choose one, you chose both.

That's what makes the silence so loud, because he isn't shouting. He isn't asking what this is. He's just standing there, something splintering behind his eyes so subtly it almost looks like confusion. Like he's trying to rearrange the scene into something that makes sense.

It doesn't.

You don't move. No fear, no guilt. Jay's gaze flicks from Jungwon back to you, then returns to him. Calm. Unapologetic. Their eyes met in a fiery battle, Jay's mischief ones holding something darker behind them as they bored into the doe confused glassy eyes of the other man. And that's when Jungwon's jaw tightened and his eyes locked with yours for the first time.

His gaze drags over you again — slower this time. Taking inventory. The hoodie. The shorts. The way you're still on your knees and bent over the same bed you two were spending the most of the time when he was over.

His hoodie.

His throat moves like he's trying to swallow something that won't go down, eyes going over your flushed face, ruined hair and the dazed eyes absentmindedly searching for regret. Something. Just something that proves that you are sorry, that you made a mistake.

That this has not been going on for as long as his friends told him to watch out for.

Nothing. Just a blank hazy stare.

He clenched his jaw, biting the inside of his cheek as his gaze moved over the both of you one more time. His chest filling up with sorrow, pain that threatened to burst out any second. He gulped, nodding to himself and slowly backed out of the doorway, pulling the door closed.

He wasted no time, his harsh steps already moving toward the front door, wanting nothing else then to just leave.

Leave this suffocating apartment.

———

It's been three days.

Three days since Jungwon walked in on you and Jay. Three days of silence so complete it almost feels intentional, like he decided the absence would hurt more than any words ever could. No messages. No missed calls. No late night paragraphs sent in anger. Just nothing. You expected something louder. Expected fury. Expected him to storm back in within hours, demanding explanations, demanding tears, demanding something from you. But Jungwon didn't do that. He left. And he stayed gone.

The evening settles heavy outside your apartment windows, the sky bleeding into muted orange and dull blue. The light stretches long across the hardwood floors, catching on the edges of furniture, making the place feel unfamiliar in its stillness. You've been sitting in it for a while now, letting the quiet press against you. You don't feel particularly guilty. Not devastated. If anything, you feel suspended — like you're waiting for the consequence to finally arrive.

When the knock comes, it's firm but controlled, not aggressive, not frantic. You know it's him before your body even reacts. For a moment, you stand there, staring at the door, considering how easy it would be not to answer. To let this stretch another day. Another hour. But avoidance has never really been your style. Neither has confrontation.

You open it.

He stands there, eyes are rimmed red, skin pale in the fading light of the hallway. His jaw is tight, like he's been clenching it for days, holding something back. His hands were in his pockets, grey sweats hung low on his hips and a black shirt cascaded over his shoulders and down his torso. The combo that would have made you go feral any other day and definitely in different circumstances.

"We need to talk." He says after a moment, his voice quiet but fierce, almost commanding. He doesn't ask if he can come in. He just steps past you slowly, like the threshold doesn't belong to either of you anymore. The door shuts behind him with a sharper click than before, like he didn't mean for it to slam but couldn't quite control the force and made his way towards your couch. You followed before he stopped.

For a second he just stands there in the living room space, chest heaving up and down harsher than it should. He slipped his hands form his pockets, palms flexing into fists like he didn't know what to do with them. You can see it — the effort it's taking for him to stay composed. "I've been trying..." He starts, voice low and strained. "I've been trying to figure out what to say without losing my mind."

You move past him, letting yourself lean against the counter, arms crossing over your chest. "Okay." You murmured, almost a whisper, eyes on the floor. That one word does it.

"Okay?" He repeats, incredulous. A sharp humorless laugh escaped him and your eyes flicked up to him. "That's it? That's all you have to say?" Jungwon's voice rose now, nothing controlled about it. It fills the apartment, bouncing off walls that have never heard him like this before. "You stood there..." He continues, stepping closer. The image of you bent over, grinded into by the one person you claimed to be your childhood best friend, a brother, flashed before his eyes. "You stood there with him and didn't even look shocked. Do you know what that does to someone?" He was losing it, the anger boiled in his chest, frustration getting the best of him.

Your gaze drops briefly, not out of guilt just because the intensity in his eyes is unfamiliar. Your gaze drifts somewhere over his shoulder, not meeting his eyes — not because you can't, but because the weight in the room feels foreign. In two years, it's never been like this. You and Jungwon were easy. Comfortable. Predictable in the best ways. This feels sharp. Wrong. Tense in a way your relationship never was.

"I don't know what you wanted me to say." It's the truth, but it sounds flat when you say it. Detached.

He lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh, except there's nothing amused about it. "Anything!" He says tone sharp as run a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps before stopping again and turning to you. "You could've said anything. Told me it wasn't what it looked like. Lied to me. At least that would've meant you cared enough to try! " His angry voice bounced off the walls again, making you flinch slightly.

He got closer, a feet away. "I kept thinking maybe I misunderstood. Maybe I walked in too fast. Maybe there was some explanation I was too angry to hear. But seeing you at the verge of being fucked right in front of me, in my fucking hoodie—!" His eyes were now glossy, throat dry as he pointed to his chest, eyes searching for yours as he was at the brink of getting in your face. "It fucking hurt."

The last word comes out raw. Not shouted — torn. His hand fists in his hair before dropping uselessly to his side. The anger burns out fast, too fast, leaving something raw underneath. He squeezes his eyes shut like he's physically trying to hold it together, but the emotion spills over anyway. A tear slips down before he can stop it. He swallows hard, breath hitching once, then again frustrated with himself for crying and unable to stop.

And then the anger drains.

It leaves him standing there looking stripped of something. Smaller. He runs a hand over his face and turns away from you abruptly, walking to the couch like his legs are suddenly heavier than they were seconds ago. He drops down onto it, elbows on his knees, hands covering his face as his shoulders rise and fall unevenly.

The apartment goes quiet except for his breathing.

You move without thinking, almost weightless. You cross the space slowly and lower yourself into the armchair beside the couch, angled toward him. Close enough to see the way his fingers press into his forehead. Not close enough to touch.

You sit there.

From the outside, you look composed. But your stomach feels tight. Embarrassment prickles under your skin — not because he caught you, but because you can see what it's doing to him. He drags his hands down his face slowly, eyes red, lashes clumped together. He doesn't look at you at first.

"I loved you." Jungwon says hoarsely. No shouting now, no fire, just pure wreckage. "I loved you so much."

Your chest tightens at his state—sitting here, ruined to the core as tears kept pouring from his always cheerful eyes, now making them appear dull and lost. No sound left him except the harsh breaths he took in. "And this?" He gestures vaguely, angrily. "This is what you've been doing behind my back?" His voice rose again, ricocheting off the dull walls that surrounded you both.

You open your mouth, but the words hesitate. "I…" You swallow. "I didn't mean for it to be like that.”

His head snaps toward you, eyes sharp and overwhelming. "Then what was it supposed to be?" You look down at your hands. Suddenly they're very interesting, very safe. "I-I don't kn—"

"How long?" He interrupted sharply. Your eyes flicked up to his but the way he was looking at you, completely different and filled with rage made you look down instead, eyes on his feet. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Hesitation was pulling you back, not because you were sorry, not because you felt like it's the right thing to do—but because you knew it's going to ruin him to the rock bottom and saying it out loud feels humiliating now.

"How. Long." Jungwon spoke through gritted teeth, eyes burning as the silence made it hurt more than any answer could. His cheeks were stained and ruined, lashes wet and eyes filled with bitterness. "Since we were sixteen..." You said quietly, eyes back on your lap and the hands that rested there.

Jungwon goes still at that, not calm but just stunned. "Before me." He says, more statement than question.

"... Yes."

His head tilts back slightly as he exhales, eyes squeezing shut for a second. Another tear escapes, trailing down his temple into his hairline. He doesn't wipe this one away.

His. You were never actually his.

"It never stopped..." He adds again, no question mark intended.

"...No."

The word hangs between the two of you, heavy and relentless. He nods once, jaw ticking as he spoke back. "Why?" It came out raw, almost desperate beneath all the rage as his bottom lip trembled. "Was I not enough? Did I do something? Tell me what I did wrong."

"You were enough." You say quickly, finally looking at him fully. There's uncertainty in your voice now. Shame threading through it. "I do love you—" His hollow laugh made you stop, he shook his head as tears continued to fall. "You love me...?" He repeats bitterly. "That's what's insane. You love me and you still kept going back to him." You don't have a clean explanation. That's what embarrasses you now — not being caught, but not understanding yourself.

"I don't know why." You admit, quieter. "It was… familiar. It started before you. I thought I could just separate it and love you. I didn't think it would—" You stop, swallowing. "I didn't think you'd find out."

The second it leaves your mouth, you see the damage. His face tightens, anger surging back to the surface. "Do you know how fucking ridiculous and selfish you sound right now?!" He yelled in frustration, his vision becoming blurry again as he tried to compose himself, but the tug at his chest that he felt was too much. "So you were just going to keep doing it?" Jungwon asks as his voice lowered into something more dangerous, eyes narrowing with disbelief and pure mockery. "Just keep lying to me and let me be stupid."

You hesitate, a deep breath of yours cut through the tension. "Yes." The honesty slices clean. He inhales sharply, like the air burned on the way in. Tears spill freely now, but his posture straightens instead of collapsing. The anger doesn't fade it refines.

"You love me..." He says slowly, wiping his face roughly with the heel of his hand, almost as if to try to get to his head. His eyes are still wet, but they're sharper now. Harder. "And you still couldn't stop." You don't argue.

"You were never mine. Never." He spoke softly to himself, nodding and reaffirming as his muscles tensed at the thought. Something changes in him then, not the hurt, not the anger. The direction of it. He leans back against the couch, shoulders squaring as if he's made a decision. His breathing evens out, though his eyes are still rimmed red, cheeks still damp.

"Call him." He says.

You blink confused. "What?"

"Call Jay." His voice is steady now. Controlled. The tears are still there, but they don't soften him anymore. They just make him look more unhinged. "Tell him to come over." Your pulse jumps. "Why would I do that?" A bitter, almost cocky smile pulls at his mouth — broken at the edges, but real.

"Because if he was comfortable enough to touch you in my clothes..." He says, leaning forward slightly, gaze locking onto yours with something dark, wounded and furious all at once. "Then he can do it while I'm sitting right here."

He wipes at his face once more, not hiding the tears — just clearing them out of his way.

"Go on." He adds quietly, voice low and sharp. "Let's see how brave he is when I'm not walking away."

Your fingers feel colder when you reach for your phone on the table with accumulating hesitation. For a second you just stare at the screen, your reflection faint against the black glass. You can feel him watching you, not blinking nor moving. Tracking every small hesitation like it means something. You scroll to Jay's name thumb hovers over it.

"Put it on speaker." Jungwon says. You glance up at him instinctively. His jaw tightens. "Speaker."

You press the call button.

The ringing fills the apartment in slow, steady pulses. Each one feels louder than it should. You become hyper-aware of your breathing. Of Jungwon's. Of how close he's sitting.

Jay picks up on the fourth ring.

"Hey." He answers, voice warm and casual, like nothing in the world is wrong. "You okay?" You feel Jungwon's gaze sharpen. "I'm fine." You say, and you have to consciously steady your tone. Not too soft or too intimate. Just neutral.

There's a pause on the other end. Then a low chuckle. "You sure? You sound weird." Your throat tightens. Jungwon leans back slightly on the couch, arm stretching along the backrest, eyes never leaving you. He looks almost relaxed now. That scares you more than when he was pacing.

"Can you come over?" You ask and there's no explanation not any kind of buildup. Just your usual. Another pause. Longer this time. "Now?" Jay asks, tone shifting slightly. Curious. "Everything okay?"

"Yes." You answer too quickly. Then you correct yourself. "I just… want to see you." Jungwon's mouth twitches at that. Not a smile. Something sharper. His throat burning as he gulped down the lump, his Adams apple bobbing from the restraint.Jay hums softly on the other end. "Alright. I'll be there in fifteen."

"Okay."

"Door unlocked?"

"Yes."

"Good."

The line clicks dead and the silence that follows is thick and immediate. It presses against your ears. You lower the phone slowly, placing it on the coffee table like it might explode if you move too fast. Jungwon hasn't shifted. He's still watching you, eyes dark, unreadable now.

"Fifteen minutes." He repeats quietly. You nod once. He exhales through his nose and drags a hand down his face, not in distress this time — just thinking. Processing. His eyes flick around the apartment slowly, as if he's seeing it differently now. As if he's mapping it.

"Does he usually come that fast?" He asks calmly. You hesitate before gulping. "Sometimes." His jaw tightens slightly, but he nods like he expected that answer. His gaze doesn't leave your face. "And when you call him..." He continues, voice low, almost steady. "Is it usually like that? No explanation. Just 'come over'?"

There's no accusation in his tone — just something searching. Something that wants to understand the mechanics of it.

"Yes." You admit.

He presses his lips together for a moment, staring at the floor before looking back up at you. His composure is intact, but there's something fragile flickering underneath it. "Does he know what side of the bed you sleep on?" He asks, the question hits differently. "What?" You muttered, eyes narrowing in confusion.

"Does he know..." Jungwon repeats slowly, eyes fixed on yours. "That you curl toward the wall when you're stressed? That you steal the blanket even when you're the one who said you weren't cold?" Your throat tightens. Embarrassment creeps up your neck — not because he's accusing you, but because he sounds so sure. So certain of knowing you. Like Jay wasn't there your whole life.

Like he didn't know all that before him.

He swallows hard, Adam's apple shifting, and even though his tone remains controlled, his eyes gloss again. "Does he know you hate when the lights are completely off? That you leave the bathroom door cracked so there's some light coming in?" His voice wavers just slightly at the end, but he pushes through it. "Does he know you talk in your sleep sometimes?"

You don't answer right away.

That silence hurts him more than if you had. "I memorized those things." He says quietly. "I thought that meant something."

"It did." You say, softer now, less detached. He lets out a faint, broken breath. "Did it?" You don't know what to say to that. He inhales slowly, like he's trying to swallow something too big. "Was he there after we fought?" He asks suddenly. "When you'd leave my place upset. Did you go to him?"

You hesitate.

That's answer enough.

His lips part slightly. He looks away for a second, blinking hard. "Did he fuck you when you were still mad at me?" He asks bluntly, the word heavy, deliberate through gritted teeth. Words spat out with disgust. "Did you let him touch you just to forget me?"

"Yes." You admit, the confession almost a whisper but it still reached his ears. He nods once, slowly, like he expected it and still can't quite accept it. His lip curls slightly. "God."

"Still had my marks on you—" He continues, the words coming out sharp, almost vicious laced with disbelief. "And you let him touch you anyway?"

It usually was the other way around.

You wanted to say it, wanted to make it clear. That everytime his eyes lingered longer on the marks on the most intimate parts of your body, brows furrowing in recollection as you told him he was the one that left them in the midst of orgasm— in the heat of the moment, were actually not his. But you knew that it would only tear him down more, your mouth opened slowly;

"Yes."

He lets out a short, broken laugh that sounds more like something tearing. A tear rolled down his already ruined face, but it just makes the anger look worse. Jungwon studies you for a long moment, and you feel exposed in a way you haven't all night. Not because he's yelling. Not because he's crying.

Because he's calm now.

The seconds stretch.

You can almost hear the clock ticking somewhere in the apartment. Fifteen minutes suddenly feels like a lifetime. He stands abruptly. Not aggressive, just decisive. Your muscles tense anyway. He walks slowly toward the hallway that leads to your bedroom, pausing just before disappearing from your line of sight. He looks back at you once.

"This is where it usually happens, right?*

Your heart stutters. You don't answer.

He doesn't need you to because he already walks down the hall. For a moment you stay frozen in the armchair, staring at the empty doorway. The weight in your chest grows heavier, something closer to unease now. Not fear. Just the realization that you don't fully know what he's thinking anymore.

After a few seconds, you stand up steps fats enough following him. Because you don't want him alone in there. Because you don't want to see what he'll do with that silence. You stepped into your room and there he was, already on the edge of your bed. Sitting and waiting. His hands were supporting him as he leaned onto them, eyes skimming over each and every corner of your space. The one he thought he was the only one to know till the tiniest atom, till the most intimate edges.

A bitter smile raise itself on his lips as his eyes were stuck on the chair in the corner, his hoodie and sweats still there, the same as the other day. The one day he came to pick them up and saw his girlfriend and her supposed friend dryhumping each other into the mattress.

"Jungwon—"

"You know what's funny?"

He looked back at you, eyss meeting and cutting through you. A small smirk on his lips, but his eyes still red and glossy. "Everyone told me to actually watch out for your friendship with him..." You just stood there, still and stiff. "Each one of my friends." He said, forehead creasing in pure judgment. "But I did not listen to any of them. None." He mockingly shook his head slowly, eyes never leaving your bland ones. "Why? Because I wasn't an insecure piece of shit. Because I believed you, trusted you." His eyes flicked down your form. "Never ever have I even suspected you..."

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, again. Some kind of shield that you hoped would stop all the words he spilled to get through you. And it helped. Your face was cold, avoidant. His presence irking something in you that badly wanted to just tell him to get out. To finally leave you alone so you could breath in your own space freely.

His laugh was quiet at first. Not amused. Not even loud enough to fill the room. Just sharp enough to cut. He pushed himself up from his hands so he could sit straighter,His eyes wandered to the hoodie on the chair again, then back to you. "Was it exciting?" He asked casually. "Doing it in the same places we did it? On the same bed?" He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his thighs now. He sneered at your silence, rolling his eyes.

"In my clothes too? Disgusting." He spat out with venom, hands back behind him as he leaned back again, manspreading as his gaze moved again over you, over your crossed arms, evaluating. Jungwon's eyes dragged over the sheets around him like they disgusted him.

"God, you couldn't even change them?" He muttered. "Or was that part of it? Keeping everything the same so you didn't have to feel how easy it was to replace me?" His eyes flicked to your crossed arms again. "You look so calm. It's insane." He shook his head. "I walked in on you grinding on someone else and you're standing here like I'm the one making a scene."

Another breath. Ragged this time.

"I defended you. I told everyone you weren't that type of girl." His lips twisted. "Guess they knew you better than I did." You flinched at that. Subtly. But he noticed. His chest vibrated with a low chuckle. Then softer. Colder. "I was proud to call you mine."

A pause.

"Now I just feel stupid."

The uneasiness set low in your stomach, dipping beneath the feel of nerves that poked at you. Especially since you heard the front door. Your head looked over your shoulder toward the slightly opened door of your own room.

Your eyes snapped back toward the man in front of you, sitting and watching your every move. "Looks like your fuckbuddy is here." Jungwon's voice was low, a whisper as his brows flashed up. Your chest tightened at that. Nerves screaming and saying that you should not have called Jay, should not have let this happen.

Should not have even opened the door to Jungwon at the first place.

But now as Jay's steps echoed through the hallway, hand on the handle as he pushed the door open—there was no going back.

Jay's eyes scanned the scene, stopping for a second at the doorway before actually stepping in and pushing the door lightly closed behind him. His eyes furrowed, but when they locked with Jungwon's red ones, it all was clear. A corner of his mouth raised, gaze scanning the boy sitting leisurely on the edge of your bed. Your back was turned to him, but one second was enough for Jungwon to stand up abruptly, grab your upper arm harshly, fingers furiously digging into your muscle as he turned you around, pushed you into Jay's chest and spat out; "Kiss him."

"Woah dude! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Jay's hands grabbed you, steadying you against him as he took a step toward Jungwon, eyes furious at the way he pushed you carelessly. "Jay. Don't." But the moment your soft and low voice reached his eardrums he took a step back, eyes scanning your face.

And that broke Jungwon even more. The way you spoke, hands clutching Jay's shirt as he obeyed your words so carelessly—stopping the same second you opened your mouth to just listen what you had to say.

"Go on. Kiss." Jay didn't look at you when Jungwon said it, he looked at him. Slowly. Lazily. Like he had all the time in the world.

A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, not amused but entertained. "Relax." Jay muttered. "You sound desperate." Jungwon's jaw ticked, his lungs burning. Jay's eyes flicked to you then, briefly and assessing. Your tense shoulders. The way your fingers were slightly curled against his chest. The way you weren't moving.

Then he huffed a quiet laugh. "You really think you can order her around?" He asked mildly, tilting his head. "You don't get to do that." The air shifted making Jungwon take a step forward. "Don't act like you won something." Jay's smile widened — slow, sharp. "Didn't I?"

That did it. The tension in Jungwon's posture snapped tight, ready to lunge, but Jay didn't back down. If anything, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "You walked in on us, right?" He said casually. "So you already know."

Your stomach twisted as you silently winced at that. Jungwon's hands clenched at his sides. Jay looked back at you properly this time and something in his expression softened for a split second. Not tender. Just certain.

"Go on." Jungwon repeated, voice harsher now. "Kiss." Jay didn't hesitate. His hand slid up to your jaw, not rough but firm enough to guide your face toward him. His thumb brushed along your cheek, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving Jungwon's as he leaned down.

"Since you asked so nicely." He murmured and then kissed you. Not rushed and messy but calculated. His lips pressed against yours with slow confidence, tilting your face slightly to deepen it just enough to make it unmistakable. His other hand settled at your waist, steady and possessive, pulling you half a step closer into him.

The room went silent except for the faint sound of breath and your mouths smacking. Jay kept it slow, intentional. Like he was proving a point with his eyes never leaving Jungwon's over your shoulder. The room feels like it's shrinking. Jungwon's breathing turns uneven. "You think this makes you tough?" He snaps, but neither of you pull away. Jay hums softly against your lips, like he barely heard him.

And that's it.

That's the moment something in Jungwon snaps. He moves fast. His hand shoots forward, grabbing the back of your hair — not gently — fingers tangling and tightening at your scalp as he yanks you back toward him.

The kiss with Jay breaks abruptly.

"Jungwon—" You barely get out before he pulls you flush against him. His mouth crashes against yours, rough and desperate, nothing slow or controlled about it. It's not tender nor careful.

It's angry. Possessive.

His other hand grips your waist hard enough to drag you with him as he pushes forward — and Jay doesn't move fast enough. Jay's back slams into the door with a harsh thud, the wood rattling loudly behind him. The impact makes the door swing shut with a sharp bang that echoes through the room. Jay winced at the rough slam against the door and the weight of your back pressed against his chest. Jungwon's hand pressed on your waist, pushing you harshly against Jay. His front was flush against yours as they trapped you and his mouth moved against yours furiously. You moaned hands gripping his shirt, trying to pull him closer.

For a split second everything is just breath and tension and the sound of fabric shifting and your humms against your boyfriend's lips. Jungwon pulls back first, but only barely, his grip still fisted in your hair, chest rising hard.

Your lips are swollen, breath uneven, hands still tangled in his shirt. For a second, no one speaks. Jay exhales slowly behind you. Then he laughs. Low and breathless. "Jesus." He mutters, rolling his shoulders despite the door pressing into his back. "You're losing it." Jungwon's head snaps toward him, eyes blazing. "Shut up."

But Jay doesn't.

Instead, his hands slide from your waist to your hips, steadying you — not to pull you away, but to shift you slightly. Just enough so he can lean forward over your shoulder.

Close.

Too close.

"You that jealous?" Jay murmurs, voice taunting, lips inches from Jungwon's. Jungwon doesn't step back. He doesn't hesitate. Their foreheads almost knock before their mouths do.

It's not soft. It's not curious. It's violent.

A clash of teeth and breath and pride, anger pouring into it like fuel. Jungwon grabs Jay by the collar, shoving him harder into the door as their mouths press together in something that feels less like a kiss and more like a challenge. You're caught between them, back against Jay's chest, Jungwon's body still flush to yours, heat and tension caging you in as you registered what's going on.

Jay makes a low sound in his throat — not surprised. Not offended. Amused. He grabs Jungwon's jaw, fingers digging in just enough to tilt his head, kissing him back just as harshly, controlled and deliberate. Like he refuses to be the one overwhelmed. The door rattles again from the force of it. Breathing turns ragged and when Jay finally pulls back, it's only an inch.

His lips are slightly parted, gaze dropping briefly to Jungwon's mouth before returning to his eyes. "Didn't know you were into that, loverboy." He says, voice rough but cocky. The nickname felt like a jab at Jungwon's chest as it heavied uncontrollably.

You on the other hand felt the switch in the room. The two hot bodies pressed up against you, Jay's bulge against your ass, grazing your covered ass cheeks as Jungwon's hips pushed and pressed you back against the man behind you. Jay's hand slides up your side again, steadying you against him

Jungwon's hand pressed next to Jay's head, holding himself and bracing as his hips rutted against your front. You moaned out, spreading your thighs as you tried to connect your center's, your hands grabbing at Jay's hips behind you, trying to lean back and position yourself.

"Jungwon I—" You were interrupted when his palm trailed around your jaw, fingers digging into the bone before his digits entered your mouth. And you just took it. His two fingers thrusted into your warm cavity in synch with his hips that grinded against you. Jay's gaze flicked over to your head that leaned back onto his shoulder, sucking on fingers that you so wordlessly took—no protest. The tension doesn't break.

It mutates.

Jungwon's anger doesn:t cool — it burns hotter. Jay's smirk lingers just a second too long, and Jungwon's hand slides from the door to Jay's collar again, gripping tight. Not to shove him away this time. Not to separate.

To pull him closer again.

"You think this is funny?" Jungwon breathes, fury shaking through him. Jay doesn't look away.

That does it.

Jungwon kisses him again — not wild this time, not clumsy. Controlled rage. His hand stays twisted in Jay's shirt as their mouths meet, hard and deliberate, like neither of them is willing to lose ground.

You're losing it too. The fire in your belly consumed you as your tongue dances around his long digits, humming as he pressed down on your tongue, your warm muscle heavy against his fingertips. Your thighs felt weak, arousal pooling between them with each passing second.

This is bad. This is so bad.

What is happening is so wrong.

Jay's hand tightens at your waist, fingers flexing as if to steady himself — or you — and instead of pulling away, he deepens it. Matches Jungwon's force with his own. The door thuds softly from the pressure of their bodies shifting again. You feel it, the way they stop pretending this is just about you. It's about dominance, about pride.

It's about who folds first.

Jungwon breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale, chest heaving, eyes blazing. His fingers left your mouth, wet hand comes to your jaw, turning your face toward him, his thumb pressing firm against your cheek. "You like this?" He asks you, voice rough, furious. "You like watching us lose it over you?" Your breath stutters, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, pupils blown as you looked up at him, heart hammering inside your ribcage abnormally. You gulped, his nails leaving marks into your jaw.

Jay leans in behind you, lips grazing near your temple, not kissing — just close enough to be felt, and it made goosebumps arise on your skin. "She does." Jay says lowly and Jungwon's eyes snapped to him. "Shut the fuck up."

But he doesn't move away. Instead, he crowds closer again, pressing you tighter between them, like none of you are willing to be the first to step back. His anger is still there, sharp and unstable, but it's tangled now with something else. Something magnetic. Jay tilts his head, breath brushing Jungwon's mouth again. Teasingly. Jungwon's eyes were blazing, lashes wet as he gritted his teeth.

You were breathing hard, the closeness making you dizzy. Everything seemed to narrow down to just them. But still, the way your heart hammered in your ears made you actually pause, keeping you still tethered to the reality. You blinked, Jungwon's shirt squeezed into your hand as you tugged at it at an attempt to make him look down at you again. "Won... Please stop." You muttered, gaze searching for his own as he was not moving, eyes still blazing into Jay's, their faces just an inch apart. His chest was heaving under your hand, you could feel it, the way it was vibrating with every shaky breath he took.

Even if his emotions were concealed by anger, you knew he was still the soft and hurt boy you knew. You knew it with certainty, he just needed to snap out of it.

But you would lie if you said his current burst of rage didn't unsettle you. It was unfamiliar. It made you unsure, retract and let yourself suck the emotions and feelings he never let himself show in front of you, at least not this intense and eruptive. Still your hand tugged at the fabric of his shirt again, but the only reaction was a smirk. A smirk in Jay's face as his eyes went over his face, down to his lips before moving back to his eyes.

Jungwon's hand left your jaw as it traveled down to your arm. His nails dug into your flesh as you hissed and he moved back, finally letting you breath as he pulled you harshly over the room and toward the bed. He sat down on the edge, glaring at the man who stood leaned against the door with a lazy smirk on his face. Jungwon's muscles tensed with a surge of annoyance. "Jungwon what are you—"

You stumbled, barely catching yourself as he dragged you across the room. The distance to the bed felt longer than it was. He shoved you ahead of him and dropped down onto the edge of the mattress, shoulders tense, jaw locked tight. Across the room, Jay lazily crossed his arms, a slow infuriating smirk curling his lips. Like he was enjoying the show.

Jungwon's expression darkened.

"Please just—"

"On your knees."

The words were flat. Worse than if he had shouted as he cut you off. He spread his thighs, one hand still wrapped around your arm. He tugged once — sharp — pulling you closer. His eyes flicked up to yours, blazing, not loud anger but something colder. Your knees hit the plush carpet between his legs. The impact was soft, but the command behind it wasn't.

He didn't look at you again right away. Instead, his gaze locked back onto the man by the door. "You like watching?" Jungwon asked quietly, tilting his head just slightly. "Then watch." His fingers undid his sweatpants, hooking into the waistband and tugging them down together with his boxers. His other hand rested firmly at the back of your neck— not forcing, just there. A reminder.

Jungwon's hand moved fast enough around his semi-hard length, stroking with fast and urgent tugs. He let out a whimper, brows furrowing as he felt blood rush to his cock. His hand was dry, uncomfortablly dragging down his girth as he felt the heaviness against his palm, precum slowly oozing out the tip. You placed your hand on his knee, trying to steady him, snap him out of the seizure of frustration—trying to maybe cool him off. "Baby, just—"

"Don't fucking baby me now. Open your mouth." His hand moved from your neck and up, his digits tangling at the back of your hair. He gripped your roots, making you wince silently as your eyes flicked to his.

And when your eyes locked you knew he was not stopping.

Jungwon's felt his now fully hard cock pulse, tip raging for stimulation, hot precum leaking. Is this really happening? Are you really going to suck your boyfriend off in from of your best friend?

But your mouth still parted, eyes looking up at him through your lashes, face poker. Jungwon guided his head to your dry lips, his hips adjusting against the mattress, moving right onto the edge as he pushed his tip between your warm lips. He slid in with no sugarcoating, his length filling your mouth as he pushed your head down. You hollowed your cheeks, tongue flat at the bottom of your warm cavity as he filled it.

"She likes it when you get rough, doesn't she Wonnie?"

The nickname rolled teasingly off Jay's tongue—the nickname only you called him, only you uttered when you two were alone. Jungwon's teeth grinded against each other, eyes still down on you as his cock was slowly getting swallowed by your plush lips. He pushed you head down harshly, till your nose hit his abdomen and your throat constricted against his tip. You grabbed his thighs, nail digging into the fabric of his sweatpants.

Your eyes went shut tight, tearing up as you struggled to breath from the sudden feeling of pressure against your uvula. The words attempted to get out, to make him release his grip on your hair, but the sound only came out muffled and broken. "Was my dick not enough for you?" He spoke, feeling the vibrations against his head as the poor sounds left you. "So you had to always go back to him?"

He pulled your hair, making you glide up against his length, mouth still tightly shut around it, saliva dripping off the corners of your mouth. And you were again down his cock, the vein on the side pulsing against your warm cheek. "I didn't fuck you good enough?" He muttered, his abdomen flexing at each drag of your familiar warmth around him. "Or were you just a whore the whole time?"

His digits tightened as he kept on dragging you up and down with aggressive tugs. You peered up at him, eyes stinging with salty tears, ruined. Your body felt assaulted, just from the way he was handling you—strong forearms flexing as he made you blow him, his eyes dark and slanted, the look something you never ever saw. His moves were sharp and pent up, he kept on lowering you till your nose reached his pelvis, till his balls were covered in your saliva and his hot precum. You groaned against him each time he slammed against the back of your throat with no mercy, his hips slightly thrusting up to make it more painful.

It did hurt. But the way he was holding you, gazing down at you had the ache between your legs pulse, drool all over your underwear—slick and wet. You pressed your thighs together in endurement, fingers fisting his sweats at your sides as your eyes went tight shut with his hips meeting your head halfway.

Jungwon did not move his eyes from you, pants escaping him with every angry thrust he delivered to your mouth as you let him abuse it. He bit his lip, the image that flashed through his mind of you letting the man just a few meters away have you the same way made his blood boil, breath hitching as he groaned. "You like this?" He muttered darkly, voice low and venomous. "You like when I'm like this?"

His jaw flexed again, teeth grinding as he shot a glare toward the man by the door — daring him to speak again.

"Don't look at him." Jungwon snapped immediately at the feel of your resistance, fingers tightening just enough to force you harder down his pulsing cock, the pure action of you trying to get air triggering him as you wanting to go to Jay. "You don't get to look at him." Jungwon's hand stayed firm at the back of your head stopping, not forcing movement now—just holding you there like a display.

He tilted his head slightly as he scanned your face, lips curling in something colder than a smirk. "You really have no shame, do you?" He said quietly, his fingers tightened just enough to remind you who was in control. "Back straight. Knees apart." He ordered flatly, like he was correcting posture. "If you're going to suck my dick, at least do it properly." His eyes dragged slowly over you — not admiring. Assessing. Saliva was creating a mess, some of it trickling down your chin, some dripping down the underside of his cock, some clinging to your streched lips around him. You readjuated your knees on the floor, getting them away from one another as your pussy throbbed, the pulse in your clit making your thighs quiver.

"You always pretend you're hard to get." He continued, voice edged with mockery. "But you fold so easily. Each time." A low exhale left him, almost disappointed.

"Tell me..." He went on, tone deliberately humiliating as he guided you down, filling your mouth to the brim again with his hard girth. "Does it make you feel important? Being fought over when all you really are is… convenient?"

His fingers aggressively angled your face up, his tip hitting your mouth plate as he kept you there eyes glaring down at yours. Movement stopped again. You were ruined, all too fucked out and mouth tired. Your gaze almost begging him to stop—or destroy you. "You don't even look embarrassed." He muttered. "Is that because you enjoy this?"

The stare was overwhelming. One of your cramped hands went down his forearm that held you up. Fingers wrapped around his strong wrist before you moaned around him, vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him as he inhaled and closed his eyes. And you shamelessly urged him to push your head down, tugging at his wrist as you tried to move over his cock against his grip.

Jungwon's eyes snapped open the second he felt you tug at his wrist, urging him for more. For a moment he just stared down at you breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he was trying to contain something too big for his ribs. Then his expression shifted. Not softer. Not gentler.

Crueler.

"Shameless." He muttered under his breath, and he way he started thrusting into your mouth as he guided your head made you close your eyes shut again. Tears pricking at the corners of your lids, nails dug into his forearm, bracing as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

His grip tightened in your hair, not letting you guide anything, not letting you set the pace. You didn't get to control this. You didn't get to decide how far it went. Jungwon panted with each gag you suppressed, hissing at your nails as they marked his skin deeper even through the material. You cried out against his pulsing cock, tears rolling down your flushed face. Scalp felt like it was screaming in agony. Throat already bruised.

Jungwon's could feel the way your jaw slacked, surrendering as you try to keep up. But he felt the shake of your shoulders and the way you are crying around him now, tears streaming down your pretty face, saliva coating his cock more with each plunge as some dripped down onto the fluffy white carpet.

He moans at the tight feeling in his pelvis, hips meeting your mouth in harsh thrusts. He pants and grunts as he chases his high that was so close. Across the room, Jay had gone quiet.

Too quiet.

His lazy posture had disappeared. His arms weren't crossed anymore. His stare had sharpened, focused entirely on the way your body reacted, the way you trembled, the way you clung. And the way Jungwon handled you. He was watching now. Not smirking anymore. Not teasing.

Watching.

Your back faced him completely, your body framed between Jungwon's legs, every small movement visible from where he stood. The way your shoulders shook when Jungwon made you go down on his cock. The way you didn't pull away.

Like you knew Jungwon's rhythm by heart.

His pants felt too tight, the fabrics restraining his already hard member. Each whiff of air felt suffocating and flaming. His tongue ran slowly over his bottom lip as he shifted his weight forward. His gaze darkened, following the way Jungwon handled you — the roughness, the control, the claim.

Jay exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his own jaw, the lewd sounds you two let fill the room making his head spin. "God." He muttered under his breath at the way Jungwon's another moan resonated through the room, followed by your poor attempt to moan back.

Then he moved. Before Jungwon could react, Jay closed the distance in a few long strides. His hand shot forward, gripping your arm firmly, not gently. Jungwon's fingers loosened at the suddeness of Jay's movement as he pulled you away from him, snatching you harshly making your mouth separate from Jungwon's throbbing length, leaving him just at the brink of his orgasm.

Jungwon's eyes shot up to Jay, his chest heaving up and down as he panted, gaze cutting through the other man. Your knees barely steadied as he rose you on your feet before Jay's hand was at your waist, lifting you up and tossing you back onto the bed beside Jungwon. The mattress dipped under your weight. Jay glanced at Jungwon as he dropped his jacket down onto the floor, quick to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. "My turn." He said with cockiest smile on his face, letting the shirt meet the floor.

You raised yourself on your elbows, face ruined, throat feeling stuffed even if you had nothing in the way now. And Jay was over you, his weight pressing you onto the mattress as he smashed your lips together, your saliva and salty precum that clung to your lips make his hungry kisses messier and filthier. He tilted his head, letting his tongue drag against your swollen bottom lip before smashing your lips again. You moaned, one hand moving to his cheek, deeping the kiss, letting your tongues caress. His thumb brushed your chin as he kissed you, collecting the liquid before he pulled back just an inch, thumb raising to his mouth as he sucked off the obscene wetness that coated it.

Jay didn't hesitate.

His mouth trailed lower, slow and deliberate — not rushed, not clumsy. He kissed down your jaw, your throat, letting his teeth graze lightly over your skin before soothing it with his tongue. Every movement felt intentional. Like he knew he was being watched.

Your focus shifted completely.

The room narrowed until it was just the weight of him above you, the warmth of his hands sliding over your waist. His fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt, dragging it upward inch by inch, exposing more of you to the cool air and to Jungwon's stare.

He didn't rush pulling it off. He made a show of it. Fabric peeled away, discarded somewhere on the floor leaving you in your bra. Jay's eyes dragged slowly over your body before dipping his head again, pressing a kis over your decollete, lower… lower. His hands followed, thumbs brushing along your sides as if mapping you out.

Just centimeters away from your heated bodies, Jungwon sat rigid. Upper body turned to you both a palm supporting him against the duvet, cock throbbing and neglected, standing tall and pulsing. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle ticked near his temple. His hand curled into a fist against the bed, nails digging into his palms as he watched Jay' every move. And the thing that made him almost cry out in pure disappointment and rage. The necklace. The matching necklace you two had. A silver chain right around your neck, resting on the same chest Jay trailed his kisses over. The same one he is wearing right now under his shirt, the same one you chose.

It made his lips tighten, jaw hurting from all the pent up emotions as his eyes flicked back to the whole scene. Jay's fingers slid to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down in one smooth motion. He didn't look back at Jungwon — but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, like he could feel the fury burning into his side. Your breath hitched when Jay settled between your thighs, his knees meeting the carpet as he pulled you toward the edge.

He didn't touch you right away. He just looked at you, really looked, eyes dark, lips slightly parted, like he was savoring the sight of you undone. His eyes danced over the ruined underwear that stuck to your puffy folds, drenched and tempting him.

Your fingers tangled into the sheets as he leaned down, his mouth brushing over your inner thigh first. Not where you expected. Not yet. You shivered at the feeling of his wet lips against your trembling flesh. Your arousal spreading wildfire as your mind had only one task to conquer. To come.

Jungwon's breathing grew heavier. He saw the way your body arched slightly. The way your lips parted. The way your focus had completely shifted — locked onto Jay. His teeth ground together. Jay's hands slid up your thighs, spreading them wider as he lowered himself further, pressing slow kisses higher, closer, teasing without giving. Teasing you till your pussy burned in desire. Your elbows gave out, muscled trembling and head tipping back against the mattress. A soft sound left you before you could stop it. A whine.

That sound snapped something inside Jungwon.

His eyes darkened further, chest rising sharply as he watched the way you reacted, the way your hips moved instinctively toward Jay's mouth, dick twitching at the sight.

He didn't interrupt.

He didn't step in.

He just watched.

Every twitch. Every breath. Every quiet, needy sound.

Jay nuzzled his nose into your wetness, inhaling with delight your essence through the thin fabric. You purred, hands fisting the sheets by your sides as you rolled your hips up into his face. Jay let his tongue taste the mess you made, leaving a stripe form your hole and up to your covered clit. "Jay..." A whimper left you at his familiar touch that never failed to unravel you. He let his tongue glide over— up, down, up, down— enjoying the slick that coated his senses. "You taste amazing angel..." The nickname rolled of his tongue, a mocking tone underneath that made Jungwon stiff. Jay's eyes traveled to the man that had his eyes glued to your cunt and his mouth that kept running all over it. Jungwon's eyes flicked to Jay's. Jay smirked. "... like always."

The words made Jungwon's rage flair, but still he kept on observing. Jay's attention was back to you, hands traveled up your thighs evoking goosebumps as he grabbed the waistband of your underwear and pulled it off. The string of arousal snapping as he pulled them away from your slick folds. "A fucking mess, aren't you?" He chuckled as you whined with hips urging him to do something, anything.

His fingers dug into your thighs, right after throwing the panties over his shoulder, pushing them far apart and his mouth was against you. His jaw slack as he engulfed your slit in his warmth, sucking and teasing. You rose up on your elbows again, hands hurriedly finding the bra clip at your back and undoing it, throwing it somewhere on the messy floor and eyes back on Jay. He peered up at you, hair falling over his dark hungry eyes as he let his tongue circle your clit, flicking and rolling it just right. You took a sharp breath in, your hand down to move the hair from his forehead, digits tangling in it—not pushing him against you, just holding the hair out of the way.

"Fuck... Yes... Right there."

Your needy voice encouraged him, praising as you watched the way he played with your spread pussy. He knew the right pace, knew the right moves. His lips wrapped around your clit, pulling it with harsh suction that made your toes curl, teeth dig into your bottom lip and eyes fight to stay open. The wet sounds were echoing the room, slurping and lapping of his too obscene. Broken sounds left you, hands gripping his scalp as you threw your head back. Jay smirked against you, chin and nose drenched as he kept on assaulting your pulsing folds, toying with it the ways he only knew and wanted.

He pulled away for a second. You whined, head returning to look at him, face dazed. His eyes danced over your raw flesh, your hole that clenched around nothing, your puffy clit, your puffy lips. Everything was slick and messy, some of it dripping down onto the sheets from how embarrassingly wet you were.

And was there a better way to make it filthier than to let a glob of spit drop down from his lips and right onto your clit. And he licked it up right away, dragging the tip of his tongue through the slick mess before spitting again, this time lower, your pulsing entrance. He slurped it all up again. Messy.

Your musles trembled, eyes were heavy and wet as you tried to supress the sounds that were bubbling up right in your throat. You pressed your lips tight, face felt like it was on fire as he tongue fucked your cunt, tip of his warm muscle prodding at the entrace, feeling your gummy walls spasm.

Your arm gave out, your back flush against the mattress again as you lost the grip on his hair too. You whined and whimpered, eyes tight shut as you concentrated on the building pleasure. "Jay!" You cried out when his big palms found your breasts, calloused thumbs stroking your nipples as he sucked on your bundle of nerves feverishly.

Your back arched against his touches. You felt your body flare up, everything dulling. The know in your abdomen grew bigger with each flick of Jay's thumbs against your hard peaks, each drag and suck of his ravenous mouth against your slickness. Everything felt overwhelming, you arched against him—but in the midst of it, your head turned, eyes searching for the sad and angry ones.

Jungwon's.

His eyes moved from Jay's assault to your red face. Hair disheveled, body bare. And your almost hazy and lost gaze bored into his angry eyes. Your trembling hands reached for his wrist, a loose grip around it. "Jungwon..." You whimpered out, low and rough. Voice at the brink of giving out from the way the other man ate you out.

Jungwon stared back, face blank. The warmth from your burning body made his own skin burn. But he did not move yet. His mind was processing everything. You spread out just an inch away from him, letting Jay have you in the most filthy way he could imagine. If you let this happen right next to him on your bed, what did you let Jay do to you when you were alone?

The thought teared his chest in half, his breathing heaving. Everything seemed to narrow down to the image of you two before him. The way you moaned Jay's name. The way you moved his hair with care from his forehead as he lapped you up. The way your body was attuned to him, moving in synch and perfection disguised in familiarity. That tore him down.

Your nails dug hard into Jungwon's wrist, moans and gasps leaving your parted lips. It snapped his attention back to the man between your thighs that had no intention of stopping, only going at it more passionately a she made out with pussy. Spitting. Flicking. Sucking. So there was nothibg left.

Your arched harder against him, hips chasing his mouth in despair. You were close. Jay felt it. And Jungwon saw it. The way your muscles tremored, your chants of pleas escaping you with a need so insatiable. Your lower stomach flexed, eyes going shut tight as you gripped Jungwon's wrist with strength so messy but firm. Almost. You were almost there.

But suddenly the stimulation stopped, right at its peak. The heat dissappeared from your thighs, making you whine desperately as you raised your head, body sweaty and trembling. Slowly realizing you were not holding Jungwon anymore. "You are not making her cum." Jungwon spat out into Jay's face after he peeled him away from you. Jay sat on the floor, a cocky sneer making it's way out of him as he peered up at Jungwon who got into his face, still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jay purposely let his tongue dart over his bottom lip, nose and chin stil drenched. He rose himself on his knees, shoulders rolled back as he spoke. "Says who?" His brow flashed up, teasing the other as he got slightly closer, their breaths mingling as Jungwon did not budge. "Me." Jungwon murmured, low and rough. The air was laced with greed. Jealousy. Possessiveness.

Jay scoffed, his grin widened as he got closer, knees dragging against the carpet. "Oh yeah?" Their gazes fought in unspoken silence, your harsh needy breathing steadying slowly as you observed. Legs still spread, sheets a mess and arousal pooling even more at the sight of them. You gulped, something actually uncertain growing in you with their overwhelming stare down, faces just centimeters away. The tension threatening to snap into fists or something far more questionable.

Jay wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving Jungwon's. That smirk didn't fade, it sharpened. "You're just jealous." He said quietly, almost amused. Jungwon's jaw flexed. In one swift motion the distance between them disappeared in a second—chests brushing, breaths mixing as theirs noses bumped. The fury in Jungwon's eyes met the challenge in Jay's, and neither of them pulled back.

It wasn't hesitation—it was collision. Jay grabbed Jungwon by the collar and pulled him in. Their mouths crashed together hungry and rough. It was teeth and heat and possession, like they were trying to swallow each other whole. Jungwon responded instantly, one hand gripping Jay's jaw hard enough to tilt his head, the other fisting into his shirt. The kiss deepened into something competitive, lips parting, breaths turning uneven.

You could still feel the echo of Jay's mouth between your thighs, your body trembling from being left right there. Almost there. And now they were devouring each other over you. Jay raised himself with force, grabbing Jungwon's knees as he pushed him until his back hit the mattress, Jay following immediately, caging him in.

Their mouths didn't separate.

Jay's hand slid into Jungwon's hair, tugging just enough to draw a low sound from him, pressing his covered painful bulge against Jungwon's leaking hard cock. He pulled back barely an inch, just enough for their lips to brush as he murmured, voice rough and taunting—

"You really think you can outplay me?"

A smirk ghosted over his mouth, and he let out a quiet, teasing moan, deliberate and slow as he rolled his hips against Jungwon's raging length that was harshly pressed against his shirt, precum staining the black fabric as Jay's sweats rubbed against it—just to see Jungwon's composure crack.

And it did.

Jungwon's eyes darkened instantly. His grip tightened. The teasing tone vanished from the air as he surged upward, flipping them over in one sharp motion. Jay's back hit the mattress now, and Jungwon was above him, breath hot, expression furious. The kiss that followed wasn't playful anymore, it was territorial. Jungwon's hand pinned Jay's wrist into the sheets as their mouths met again, deeper, rougher —like he was claiming something. Like he needed to prove something.

Jay didn't resist.

He grinned into it, hips bucking up in search of friction. You were still there beside them, chest rising fast, thighs tense, watching the way they fought for control over each other through nothing but mouths and hands and raw, heated pride. You felt the sudden sharp burn between your spread legs, throbbing that's seemed to worsen the more you stared at the scene right by you. You pressed your thighs together, the slickeness sticking and fusing your flesh together as you whimpered at the feel. You let your musles squeeze, rubbing the trembling legs together in search of a relief, eyes glued to the scene.

Jungwon finally pulled back just enough to look down at Jay, lips swollen, breath unsteady. "You really think I'd let you?" Jungwon hand teased the waistband of Jay's sweats. Jay's eyes flicked down and back to Jungwon's. "You are pretty bold. I'll give you that." Jungwon added, hand dipped in his underwear with no warning, fingers grazing Jay's hard cock. Jay shuddered at the touch but his attitude did not let down, he smirked and answered. "Please... If she wanted you that badly I wouldn't still be here."

Jungwon's fingers wrapped around the wet heavy length, harshly tugging it with fast strokes. Jay took a sharp inhale through his nose, eyes closing for a second as squelching noises filled the quiet room. Jungwon's hand glided with ease, the precum that kept oozing out Jay's pulsing tip drenched his hand in seconds. Jay's breathing changed, teeth gritted as he rose himself up on elbow in some kind of intended assertion. Jungwon kept on rapidly moving his hand, trying to get some kind of reaction from the other—reaction that showed surrender. Submissiveness. But Jay did not give any. His chest was moving erratically but no sound dared to make his way out through Jay's gritted teeth.

A thin layer of cold sweat emerged on his skin, gaze burning Jungwon's in a way too intense. Jungwon didn't slow. If anything, his movements stayed deliberate and punishingly steady —not frantic, not sloppy but controlled and intentional. His eyes never left Jay's.

Jay's breathing had changed heavier now but his smirk clung stubbornly to his face. "You're trying too hard." Jay muttered, voice strained but still edged with mockery, jaw threatening to go slack. "Is that what this is? Proving something?" Jungwon's eyes darkened at his breathy tone. "Proving?" He repeated, almost amused but there was no humor in it. "You think I need to prove anything to you?" Jungwon slightly squeezed Jay's cock as he kept his rhythm. Jay's composure faltered for half a second. A sharp inhale, flicker in his eyes. But he recovered quickly.

Jungwon's teeth ground together again, fury flashing bright and immediate. He could feel the heaviness of Jay's pulsing length. The way is was burning up, tip overly sensitive and leaking more and more with each glide that Jungwon provided. He leaned down, their foreheads almost touching. "She folds for whoever pushes hard enough." Jungwon snapped, twisting his wrist, the move that made Jay let out a groan before continuing. "That's the problem."

Jay's eyes flickered briefly toward you who was looking in awe, then back to Jungwon. "Yeah?" He said softly, breathing sped up, pelvis growing with pressure that threatened to snap any second. "Maybe if she wanted you that badly, you wouldn't be trying this hard to prove it." The air snapped. Jungwon's kept on stroking him fast. The furious moves made Jay close his eyes, abs flexing with unexplainable strength. He let out low whimpers, hips raising from the fluffy bed to fuck up into Jungwon's fist that kept assaulting his sensitive cock. His briefs were a mess, all sticky and wet. His balls felt full. Too full before he felt his body shudder. Jungwon did not stop. The white semen shot out of his tip, the warm liquid coating his cock and balls, Jungwon's palm ruined and stained with cum. Jay threw his head back, hips still working their way into Jungwon's moving hand till there was no more left.

He hissed at the last thrust, breathing steadying gradually and Jungwon's tired hand stopped all the work. Jay's breathing finally began to steady, chest rising and falling as he dragged a hand down his face. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced with something more dazed, more raw. Jungwon didn't look at him anymore. His gaze had already shifted to you. You were still there — lips parted, thighs pressed together, eyes wide in a way that only made something darker settle in his chest.

He released Jay's used cock, pulling out his hand from Jay's underwear, cum dripping from his fingers and palm as he crawled toward you. Weight of his stare made you completely enchanted eyes on his moving figure as he grabbed one of your ankles and pulled your thighs apart. You obeyed. You gawked at him kneeling tight between your calves, stills away but still so close. His grip on your ankle tight and steady. You trailed your gaze over his covered shoulders, down the fabric of his shirt before you stopped on his erect cock. It stood tall and throbbing, the painfully red head smearing the hot precum all over the black material, leaving small strings of wetnees. His sweats and briefs were still clinging to his hips, bunching right under his heavy balls.

Your folds burned. The sudden throb almost made your hips raise from the bed. Jungwon scanned all of it, catching each linger of your heavy eyes on him. He almost scoffed. Instead, he brought his stained hand over to your lower stomach, the thick liquid clinging more and more the longer it stayed on him. And before you could register what he was doing, he wiped his hand on your stomach. A sharp inhale entered through your nose, his nails dug into your ankle keeping you there. "There..." He started, making sure to clean all of his hand against your sweaty, warm skin. "Since you like his cum so much." Your breath hitched at that.

Jay shifted besides both of you, pushing himself up off the bed. He didn't interrupt and didn't speak. He just swung his legs over the edge and stood, still catching his breath. His boxers all ruined, he could feel the stickiness of his own release coating his skin. It felt too messy, his nose scrunching in sensitivity.

Jungwon's stared you down as he grabbed the hem of his shirt, finally pulling it off and throwing it somewhere on the floor, forgotten. His tense muscles felt finally free, pecks slightly flexing at the sudden feel of air against his heated flesh. He continued, his hands finding the waistband of his pants before he kicked them off too, together with his underwear ending up on the cute fluffy carpet.

Completely bare.

You two were now complete bare.

But your eyes flicked up to his neck. The small silver chain he always wore. The samr one you have around your neck. And you gulped. The perception was quickly pushed out of your senses since Jungwon's hands were already on you.

He turned you sharply, pushing you forward until your palms hit the mattress. He pressed between your shoulder blades, bending you down without hesitation as a gasp left you. Face down, ass up as your cheek meet the mattress. The mattress dipped as he positioned you, his grip firm at your hips, adjusting you exactly how he wanted.

Across the room, Jay moved slowly, deliberately.

He grabbed the desk chair at the side of the bed and dragged it out slightly, the sound scraping faintly against the floor. He turned it around toward you both before lowering himself into it, breath still uneven. He shifted in the chair, adjusting himself as he leaned back, elbows resting on the armrests. His eyes found the scene fast — not smirking, watching.

Jungwon's hands settled on your hips. He didn't grope. Didn't tease. He just held you there, fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to ground you in place. Your breath came out uneven.

He said nothing.

That was worse.

His thumb dragged slowly along your lower back, up your spine, then back down again. Measuring. Memorizing. Reclaiming without needing to announce it. From the chair, Jay exhaled softly. "Quiet now?" He muttered, voice low but edged, eyes stuck to your arched figure before flicking to Jungwon for a brief second.

Jungwon's shoulders tensed. Still no reply.

Instead, his grip tightened slightly on your hips, pulling you back an inch — a silent correction. A reminder of who was physically there. Your body reacted without thinking, arching subtly into his hold, a low moan of affirmation at his move left you.

Jay noticed — of course he did. A slow, almost taunting breath left him.

Jungwon's hand slid over your ass and down. Right there where you needed him the most. His thumb run through your slick folds harshly. You bit your lip, muscles tensing and toes curling in anticipation. The pad of his thick digit found your puffy bud and the moment he felt it pulse against his finger, he started leaving fast tight circles on it. Your fingers curled into the sheets, eyelids dropping. Your lips went agape, brows furrowing at the deliciously familiar pattern against your clit.

"Jungwon..." You breath out, followed by a gasp. The pace he rubbed you with so overwhelming that it made your throat dry, hips trying to meet his hand but also run. Jungwon's eyes were stuck to the way your wetness covered his hand. The way your puffy lips swallowed the tip of his thumb as he kept the pressure consistent and rhythm steady. The other hand on your hip, grounding you in place, fingers firm against your skin.

Whimpers left you with each roll of his fingertip. Rough and claiming. Possessive. You let out a low moan, hips moving back against his hand. Pleasure built, the stimulation hitting your nerves just right. Your mind turned fuzzy, only narrowing down to your clit and the way he played with it.

Until Jungwon stopped his movements, moving his hand down, lower. Fingertips grazing your stomach. Right where he smeared the remnants of the other man. The man that watched. Jungwon collected it, his thumb drenched in cum as he returned to your slit. You gasped again, the feel of it mixing with your arousal making you jolt. Jungwon rubbed your clit again, squelching sounds filled the room as he mixed the thick cum with your slimy wetness.

The sound of you gasping filled the space between all three of you. Jungwon didn't slow, his movements stayed firm, deliberate — controlled in a way that made it clear he wasn't losing himself.

He was choosing this. His fingers pressed harder, drawing another broken breath from your lips. Your body trembled beneath his hold, hips instinctively trying to chase the rhythm he set. "You don't even care whose it is, do you?" He muttered, voice low and edged with something raw.nHis thumb kept its steady pace, never faltering. "You just want it." He added, quieter, feeling your clit get too puffy. Too aroused. "Anything that makes you feel full."

Jungwon moved his thumb up to your clenching and pulsing entrance. Quickly filling your hole, thrusting in and out, making sure the cum is pushed inside. Your fingers twisted into the sheets at that, your walls clamping his digit that mercilessly entered your heated pussy.

Slightly away from the bed, Jay shifted in the chair. The faint creak of a seat reminding you he was still watching. Still there. Jungwon noticed the way your breathing hitched at the sound.His hand tightened on your hip immediately, finger possessively setting a pace. "Don't react to him." He said flatly. "You don't get to." You moaned out, forehead creasing and sweat emerging on your flushed skin.

"You're soaked." He continued, jealousy bleeding into every syllable, eyes tracing your face that was pressed cheek first into the bed. "From him. From me. Doesn't matter, right?"

Your thighs trembled harder. A whimper escaped you when he pulled his thumb out, your walls collapsing back against each other. Jungwon's eyes scanned your side once more. The messy hair sprawled on the bed. Your flushed cheek. Your nose that flared with each breath you took.

The necklace.

The necklace that was around your throat, a small white pearl pendant laying leisurely on the bed from your neck that was pressed against your mattress. A tug at his chest. Again. He gritted his teeth, eyes threatening to tear up. "Fucking bitch." He muttered, rage and hurt slipping through cracks of confidence. You heard it. The words made your eyelids slightly open, pants leaving your dry lips, drool slipping and damping the duvet.

And before you could actually process it, he pushed in, his hand guiding the head of his cock against your entrance and splitting you open. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, burying your face into the bed, eyes going tight shut. Jungwon's hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers curling there and pressing hard. You swallowed him with ease, cock gliding with slickness as he set a pace right away. He gritted his teeth, hips slamming against your ass sending your body jolting against the bed. Your eyes teared up, moans muffled as your face nuzzled into the duvet deeper.

Jay could feel himself get hard again. A tent forming again in midst of all the mess. But for the first time he could not look away, not because it had him horny, not because he wanted to join. But because he felt like he was watching something he should not be apart of. His gaze stayed on both of you. The way Jungwon fucked into you with fury, the way you were at his mercy, at the verge of suffocating. He noticed earlier the way Jungwon looked at you, the way something in his expression cracked before he swore at you. He could see his eyes slightly tearing up before he slammed into you.

Jay simply stayed quiet by the side, ignoring the growing ache between his legs and not doing anything about it. Simply observing.

Your knuckles were white form all the gripping on the sheets. Jungwon rammed into you — your gummy walls taking it, every single angry thrust. His forehead dipped forward briefly, hovering near your shoulder but not touching. Jealousy radiated off him in waves — thick, suffocating, restrained only by sheer force of will.

He didn't need to speak. The tension in his hands said enough. The way he held you like something that was his, something that had slipped, said the rest. The way he fucked into you like you were never his, never something he cherished or cared for. Jungwon didn't slow.

He couldn't.

Every movement was sharp, controlled only by the thin thread of restraint he still had left. His hand stayed firm at the back of your neck, holding you down. Not to suffocate you, but to keep you there. To keep you with him. Your breath broke against the sheets beneath you, fingers twisting tighter into the fabric at each slide of his cock into your sopping hole. At every feel of his tip kiss your walls at is slid through with ease. Arousal dripped down your thighs, the back of them red from all the skin on skin contact.

He leaned forward, chest nearly flush with your back now, and for a moment his forehead almost touched your shoulder again. Almost. "You feel that?" He muttered, voice rough, strained as he felt you squeez him. "You feel how angry you make me?"

His hips didn't lose their rhythm. "You always liked when I was gentle." He went on, words slipping out harsher than he meant them to. "When I took my time. When I made sure you were okay." A bitter huff of air left him. "You don't get that now."

You made a broken sound beneath him—half pleasure, half protest—and it only made his jaw tighten more. "I looked at you like you were something special." He said, the hurt starting to bleed into his tone whether he wanted it to or not. "Like you were mine."

Another sharps thrusts. Controlled. Deliberate.

"And you still let him touch you."

There it was — the crack. His grip faltered for half a second before tightening again, as if he was angry at himself for even letting that slip. "Tell me..." He demanded quietly, breath hot against your skin. "Was I not enough?" Your body reacted instinctively to his pace, but your silence felt heavier than anything you could've said.

Jay sat frozen in the chair, watching. Not aroused now, just witnessing. He saw the way Jungwon's eyes glistened, even as he tried to blink it away. Saw how his mouth tightened every time you made a sound. How his anger wasn't just about pride—it was about loss.

Jungwon bent closer, voice dropping lower right by your ear. "I would've given you everything." He said, almost to himself with eyes teary. "Soft. Slow. All of it."

His pace didn't soften. "But you chose this instead." Your back arched beneath him again, not from pain or fear, just from the overwhelming mix of sensation and emotion crashing together.

He swallowed hard, jaw trembling for just a second. Jungwon knew it wasn't that deep. You were just for two years together, not like you were married or anything. He knew that he could just let it go, suffer in silence for a couple of days. Let his friends help him, have his fun at this young age. He is fucking twenty two, at the end of the day.

But he couldn't. He cared. He cared too much and that was the biggest flaw of his. The one that is his downfall.

"You don't get to ruin me." He said quietly, the rage thinning around the edges as his fingers flexed around your nape, hips slamming frantically against yours. "And still expect me to hold you like you're fragile."

Another sharp breath left him. "I'm not the one who broke this." His hand at your neck loosened slightly—not enough to release you, but enough to show he was holding on for himself now, not just to control you.

By the side, Jay stayed silent. Because it didn't feel like a competition. It felt like watching someone fall apart in real time.

Jungwon raised himself, teeth gritted as he still held your neck down. His eyes went over your spine, over your trembling shoulders, fisted hands as you clawed at the sheets. Your arch that he would never get tired of seeing. And finally his gaze dropped to the way you took him. The way your folds drooled all over his length, walls sucking him in as he slammed hard. His cock was coated with your mixed essences. And Jay's.

And fucking Jay's cum from earlier.

He felt the sudden burst of anger inside him, the overwhelming feeling that overpowered the pleasure. He pressed your face harder into the mattress, angling his hips as he felt the pressure in his pelvis grow. He leaned forward, body hovering over yours as he fucked you into the bed. You couldn't do anything but take it, crying into the sheets as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

"Baby!" You raised your head, eyes ruined and teary as you called out to him, voice trembling and needy. "I'm gonna cum." You hiccuped, neck and cheeks all flushed and wet. The nickname made him groan, only fueling his anger. "Don't fucking call me that! You don't deserve to..." His voice trailed off, eyes spilling tears. They dropped down his lashes and warm cheeks, staining his skin with a burning path — and he let them. His other hand moved down over your hip and found your bud. He rubbed it aggressively, slick coating his hand as you gasped. "Fucking whore." The words left a bitter taste in his mouth. For the first time meaning it. An ache shot through him as tears dropped down his face.

Your ears started ringing, everything shutting down as you could feel the wave coming. His unrelenting thrusts and rubs on your clit pushed you further before it snapped inside of you. You screamed, burying your face into the wet sheets. Your hips tried to move back against his, but you couldn’t. Orgasm shook you to the core as you spasmed around his moving cock and against his rapid fingers.

He fucked you through it, thrusts never faltering as he let your clit rest as it throbbed with aftershocks. He finally released your neck moving to hold himself up over you as he grabbed your chin and turned your head to the side. He brought the stained hand to your lips, pushing it forcefully into your warm cavity. And you took it, mind hazy and mushy. You wrapped your lips around his digits, sucking off your arousal that coated them. Jungwon could feel his dick twitch inside you at the feel of your tongue dancing around his fingers.

He sniffled, eyes closing as he pulled them out supporting himself with the other hand too. Mattress deeped at the sides of your head as he was completely over you, hovering as his hips drilled you into overstimulation. You bit your lip, your pussy burning and aching as you endured. "Wonnie—" You whined, each drag of his against your walls felt too good but at the same time too much.

Jungwon's breathing turned uneven. His grip on the mattress tightened near your head, knuckles whitening as he hovered over you. His lashes were wet, clumped together when he blinked, but he didn't let himself slow.

Each thrust grew sharper at the end, not wild but desperate. Like he was chasing something that kept slipping just out of reach. "Don't say it like that." He muttered hoarsely when you whimpered his nickname. His jaw trembled for a second before he clenched it again. "Don't make it sound sweet." Your body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed, toes curling at the feel of him twitch again inside of you.

Jungwon felt it too, the way you responded to him no matter how angry he was. His brows pulled together harder, a broken breath escaping him as he drove into you again deeper and rougher. As if trying to erase the thought of anyone else ever being there.

"You're not mine." He rasped, voice cracking at the edges. "You don't deserve it." That was the last thing he managed before the control snapped. His hips stuttered, rhythm breaking as he pushed forward and held there, body tensing, a low moan leaving his throat as white ropes of seed shot deep into you.

He didn't pull away, he stayed inside you fucking everything deeper and deeper. Making sure not a drop gets out. The roughness at the end had been almost punishing, not to hurt you, but to claim something back. To fill you completely. To make sure there was no question about who had been there last. You moaned out at his rough punishing thrusts, spreading your knees more to let him have his way. Let him claim you.

Jay was stiff. His eyes sucking in everything that was going on in front of him. He just watched Jungwon's shoulders rise and fall, watched the way his fingers trembled slightly where they pressed into the mattress.

Jungwon swallowed hard, still hovering over you, his hips finally stilling. For a moment, the rage was gone. All that was left was the sound of his breathing and the quiet fragile aftermath of a jealousy that had finally burned itself out. He gulped, hand coming up to wipe his runny nose, tears already dry. With a heavy heart he pulled out, you hissed at the emptiness, body aching and too tired as you finally let your hips meet the bed. He got off the bed, back turned to your sleepy figure that was dozing off, eyelids too heavy. He grabbed his shirt, put it on. He grabbed his underwear and sweats, steadily getting them on, snapping the waistbands down on his hips.

Jay stayed quiet, watching Jungwon get dressed with no words, not daring to even readjust on the chair from the overwhelming silence that took place except your hard breathing. You somehow mustered the strength, turning yourself over and holding yourself on your trembling elbows. Glossy eyes went over Jungwon's back as he adjusted his sweats.

And when he turned around and your eyes met, for the first time he looked emotionless. You opened your mouth to say something. But no words escaped your dry throat. Your eyes flicked lower in shame. In compassion. Your chest felt tight for the first time tonight. He raised his hand up to his neck, fingers dug into his shirt as they hooked onto the silver chain. It snapped. The chain snapped as he snatched it off his neck. He threw it at the bed, the small pendant lending right by your feet.

"I hope he was worth it."

And he turned around and left. The door clicked shut behind him, steps echoing further and further before the click of the front door followed.

Silence.

You looked down at the small chain, eyes flicking to to the door. Your eyes turned glossy in seconds, tears gathering behind them threatening to fall any second.

You gulped in an attempt to swallow the lump in your throat but it only tightened. Your chest felt tight, overwhelmingly full of something you could not put a finger on. Your heart felt like it was going to burst any second, like it's about to die down. Your gaze flicked down to your lower stomach. The evidence of Jay right there. Smeared and stuck. The feel of Jungwon's release leaking out of you, made you grit your teeth. But you could not stop the hollow feeling that followed.

"He left..."

You whispered, voice strained and a little too quiet. Your bottom lip trembled slightly as you fought the tears that were scratching the back of your eyes, gaze boring through the door that he closed a minute before.

Jay stayed leaned in the chair.

He didn't look at you at first. Just stared at the floor, jaw tight, hands clasped loosely between his knees. The room felt different now. Heavy and wrong. The heat from earlier had burned out, leaving only the echo of the door shutting and the image of Jungwon walking away.

Jay's gaze flicked up once quick and almost hesitant, taking in the way you sat layed there staring at the door, small and shaken. Something in his chest shifted.

This didn't feel like a win. It felt like he'd stepped into something fragile and watched it break. He leaned his head back slowly in the chair, eyes drifting to the ceiling.

And for the first time since it started, he felt like he shouldn't be there at all.

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! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!

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#i dont usually read male x reader #but what the hell #this is so good??#are u shakespeare??

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