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I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONEEEE

YOURS (MAYBE?) | part II

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader x jay

GENRE: enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, humour, angst, cunnilingus, fingering, choking, blowjob, squirting, multiple orgasms, cum in vag, praises, degradation, double penetration in one hole, threesome, lots of kissing, slight body worship, aftercare, mentions of nicknames, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 17.3k out of 34.2k words!

SYNOPSIs: Your best friend’s wedding was supposed to be the well-earned vacation you’d been dreaming of, the perfect escape and much needed breather. Instead, you’re stuck sharing a room with your ex-rival, and the previously quiet, enigmatic boy from university, both seemingly perfectly poised to turn this trip into a carefully orchestrated plan to woo you. Alternatively: Challengers, but your playground isn’t a tennis court, it is the bedroom which you share with Jay and Jake.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.

PART ONE: here.

A/N: hihi loves <3 sorry for the delay but here is the final part! a lil birthday treat from me to you guys, i hope you guys will enjoy it! all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

Chapter 9: Which one is the boyfriend?

Waking up to the sunlight was one thing, but waking up to the sound of two deep voices fighting, yeah that was your limit, the worst part being that you were in the middle of this chaos.

Jay was still laying behind you with his arm slung over your waist, meanwhile Jake was in front with his leg tangled with yours, one hand casually resting on your hip.

They hadn’t moved much overnight, but they held you like it was the easiest thing in this world, but their argument? Yeah you’ve had enough.

“Why the fuck did you elbow me?” Jay whispered.

“You’re literally breathing down on her neck as if you’re a vampire,” Jake replied.

“And you? Holding her like a stupid Koala,” Jay retorted, “your Australian roots are showing.”

“Yeah, it’s too fucking early for this bullshit,” you said and they froze.

Jake smiled softly, “you’re awake.”

Jay didn’t bother moving his arm, “good morning, baby.”

God you needed to leave this room stat.

You shifted slightly—and regretted it instantly because it made Jake’s hand slide lower and Jay’s thigh brush your ass. You were just a second away from exploding.

“Off. Both of you, right now,” you snapped.

“Hm—how about no?” Jay mumbled, pulling you closer to him.

Jake yawned, shifting close too, “why, princess? Don’t you wanna wake up with some love, hm?”

You groaned, “I want to wake up alone.”

“Love how you lie so easily, it’s always been your habit, hm?” Jay mumbled.

You shoved the blanket off of your body, finally getting away and up to get ready for the big day. That’s when you saw your reflection in the mirror, disheveled. Your top ridden up, your hair a mess, and warmth creeping up your face. The boys looked at you with lazy grins, shirtless and low sweatpants doing nothing to make you feel better.

You didn’t have an ounce of defence left in you now.

Then came a knock on the door, Winter’s voice waking you up fully, “babe, we’re starting makeup and hair in ten, Karina says you’ll have plenty of time with your boyfriends later so get ready right now.”

“Coming!” you called back, voice cracking from sleep and stress

“So you admit that we are your boyfriends?” Jake smirked and you groaned again.

“Where’s our morning kiss then?” Jay only added, stretching his arms over his head.

“You’re not getting anything,” you gave them a fake smile and they chuckled.

Jake grinned, “that’s not what i felt at 2 a.m.”

Jay walked past, brushing your shoulder, “pretty sure her thigh was making promises, that she’s not keeping right now.”

“Touch me again and I swear to God—”

“Tempting,” said Jake, winking at you.

“Where do you want me?” Jay added.

“Goodbye,” you muttered, shutting the bathroom door close, groaning inside and sliding down the door, clutching your poor heart, “how will I survive another day?” You asked yourself.

It took you ten minutes, your new record time, to take a shower and get into your robe, walking out mindlessly to run straight into Jay’s chest.

You couldn’t catch a break by any means.

“Still mad?” He asked innocently.

“Jail time for you actually,” you mumbled.

Jake stood by the closet, already half dressed in black dress pants and a white shirt he hadn’t buttoned yet. “If you’re done threatening us, princess, we brought you coffee.”

You looked at the cup in his hand, hesitated, then took it. Silently.

Jay raised an eyebrow. “No insults?”

“I’m saving them for the reception.”

“Can’t wait.”

Winter’s voice rang down the hall, “Y/N, the glam squad’s here! Don’t make me come drag you down now!”

You sighed and turned to leave—but not before Jake whispered behind you, “see you at the altar, angel.”

Jay added, “try not to miss us too much.”

You didn’t turn back, just walked out, sipping your coffee like it wasn’t the only thing keeping you from turning around and launching yourself at them again.

It was chaos the second you stepped into the makeup room, hair dryers were roaring, lashes were flying and were over the floor, and Winter was shouting something about lip liner not being the perfect shade, Hyuck was also there eating lipgloss cause he swore it tasted good. Mark was asking the hair stylist to do his hair in a way that makes it look less fried, Karina was pacing in a robe with a clipboard, muttering to herself like she was planning a war (she was).

You barely stepped in before Isa waved a brush at your face, “sit. No talking. You look like you made out with a pillow, geez, Y/N what happened?”

“I did make out with a pillow,” you muttered. “And was groped by two grown men in their sleep.”

“Jealous,” Winter said, fanning herself to dry off the eyeliner.

A few minutes of peace were granted to you then, before the door opened—and chaos followed as the two gremlins walked in.

Jay strolled in first, sharp in an halfway unbuttoned dress shirt and black slacks, sleeves rolled. Jake trailed behind, already halfway done with his tie and holding two coffees like it made him morally superior (it didn’t).

“Oh absolutely not, leave both of you before Y/N runs away again,” Karina said, not even bothering to look up.

“We’re just here for moral support,” Jake said, already by your chair.

Jay leaned in, smirking at your reflection, “you look stressed. Need a morning kiss?”

“You need a fucking muzzle,” you said, fanning your face and letting the makeup artist take over while Jake handed you another coffee, saying that it’s kinky.

“Sedate them please,” Yunjin called out, giving the boys a look.

Then a bridesmaid walked in with your dress after a few minutes of peaceful silence.

“I can help zip her,” offered some sweet, unaware cousin of Jeno, who was free and standing by the sides, getting acquainted with Yeonjun.

“No,” Jake said immediately.

Jay stepped forward, “that’s actually not necessary.”

“She has a boyfriend,” Jake added unhelpfully.

The room turned silent, even the makeup artists were intrigued by this point at the drama unfolding in front of them.

You coughed at the statement, looking at Jake like he was crazy, he himself froze at what came out of his mouth.

“She does?” Jay asked, raising brows.

“Well, yeah—it’s me,” Jake shrugged.

The room exploded into laughter with Isa nearly dropping her curling wand, and Beomgyu falling down as he choked on his croissant.

“I’m actually going to murder you,” you muttered, grabbing your dress.

“Need help with the zipper?” Asked the stylist behind you.

Jay and Jake moved, fully pushing each other to reach you first, and you looked at them with a face of disbelief.

“Okay, so this is kinda funny,” Karina laughed.

You sighed, “fine, you come in, no comments, just shut up and help,” you said, pointing at Jay.

You shut the door behind, getting into the dress first and then trying to do the zip by yourself, however, the luck wasn’t with you because it got stuck, you sighed and opened the door to actually let Jay in now, watching Jake mutter something in disbelief.

Jay stood there, eyes scanning the silk of the dress clinging to your frame. His fingers twitched once—then he stepped closer, one hand brushing your hair off your back.

You turned, holding the top of the dress in place. “Zipper, that’s all,” you breathed out.

He stepped closer, his fingers finding the zipper—warm, almost steady. He started pulling it up, slow and careful. Too slow for it to be normal. His knuckles grazed your spine with every inch. The silk clung tighter to your body, and his breath hitched.

You felt it. You felt him behind you—close, warm, too still, not being able to move. Then he stopped.

You opened your mouth to ask what was wrong, but then you felt the warmth of his lips brushing your skin.

Right at the base of your neck.

You gasped—soft and startled, and let out the tiniest whimper you didn’t mean to make.

That’s when you heard it, his low groan, “Fuck,” he whispered, then, under his breath, “Y/N.”

He kissed you again—deeper this time, lingering, as if he couldn’t control himself, not when you looked like that, not when he had you in his arms.

You reached back instinctively, your hand brushing his at your waist, and it suddenly made you realize what was happening, enough to remember how to speak.

“Jay,” you breathed as a warning.

“I know,” he murmured against your skin. “I just needed a second, god, you really do enjoy fucking me up.”

You turned to face him, dress fully zipped now, breathing shallow, he was still too close, eyes dragging down your figure, lips parted like he was the one gasping now.

He didn’t move still, didn’t bother blinking by any means.

You whispered, “you need to leave, Jay.”

He nodded once, but didn’t go, it was mindless by now, he was in a trance, so you placed your hand on his chest, pushed—firm but gentle.

That snapped him out of it, barely, but it did the work as Jay backed away, quiet and flushed, then slipped out from the door.

You stood alone for a moment, hand pressed to your neck like you could erase the heat before stepping out.

The room went silent.

And, of course, Karina’s mom walked in carrying tea. “So—which one’s the boyfriend?”

Jake didn’t miss a beat, his hand shot up, smile confident. “That’d be me, ma’am.”

“I—wait what?” You gave him a look.

Jay was silent, frozen, still pink at the ears, still not breathing right.

“He zipped her up,” Winter announced, loud and dramatic, pointing at Jay, “including the kiss and everything that happened inside.”

You turned, horrified, almost ready to stutter, “that is not what happened.”

Karina’s mom sipped her tea, “you know what? I like her odds.” With that, she left.

You stood there, dress tight, face hotter than ever, while the girls cackled and Jake just looked like a kicked puppy.

Jay said nothing, he hadn’t looked at you since.

You shook your head, slipping away from the room to grab the necklace from your luggage, opening the jewellery kit to get it out, unhooking the chain, only for Jake to intrude.

“Need help?”

You almost jumped, “god—when did you even get here?”

He smiled, taking the necklace from your hands, “turn around,” he said.

You hesitated, turning around slowly as Jake stepped closer, too close, and you closed your eyes standing in front of the mirror. Your heart was racing from earlier but it seemed like it was about to burst now that Jake was here for his turn.

“Open your eyes, princess,” he whispered close to your ear, and you did, which was a mistake as you found him maintaining eye contact with you through the mirror.

He lifted it around your neck, brushing your skin with the backs of his knuckles, making you shiver under his touch, his hands worked the clasp slowly. Way too slowly.

“You smell like him,” Jake muttered, jaw clenched.

Before you could reply, he slid his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you gently against him, his chest pressed to your back, his lips ghosting near your ear.

“Shh, let me fix it, can’t have my girl wearing someone else’s scent now, can I?”

You locked eyes with him in the mirror, his smile was still there, barely so. But his eyes? They were darker than ever, staring at your mouth, then your collarbone, and lower.

You felt it—the moment he stopped playing with you, his grip tightened just slightly, his breath hitched. He leaned in closer, nose brushing your neck.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said quietly.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, chest heaving up and down, but you couldn’t move and neither did he move.

You both just stood there, eyes locked in the glass, pressed too close. Then he breathed out, eyes closing for a second before he let go, moving back and smiling softly, “the necklace looks good on you,” he mumbled before leaving.

You sat down on the bed once you were alone, wondering how you would survive this day, head in hands.

Chapter 10: A wedding to remember.

You found Karina right before the ceremony and she looked as if she was gonna cry.

“Deep breaths,” you told her, adjusting her veil. “You’ve got the dress, the man, and the weather gods on your side, you literally won, babe.”

She laughed at you, “why are you calming me down? You’re walking with Jay.”

“Okay, and?”

She grinned sweetly, “oh sweetheart, between him and Jake, you’re actually the one in danger. If one of them doesn’t combust today, I’ll be shocked truly, just don’t make it happen midway our vows.”

Before you could argue, the music started.

Jay stood waiting, suit crisp as ever, eyes already on you, arm extended, “let’s not keep the crowd waiting.”

You took his arm, “be good now.”

“No chance.”

You walked down the aisle together—graceful, composed, pretending your pulse wasn’t skyrocketing. His arm was warm under your hand, his voice low.

“You look beautiful.”

“Don’t start.”

He leaned in further, “still thinking about that room.”

“Shut up, Jay.”

He laughed, voice low, “I felt you shiver when I kissed you, y’know?”

“Jay,” you warned him again.

You reached the altar, finally releasing his arm as you took your spot beside Karina, and that’s when you glanced across the aisle—right into Jake’s eyes. His jaw was tight, hands held too hard in his lap. But his expression? Still that smile, and it was reserved only for you.

You shook your head focusing on the ceremony, tears of joy lining up in your eyes as the couple said their vows, big smiles on their faces even while crying, and you wondered if you’d ever find such love, not knowing that both Jay and Jake had their eyes on you the entire time the couple read their vows.

Everyone screamed of joy once the ceremony was finished, hugs and smiles everywhere with a tinge of glitter in the air.

You barely had time to breathe before the photographer started barking directions, “bridesmaids! Groomsmen! We need the full party—pronto!”

You moved with the crowd, bouquet still clutched in one hand, the satin of your dress glowing with each step as the photographer made you stand next to Karina. Before you could blink, Jake was there—slipping into the space beside you like he’d claimed it hours ago.

“Miss me?” He grinned and you didn’t answer just as Jay slid on the other side, completely ignoring the photographer, who gave up on this chaotic group as Boemgyu squeaked when Jaemin pinched him to stand straight.

“Closer,” he photographer yelled.

Then both Jay and Jake put their arms around your waist and you tried to keep your smile in place, “if either one of you touches me again then i’m leaving,” you muttered.

The camera captured it all, and you ran away the second they signalled that it was okay to go now. You hid with Minjeong the entire time before the reception after changing into your other dresses, the girl only laughed at your poor state, Isa shaking her head, “honestly girl, how did you even get into this mess?”

“Blame our bride who just wanted Y/N to fuck both the boys, but surprise surprise, they’re both in love with her,” sang Yunjin, and you groaned again.

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “I hate you all.”

“No you don’t,” Minjeong grinned. “You just hate how much you like them.”

“I’m going to throw myself into the cake.”

Isa sipped her drink. “At least stand near it first. Lighting’s good there.”

Just then the doors opened and you saw the boys come in, Jay in a black suit with his shirt slightly unbuttoned, and you cursed out loud, meanwhile Jake was rolling up his sleeves, standing near the open bar. Their eyes scanning the whole area to find you.

God.

Then they finally spotted you, smirks on their faces as they approached you.

“Oh good luck.”

“Hope you survive.”

“Get that dick.”

The girls said and you groaned again but couldn’t suppress the small smile threatening the corner of your lips. Your friends were shameless, but you knew they were right to warn you. Tonight would be anything but calm.

Jake reached you first, his arm sliding around your waist, “dance with me,” he said, voice low and playful, eyes daring you not to say no.

And that’s when you noticed the kohl he had applied on his eyes, making it seem deeper, darker, as if he wished for you to get lost in them.

You hesitated, but he didn’t leave any room for argument. He had already started guiding you away from the group, hand gripping at your waist as he led you to the dance floor, weaving you both through the crowd like it was the easiest thing ever.

His grip was confident, eyes locked on yours as the music pulsed. He spun you once, then reeled you back in, your body flush against his, his smirk more calm now, almost like a smile.

“You look so fucking good tonight,” he murmured.

“And that’s a problem because?” You asked.

“Because I don’t wanna share anymore,” he mumbled, lips caressing your cheek.

“You’re crazy, y’know?”

That made him laugh—and not the usual cocky laugh, either, this one was genuine, low and breathy, the kind that made his shoulders shake slightly. “And you’re evil,” he grinned. “I love it.”

You tried to stay annoyed, but he was making it difficult. He danced like he didn’t care who was watching—effortless and playful, tugging you back each time with a wink, a laugh, or some offhand comment that made you bite your lip to stop smiling.

“You know,” he said at one point, guiding you into a slow twirl, “if I drop dead after this dance, just know it was worth it.”

You snorted. “From what?”

“From being this close to you and not doing something profoundly stupid.”

The words hung between you—teasing, but not quite harmless, your breath caught, but before you could answer, the lights flickered. Just once.

Then again—off completely as he spun you around.

Quiet gasps rippled through the room, the music still playing low beneath the sudden chaos. You could feel Jake’s hands steady on your waist, his breath warm and close.

You weren’t sure if it was the darkness, or the heat building between your bodies, but your heart was pounding loud in your ears.

Then, lights switched back on.

And Jake was no longer holding you.

Jay was.

It took your mind a full second to register the shift. The movement had been seamless, almost like a dream—or a magic trick. One moment you were laughing in Jake’s arms, and the next, your chest was pressed against someone firmer, taller, quieter, eyes pretty than ever with a hint of eyeliner gracing them.

“What—how did this happen?” you asked, surprised.

Jay tilted his head slightly, his lips twitching, “timing, baby.”

Jake stood just a few feet away, arms folded across his chest now, brows raised like really? A scoff leaving his lips.

“You cut in during the spin?” You asked, half concerned, half impressed.

Jake was still nearby, just a few steps away, brows raised and arms crossed like he was debating whether or not to shove Jay into the massive speakers.

Jay looked at him, “what? She was laughing with you.”

Jake scoffed, “that’s called having fun, Jay. Surely, you wouldn’t know what it means.”

“She laughed too much, so i’m here to remind her who’s actually good at this.”

You smiled, trying to bite it back, “are you seriously jealous about the fact that he made me laugh?”

He clicked his tongue, “not jealous, just protective.”

“Protective of me laughing with Jake?” You challenged, you were having too much fun with this.

Jay’s eyes didn’t leave yours, “protective of how easy it is for him to make you open up like that. You’re not supposed to laugh that easily with him.”

You tilted your head, voice teasing, “oh wow, so now you get to decide who I laugh around with?”

Jay raised a brow, his lips twitching but failing to suppress the pout on his lips, “of course. It’s in our handbook.”

“Oh really? I must’ve missed that chapter.” You stepped a little closer, matching his energy. “Does it also say how many jokes I’m allowed to react to before you show up all jealous?”

You were glad that you were in the corner and not in the dancing circle because it was turning into a comedy show here.

“I didn’t say don’t laugh. Just—maybe less hysterically. You sounded like you were enjoying too much,” Jay shrugged with faux innocence.

“Can we please stop saying the word laugh? And god forbid I have a good time.”

Jay tilted his head, “with Jake?”

Your grin widened, “that’s what this is about?”

He crossed his arms, still trying to look casual, but the slight pout was enough for you to smile, “he just—he’s not that funny. Not funny.”

“Hm, sounds personal.”

“It is personal,” he muttered before catching himself, “I mean—it’s not. I just think you shouldn’t be looking at someone like that when they’re saying the dumbest shit known to man.”

Wow, Park Jay losing his composure, you would have done anything to see this sight during your uni days, but now that he was pouting in front of you, you laughed freely.

“So now you’re tracking how I look at people?”

“I’m just saying,” Jay replied, a little too fast, “you look like you forgot there were other people in the room.”

You smiled, very slowly, “oh my fucking god. You’re actually jealous.”

He scoffed immediately, but the way he looked away, gripping your waist tighter, yeah that gave it away.

“I’m not jealous,” he grumbled.

You stepped in again, cupping his face with a pout to tease him further, which only made his heart beat faster, “no?”

Jay’s voice dropped lower, eyes on your lips now, “I just don’t like when someone else gets that version of you. The non rivalry, carefree one, the one I couldn’t get up till now.”

Your lips parted, not expecting him to say something so seriously, your hold on his face loosening.

That’s when Jake slid in again, “pouting like a kid won’t get you anywhere, Jay.” He said, offering you the drink he was drinking earlier and you took a sip, now standing between the boys.

“I’m not pouting,” Jay said, voice flat. .

“Could’ve fooled me. I’ve seen toddlers who sulk less than you do, mate, but then again, you’d do anything to get that attention, huh?”

“Oh fuck no, I just don’t like others being close to what’s mine, and I’m not the one putting up an act.”

You raised your brow at him.

“She’s not yours, Jay. You keep saying shit like that, but when are you actually gonna—”

“Don’t,” Jay cut in, sharp, “shut it, Jake. Not in front of her.”

“Oh, because she hasn’t noticed already?” Jake gestured lazily toward you, “she’s not stupid. She knows.”

You stood in the middle, heart beating out of your chest for the nth time today.

“Okay,” you said, grabbing both their collars.

You then tip toed to place a strong kiss on Jake’s jaw, close to his plush lips, his mouth opening in disbelief.

Then you turned to Jay, placing a softer kiss near his pout, who looked dazed again.

You smiled and let them go, looking at Jake as a way to tell him you’re taking his drink, then at Jay with a humorous smile, “you guys need to shut up more often, y’know?” You said before leaving.

“Did she just?”

“Yeah.”

“Fucking hell, she kissed us to shut us up?”

“Mine lasted longer, oh god.”

“You’re crazy,” Jake mumbled.

“I know,” Jay smiled.

Your friends were squealing at the bar, waiting for you to show up and you groaned just looking at their overjoyed faces.

You tried to slip past, but Beomgyu grabbed your arm with a teasing grin, “okay so, where’s my kiss?”

“You’re cute if you think that’s gonna happen,” you mumbled.

“There’s enough competition already,” whistled Heeseung and Jaemin laughed.

“Who’s cheek is softer?” Asked Isa and you groaned.

“No but they’re still bickering,” Winter pointed out, looking at them, actually, judging them hard as if trying to choose the better option for you.

“I love my wedding, hopefully you’ll marry one of those two idiots,” Karina said, and you groaned, hugging her to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“To a wild night, and ahem, kisses,” Yunjin said, raising her glass.

Chapter 11: Seat of my soul.

Universe clearly knew how to test your limits one by one as you found yourself sitting very dearly on the dinner table with the devils on each of your side, Karina mouthing sorry to you as Hyuck sniggered in the background, and you? You were not gonna lose composure anymore, especially after how on edge the boys were ever since the kiss.

You ignored both of them, focusing on your food and whatever Yunjin was saying, sitting across from you, but that didn’t stop them from getting closer, brushing their arms against yours, getting any source of friction they possibly could achieve.

“Ignoring me now, princess?” Jake whispered near your ear.

“I know your attention is on me, baby,” Jay mumbled near your other ear.

The audacity. The sheer audacity of both of them.

Your fork clinked softly against your plate as you clenched it a little tighter, jaw ticking as Jake and Jay closed in on either side, whispering in that same maddening tone that drove you crazy.

Jake’s breath brushed your skin again, low and teasing, “aw, I thought we were past the silent treatment after that little kiss, hm?”

“I liked the part where you almost let me have you this morning,” Jay added, voice just low enough to make your spine straighten. You didn’t move after, just sighed.

Just then Karina’s mom walked to you, checking on all the guests around the grand room.

“So, is Jake still the boyfriend or is Jay finally making moves?” She asked, loving the whole drama. Like mother like daughter.

You froze mid sip of your wine, Jake coughed and tried to hide it, Jay didn’t move at all, staring at you with surprised eyes.

Your lips curved into a grin, “oh auntie, honestly, if you have any spare sons I haven’t met yet, then please let me know.”

She chuckled, “if I did have one, I surely would have married him off to you,” she winked, watching the boys getting uncomfortable by the second at the thought of you with someone else.

And the table erupted into laughter, especially Beomgyu and Hyuck, who were having the time of their lives, with that, Karina’s mom walked away to tend to other relatives.

The second she was out of earshot, Jake leaned in with a little too much casual tension in his voice.

“Spare sons, huh?”

You sipped your wine, not meeting his eyes, “why? I didn’t want to be rude.”

Jay tilted his head slightly, his voice calm but his gaze was anything but. “Interesting way to flirt with imaginary men.”

“I mean, I flirt better in person,” you shrugged.

“You looked a little too comfortable joking about marrying someone else.” Jake chuckled, no humour behind that laugh.

Jay’s jaw tightened for the nth time today, but his smile remained fixed—cool, confident, his fingers brushed your arm under the table, the touch light but deliberate, sending a subtle shock through you.

Before either of them, or you could say anything, your phone buzzed in your hand, breaking the tension. You glanced down—your brother’s name flashing on the screen.

“Excuse me,” you said, glad that your dinner was already finished as you stood up and walked towards the empty balcony.

Jay and Jake looked at each other, stayed in their places for two minutes, twitching to get up and check the matter, Hyuck and Gyu only made it worse.

“Gosh? A secret boyfriend?” Hyuck gasped.

“How could she cheat on me?” Beomgyu replied dramatically.

Jay and Jake snapped to look at each other, again, before nodding together and getting up to follow you outside, making the other two laugh at the incredulous idiocy of them.

“Yes?” You said, picking up the call.

“Wow, no hi hello, how are you?” Your brother replied.

“Fine, hi, what’s happening?” You said in your fake sweetness induced tone.

“Mom asked me to remind you to bring the herbal tea when you come back, that’s all,” he said.

“You could’ve texted me that,” you mumbled, confused.

“I did. You ignored it,” he snorted and you chuckled, “okay, don’t forget it, bye.”

“Nah, you’re forgetting something,” you said.

“Fine,” he groaned, “god—okay, love you, bye.”

“Love you too,” you laughed before cutting the call.

Right then, you heard two men crashing into each other, freezing on the spot right after. Jay’s mouth had parted slightly, eyes dark, brows furrowed in a way that screamed possessive. Jake, meanwhile, looked like someone had just punched him in the solar plexus.

“I’m sorry—what?” Jake almost screamed.

“Who exactly are we saying I love you to?” Jay interrogated, shine gone from his eyes.

“Wow, we’re eavesdropping now?” You asked, taking a sip of your wine.

Jake was the first to lose his composure, stepping close enough that your arm brushed against his chest, “you literally said I love you.”

Jay’s voice came from the other side, “and you said it while smiling.”

“Oh my, you really have a thing for my smile, don’t you?” You teased, “my bad, sir. I’ll run it by you the next time.”

Jake simply ignored the sarcasm, “who was it?”

You tilted your head and hummed as if in deep thought, “why do you wanna know?”

It didn’t take them a second before Jay’s arm was around your waist, bending down so his face was close to your ear, lips curved in a gentle but possessive caress against your lobe.

Jake followed suit as he rested his hand on the dip of your hips, lips inches away from your jaw on the other side, each prodded touch leaving warmth behind on your skin.

“Tell us the truth, princess,” Jake mumbled, shaking with anger.

“Who is it? Don’t test me, baby,” Jay whispered, almost ready to bite your ear gently.

“You’re really doing this right now? It’s actually nothing.” You let out a soft laugh, light and airy, even though your pulse was pounding.

“Is that so?”

“Then say the name.”

“Y’know, I don’t think you guys deserve it,” you shook your head slowly, testing them, also having had enough of their bullshit.

“Don’t push it anymore, princess,” Jake said, lips now caressing your skin.

“You both are crazy,” you whispered, looking at Jake now, “it’s kind of fun if you ask me.”

Jay’s hand slid higher on your waist, gripping you tighter, “do you want us to lose it? I’m not that patient.”

You just chuckled, to which Jake grabbed your chin, nose brushing against yours. Jay’s fingers wrapping around your nape as he breathed hard against your cheek.

“Say it.”

It was hard for you to maintain composure, your legs feeling weak already but somehow, you managed to give them a smile, “it was my brother.”

Both boys moved a step back at the same time, looking at you as if you gave them the worst kind of betrayal with the newfound information.

“Wait—what?”

“You’re kidding.”

They both breathed out together, more than baffled at the whole situation, even more so when they saw you stifling your laugh by drinking another sip of your wine.

“You’re—actually fucking laughing?” Jake ran his hand through his hair, eyes wild, makeup smudged slightly now, “jesus fucking christ, you’re unbelievable.”

Jay looked even worse than how he did when you beat him at the university debate, “you—you just let us believe—”

“I almost kissed you out of jealousy,” Jake confessed.

“I was gonna drag you to the bedroom,” Jay added.

You almost gasped at that, eyes widening at the blatant shamelessness, trying to look away now that the boys were so vulnerable and disheveled in front of you, like they were stripped bare with how easily they let you see how you affected them.

He stepped close to you, chest pressing fully against yours, and wrapped his arms around you in a tight, warm, hug, like he needed to shield you from something or shield himself in you. He pressed his face into your neck, so close to where your clavicle was, voice muffled against your skin. “I can’t believe how close I was to snapping.”

You barely had time to react before Jay was behind you, arms sliding around your waist from behind, his grip solid, as if it would finally ground him. He pressed close to you too, head dropping onto your shoulder, his breath shaky, “I swear, never ever do that again, I didn’t even know I could feel like that.”

You stood frozen in the middle, held tightly between them, your arms at your sides for a breathless moment before you slowly lifted them. one resting on Jake’s back, the other lightly gripping Jay’s arm. Their touch, once a flirtation, now felt like something far more raw, protective, possessive.

Three years of being away didn’t help much now, in fact it only worsened the situation for the two. It was do or die in a way, they didn’t have much time left before they went back home, and the mere thought of them never meeting you again, or going back without confessing, scared them.

They both just sighed into your touch, you felt heat crawl up your neck—not because of embarrassment, but because of what it was. This was their way of saying it, of showing it.

Jake’s hand moved, slow and steady, fingertips brushing the back of your neck like he was tracing a path he wanted to memorize by heart. His breath was hot against your throat, warm and steady, and then—he kissed the space just beneath your jaw. A quiet, reverent press of lips, like a thought he couldn’t hold in anymore.

Your eyelids fluttered shut at the warmth that spread through your body, your head tilting enough to give him more access, unconsciously so.

Behind you, Jay’s arm curled tighter around your waist, pulling you deeper into his chest. His nose tracing the slope of your shoulder, breath shaky, jaw brushing against your skin. He didn’t kiss you, but it felt like he had.

The moment stretched, and you didn’t let it stop, you couldn’t, not when they had fucked with your mind so deeply that you could barely keep up your nonchalant persona up in front of them.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

The door flung open with a bang, and came in Minjeong with a face that was full of horror. “Are you seriously, seriously, doing this on the balcony?”

Jake pulled back like he’d been scalded, eyes narrowing at the interruption, but he said nothing—his silence louder than any curse.

Jay’s arms lingered a second longer, his lips pressing into a tight line before he released you with one final squeeze.

Minjeong gestured to you with a sharp flick of her finger, “you. Come with me. You need cold air before one of the great-aunts asks why you have two men all over you.”

“I’m fine,” you spoke, voice now hoarse for some reason (read: Jay and Jake) but you moved further, not having it in you to look back at the two boys who still had their eyes on your figure.

They didn’t follow you, not yet.

Because they knew you’d be theirs eventually.

Chapter 12: Be like Tashi.

The reception was on its last legs, winding down finally. Half the crowd had either gone to sleep or switched to slippers. One of Karina’s aunts was slow dancing with a toddler. Somewhere in the background, the playlist had looped into a mellow Ed Sheeran ballad for the third time, which the group did not like.

You were at the standing table with the others, heels in your hands, Jay and Jake nowhere to be found, which did worry you but you did respect the silence, knowing it would go away the second you enter your bedroom again.

“What’s with these fuckass songs?” Winter asked, eye twitching at the DJ who looked scared.

“This song.” Started Isa.

“Gnarly,” sang Jaemin and Heeseung, together.

Beomgyu was still eating cake, “well, it is the emotional breakdown hour, like literally look at how Jay and Jake disappeared, to cry, probably.”

“Oh yeah, where’s the angel and devil combo?” Hyuck asked you.

“Who’s who?” You raised your brow.

“Exactly,” he nodded and you chuckled.

Jaemin leaned in from the side, voice low and almost conspiratorial, “what would you do if you walked in on them fighting? Like real fighting. Blood and buttons everywhere.”

“That depends.”

Isa chimed in, “yeah? On what?”

“If shirts are already off,” you gave them a smirk but winced right after because then fighting is a true possibility, especially at this ungodly hour.

Beomgyu wheezed, Winter dropped her head on the table dramatically, Heeseung whistled, and Jeno was a bit concerned about the boys.

“Love this evil side of you, babe,” said Yunjin, far too drunk to actually comprehend the conversation as you stood there, side hugging Karina.

“She’s basically broken them two,” Jaemin added in a whisper, as if it was scandalous.

“I literally don’t understand what even happened, one second I’m okay and the other second I’m being ambushed by them both.” You muttered.

“You mean desired,” Beomgyu said, licking the frosting off his thumb, and you gave him a look.

Winter straightened her back, her cheek still pink from laughing too hard, “no, but seriously. This is exactly like Challengers. You’re Zendaya in the flesh.”

“Yeah, except this isn’t tennis we’re witnessing right now,” you muttered.

“Could be,” Hyuck offered, “the boys have balls I mean—”

That’s when everyone rolled their eyes at his poor attempt at a joke.

“You’re banned,” said Heeseung, looking at Hyuck who was now pouting.

“You’re literally Tashi, you’re in control, babe. They both keep fighting for your attention, and, and, you’re in the same room, same bed, all thanks to me.” Karina said proudly.

“Okay but honestly, can we talk about how insane they looked all night?” Isa cut in, “Jake wouldn’t even let anyone talk to her during dinner. And Jay kept eyeing Jake like he was ready to commit a murder actually.”

“They’ve always been like this, they’re just more shameless now, not trying to hide their real feelings,” Yeonjun muttered.

You shook your head slowly, “I don’t know how we got here, it’s funny if you ask me.”

Beomgyu raised a brow, “uh, you. You got here, I was clearly the better option that you chose to neglect.”

That earned him a smack from Yeonjun, making everyone laugh before you shook your head.

“I should probably check on them.”

“Don’t break the bed, if you do then remember to make it Tashi style, I’m rooting for that,” Minjeong added and you chuckled, bidding everyone goodnight and congratulating the couple once again.

The hallway was quiet, the distant music from the speakers downstairs replaced by a hush that blanketed the villa now that most of the chaos had died down, you went upstairs and into the shared room.

The open balcony doors revealed two familiar silhouettes under the soft glow of the moonlight, merely hidden with a layer of curtains. You slowed when you heard their voices, tensed, and way too familiar by now. Something in the tone made you stop just short of the threshold. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop. You just didn’t want to interrupt, not yet.

“You seriously can’t be fucking real right now,” Jake’s voice was crisp, “you’ve been picking fights with me all day, in fact, since she got here.”

Jay scoffed. “I’ve been picking fights with you? Me? You’ve been glued to her because you fucking can’t even comprehend the thought of anyone breathing near her.”

“As if you’ve not been provoking me all day, the fuck did you do with her in the changing room, huh? You think I wasn’t paying attention?” Jake challenged.

Jay tilted his head, his smirk slow and dangerous. “Why? Want me to do a replay of it with her in front of you? You’ll listen to it crystal clear now.”

Jake’s jaw clenched, hands fisting at his sides, the cigarette in his fingers now forgotten. “Say it again. I fucking dare you.”

Jay’s voice got deeper, more tense, “she wasn’t complaining,” he said, bending on Jake’s eye level.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, the smell of cigarettes they were inhaling filled the air, now on the ground as they focused on the boiling argument more.

“I swear to God,” Jake breathed, “if you touched her just to get under my skin—”

“You don’t get to talk about touching her like you fucking own her,” Jay shot back, voice rough now. “You’ve been pretending you’re the good guy, but I see right through you, you’ve been obsessed with her like a fucking stalker.”

Jake laughed humourlessly, “and you think you’re better? You think pushing her buttons for years in the name of rivalry and acting like she’s beneath you was some twisted version of affection?”

Jay’s voice cracked on the next line, low and almost bitter. “I didn’t know how else to want her.”

Jake’s brows lifted in disbelief, a scoff leaving his lips, “yeah? Well, I’ve wanted her since uni.”

“Well fuck you. So did I.” Jay seethed out.

The silence was loud, air thick with the newfound confession hanging around, you saw Jay’s shoulders tense just a second before he swung.

You barely had time to push the door open and throw yourself forward.

“Wow,” you said, leaning on the balcony door, making both of them freeze just as Jake’s fist nearly collided with Jay’s jaw and vice versa, “you guys done or should I come back once you’re bloodied and dying?”

Jake turned, flushed and panting, still seething from whatever he thought was about to happen. Jay just dragged a hand down his face, jaw clenched, not meeting your gaze, cursing the timing.

“Seriously,” you continued, tone light but sharp as a knife, “was the cigarette not enough? You had to throw in punches? What? Will that make it any better?”

Jay let out a harsh breath, looking away. “You don’t get it.”

“No,” Jake said bitterly, still glaring at Jay, “she gets it just fine. You just don’t like that she sees through your entire act.”

“What act? The one where he sulks in corners and reads philosophy books upside down because he can’t handle attention?” You scoffed.

Jay’s mouth twitched, but it was not in amusement. “Better than performing for it.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed at this. “You really wanna go there?”

“You already almost threw the first punch,” Jay snapped.

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus, shut it now. You two are unbelievable.”

Jay looked at you then, really looked—eyes dark and glassy, his voice lower now, “you made it like this.”

“You dare have a go on her,” Jake stepped closer again, furious.

“I’m not—not entirely at least,” he sighed.

“You two are unbelievable,” You shook your head slowly, lips parting with something between disbelief and exhaustion, or both.

Jake muttered under his breath, “you don’t deserve her.”

Jay turned to him, “wow, and you think you do?”

And there it was again, the stupidity. You could see it in the way their bodies shifted forward, how their shoulders squared up like they were ready to swing again, over you, like you weren’t even standing there.

And that was it, you’ve had enough.

“Enough,” you snapped, both their heads turning toward you.

Your voice dropped lower. “You want to fight? Be my fucking guest. Beat the shit out of each other, see if that solves it, but stop pretending this is about me when it’s really just about you two and your stupid lil’ competition about who’s more, what, charming enough to get a girl?”

Jay didn’t speak, he knew he had fucked up enough. Jake’s brows furrowed, lips parting like he wanted to argue—but he didn’t. He just looked at you, eyes filled with regret.

You stepped forward slowly, the sound of your bare feet soft against the floor, the look on their faces only making it hard for you to keep your composure in check.

“You two don’t even realize how alike you are,” you muttered, almost to yourself, “both of you constantly pretending you’re so different, when really, you just want the same thing, you want to feel like you matter more than the other.”

You were standing between them now, each of them on edge, silent and watching you like they didn’t know whether to apologize or fall to their knees to do so.

You pointed to the bed with your finger, “go, sit down.”

They hesitated at this, not sure if they were even allowed to be in the same room as you anymore.

You looked at them, rolling your eyes and saying flatly, “hm? Was that not clear?”

Jay rushed and sat down first, Jake followed him a second later, maintaining a distance, both of them on the edge of the mattress, legs slightly apart, shoulders tense, avoiding each other’s gaze. They looked like they hated being there, but not more than they hated the idea of missing whatever you were about to do next.

“God,” you muttered, shaking your head like you couldn’t quite believe it, laughing a little, “you’ve both been so fucking stupid.”

Jay’s head jerked up at that and Jake’s eyes flicked to yours, mouth slightly open seeing you actually look down upon them.

You stopped in front of them, close enough that your knees grazed theirs, close enough to remind them they were at your mercy now—and they wanted it.

You grabbed Jay’s chin, his big, hopeful eyes staring right into yours now, “you made everything a competition so I wouldn’t focus on other.”

Jay opens his mouth to explain, but you’re already speaking again, “but, hey,” you said with a mocking little smile, “you liked me all along? That’s so cute, Jay. Really.” You leaned in, just enough that he could feel the words on his lips. “You think that gives you the right to own me?”

You don’t let Jay give you any weak excuses before turning to Jake, who looked as if he had trouble breathing, breath hitching even further when you grabbed his chin, his eyes resembling that of a yearner, and he leaned into your touch as if it was the most natural thing in this world.

“And you,” you murmured, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “You didn’t stop him, not even once. You let him fuck things up, made space for him to mess up because you thought maybe—what? If I got tired of his rivalry games, I’d eventually land in your lap?”

Jake didn’t answer but his throat worked hard like he was swallowing everything he wasn’t brave enough to say, even after all these years.

“You didn’t say anything,” you whispered, stepping between his knees, “you just watched me stay stuck, while you waited your turn.”

His fingers gripped the edge of the bed like he wanted to touch you, but didn’t dare, not now. You turned your face just slightly, letting your lips touch the curve of his cheek, your breath hot against his skin.

“And now?” you whispered, “now you both think you’ve earned me?”

Then you sat in between them, all three of you on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, but you knew you had to take control of this moment, at least for the upcoming minute, before you’d lose your mind yourself.

So, you looked at Jay, slowly. He felt it before he saw it—his body stiffening as you shifted, as your eyes locked onto his lips, which were red from how much he bit them. You leaned in, agonizingly slow and he tilted his head towards you without even realizing it, lips parting in anticipation.

But you stopped.

Close enough that your nose brushed his, close enough to feel his breath hot against your lips.

You didn’t kiss him.

You let the moment stretch, let him feel what it was like to want something and not get it. Not yet. Then you pulled back—just enough to make him exhale, to make the tension grow tighter inside his chest, and turned your head slowly toward Jake.

Jake was already watching you, completely till, like any movement might scare you away, or himself for that matter. His eyes dropped to your mouth the second you faced him, and you leaned in again. Same rhythm, you stopped just inches away, let your lips hover near his. You could feel his frustration in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his hands pressed into the bed beneath him like he was holding himself back with every muscle in his body (he was).

And then, you returned to your place in the middle, sitting straight, lips untouched and proud.

Their shoulders tensed on either side of you, they didn’t speak, they didn’t dare move an inch. And then, you waited just a beat, just a second, before you turned your head again, towards Jake this time, and slotted your lips completely against his soft, plush ones, the impact hard enough for every single nerve in your body to feel it.

Jake inhaled like you’d knocked the breath out of him, his hands going up, one curling around your waist, the other gripping your thigh as he kissed you back like a man undone, as if he’d been hungry for ages and you were the only elixir to his life.

His mouth moved against yours fast, hungry, almost pathetically so. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, tasting you, deepening it without asking, as if he finally knew he didn’t need to. You could feel the way his chest rose against yours, the low sound that rumbled in his throat like he couldn’t stand being patient anymore.

You almost didn’t notice Jay moving until the mattress shifted again, he was standing, about to walk away from a scene he couldn’t handle witnessing. The heartbreak in his silence was sharp, but he didn’t speak—he just started to turn.

But you weren’t done.

You broke the kiss with Jake, breath catching, and reached out blindly with your hand. Your fingers wrapped around Jay’s wrist and pulled. He turned just enough to look at you, surprised, you stood up faster than ever, and you kissed him.

Jay inhaled sharply, body jolting forward into yours like he’d been shocked, his hands flying to your waist on reflex. Your mouths crashed together like you’d both been waiting for permission you were too proud to ask for. He kissed you with everything he hadn’t said—all the tension, all the years, all the bitter denial turned into molten feelings in an instant.

His lips were hot and rough, and his kiss was nothing like Jake’s. Jake kissed like he wanted to take care of you, he wanted you. Jay kissed like he wanted to ruin you, he had to have you.

You groaned against him, your fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl low in his throat.

And god, you wanted more. You wanted to give him everything he’d been starving for—and take just as much back. His tongue dragged against yours and you met him with all the frustration he used to make you feel, all the obsession, all the nights you couldn’t stop thinking about him even when you hated him.

Jay kissed like he didn’t deserve you, like he was terrified it would be the last time. When you finally pulled away, lips red, pulse racing—you didn’t even hesitate.

You turned and met Jake’s eyes again, breathless, your body shaking between the two of them.

“I’m not choosing.”

And before you could react, before you could even breathe, they had pulled you down on the bed, kissing you—together.

Their mouths collided with yours, one from each side—Jake’s kiss was softer, slower, but no less desperate; Jay’s all fire and urgency, his fingers gripping your jaw like he needed to bury himself in your skin to feel more of you.

Jake’s hands slid up your sides, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress, fingertips skimming over bare skin like he couldn’t believe he was finally allowed to touch you, he kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck—taking his sweet time, savoring every inch like it belonged to him with open mouthed kisses.

Jay wasn’t slow, he kissed lower, down your throat, biting just hard enough to make you gasp—and when he heard it, he did it again, just to make sure you let out those pretty sounds for him, because of him. His hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he dragged his lips along your collarbone, hot and open, like he was branding you into his territory with every movement.

Their hands met at your hips, each trying to claim space, with neither of them letting go for even a microsecond in fear of this to end.

You whimpered lowly, caught between the tension of two men who had craved your touch since ages.

Jake’s lips brushed your ear, and your spine straightened, his breath sent a shiver down your back, “you feel it too, princess, don’t you?” he whispered, voice so soft it didn’t even feel real. “What we’ve been holding in all this while?”

Jay kissed you again, lower now, mouth against the curve of your throat, his tongue pushed out just to taste you, hand squeezing your hip, firmer now, his thigh plush against yours, closer to yours. Your nerves lit up in sparks where his skin touched yours.

Every fucking inch of you was alive, you could feel it in your stomach, the butterflies inching down and straight into where you needed them the most.

“Still in this fucking dress,” Jay muttered suddenly, voice rough against your skin, kissing down to your shoulder as you gasped, “you wore this all night, didn’t you?”

Jake pulled back just far enough to look at you, gaze locked on the straps over your shoulders, “looked so pretty, so put together, like a prim proper princess,” he murmured, slipping one strap down slowly with his teeth, letting it fall off your shoulder, “you’ve been driving us insane.”

Their hands met again at your waist, both sets of fingers sliding down to the back of the dress, and in an unspoken rhythm, an understanding, they worked it down, tugging, peeling, unraveling you inch by inch.

“Zipped you up in the morning, hm yeah, it’s only fair I zip it down now,” Jay mumbled, doing exactly what he had said, knuckles brushing against your spine as Jake made you sit up, holding your waist.

The dress finally gave in, falling and pooling down around your waist, exposing your bare body to them, the cold breeze caressing your skin as the boys gasped, inhaling sharply at the sight in front of them, especially when you looked so pretty, all ready for them.

Jake’s hand stilled at your side as Jay’s mouth brushed your shoulder, eyes never leaving you.

“Fuck,” Jake said, looked fucked out, “you—god you’re perfect.”

Jay didn’t say anything at first—he just kissed your spine with his roughly bitten lips, a single, lingering press of his roughness between your shoulder blades that sent a shiver down your back. You trembled under their gaze, nerves worked up and raw, you could feel their eyes on every part of you, soaking you in, memorizing you.

It was unbearable and awfully addictive.

The way they looked at you—like they had discovered something sacred and ruined all at once, a gift heaven scent because you didn’t look anything less than a fallen angel to them, innocent eyes staring up, trying not to flutter them shut with the sensation of pure pleasure.

They didn’t say anything, it was silent, too silent for how loud their eyes were, burning their marks into your skin.

“Say something,” you whispered, barely able to speak, even more so when they looked at you like that, “please.”

Jake leaned in, kissing the side of your neck, “you’re going to be the death of me, you’re ruining us.”

Jay bit down lightly on your shoulder, “oh fuck no, we’re going to ruin her first.”

Your thighs pressed together out of instinct. Jake noticed, and so did Jay.

“Did you just try to hide from us?” Jake asked, almost amused, “that’s so fucking cute, like a kitten.”

Jay slid down next to you, thumbs pushing your thighs open again, “no hiding, baby, not from us.”

Jake reached between your legs, pressed his fingers just under your soaked panties, not even touching your clit—just resting there.

“You’re already dripping through these,” he muttered, “so wet and we haven’t even really started.” He leaned in and kissed your lips, slow and deep, then suddenly—he pulled back and spit right onto your mouth. You gasped, shocked at that, but you didn’t pull away. You just opened for him, and he leaned back in to kiss you again, licking it into your mouth like it was a reward.

“I’ve imagined this so many fucking times,” he said under his breath, brushing his nose against yours, “I’ve laid in bed, fists clenched, thinking about this exact moment.” His voice dropped lower, trembling. “You underneath me, so needy, so wet. Saying my name with that pretty voice of yours.”

Jay groaned low from between your thighs now, lifting his head just enough to speak, voice hoarse. “You don’t even know what this is doing to me.”

He kissed your thigh, opening his mouth enough to bite you, hard enough to make your legs twitch. “I hated watching you with him,” he muttered, hands gripping your hips harder now, “with any-fucking-one. You’d smile and I’d want to fucking put you on your knees and wipe it off.”

He kissed higher, his nose brushed the lace still clinging to you, even more so with the wetness pooling down there.

“Do you know how hard it was to pretend I didn’t want this?” he murmured, “to be near you, sitting right next to you, sleeping across from you, and not touch you.”

Jake was still watching your face, still holding your jaw like he wanted to frame you, like your pleasure was the only thing that mattered now, eyes dazed with your beauty, with how aroused he was just by kissing you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, like it hurt to say out loud, “look at you, a sweet mess already, and we haven’t even taken these off yet.”

Jay’s voice rasped lower now, “god, I wanna rip them off.”

Jake bit his smile at your eyes going wide, glancing down, “be gentle, she’s a princess after all.”

Jay didn’t listen, he absolutely had zero patience left within him.

You gasped as your panties tore clean down the side without much effort, and Jay tossed the scraps to the floor without a glance. Jake reached for them, still warm and soaked, took a long sniff of the soiled fabric, groaning at the scent of your arousal before he wrapped them around your wrists.

“You’re ours now,” he murmured, possessiveness clear in his tone, “tied up in your own mess, hm?”

Your voice finally cracked out as you breathed harder, bare in front of them “please—”

Jay chuckled, shoving your thighs apart again, “hm? What are you begging for, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t reply, not when you were so overwhelmed with the two men and their scents that now clung to your body.

Jay leaned in again, dragging his tongue up your core without warning. A long, slow lick that ended with a kiss to your clit—soft, almost mocking the way you reacted to him. A moan of his name leaving your lips in a beautiful tune, reverberating the room.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asked, “yeah? Us like this? Because I’ve been thinking about this since fucking uni.”

Jake’s eyes were fixed on your body, his hand moving to your tits, cupping one fully with his veiny hands, thumb flicking your nipple, “you used to sit across from me in class like it wasn’t killing me,” he muttered, “tight little skirts, and that fucking lip gloss you used—fuck.”

Jay hummed, his breath hot against your folds as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your cunt, “you used to flirt without even realizing. Legs crossed, eyes wide, pretending you weren’t looking when we argued.”

“I was hard half the time I sat near you,” Jake gritted, “thought I was losing my mind.”

Jay’s voice was lower now, rougher, “I used to jerk off in the shower after group study. Every time you’d fight and shove me, touching me so carelessly, I’d go home and fucking lose it.”

You moaned, your back arching, tears pricking behind your eyes from how much it all burned, not just physically, but emotionally. You’d made them wait. You hadn’t known, but they had.

And now?

Now you were bound, naked, and trembling under them as if you belonged there, as if you belonged to them.

Jake leaned down and kissed your lips again, slow and claiming, while Jay bit the inside of your thigh in hopes of leaving marks.

“You’re not getting out of this,” Jake murmured, “we’re so going to wreck you.”

Jay groaned, dragging his tongue through your folds again—slow. “And we’re not going to be gentle at all, baby.”

“You’ll cry,” Jake whispered, “you’ll look so fucking stunning with your makeup ruined, and you’ll thank us for it.”

Jay pushed his tongue flat against your clit and you gasped—body jolting up, wrists straining against the soft fabric of your panties, but just when you thought he’d give you more—he pulled away again.

“No,” he said, voice laced with pure cruelty, that handsome smirk graced his face again, “not yet.”

Jake’s slender fingers replaced his tongue, slipping through your folds but still refusing to enter you. Just circling around, smearing your slick juices everywhere but where you needed it.

You whimpered, thighs shaking, “Jake, please—”

He leaned down, nose brushing yours, almost romantic the way he moved around you, “please what?”

“Touch me.”

Jay chuckled, “fuck, our prim proper princess is breaking.”

Jake nipped your bottom lip, “not yet. We haven’t even started.”

Then—his fingers slapped your cunt. A sharp, wet smack that made your hips jerk again, your breath hitched, and your thighs trembled from the shock of it.

“Say it again,” Jake ordered, “say you want it, tell me you need it.”

“I—I need,” You could barely speak, could barely think, “please, just ruin me.”

Jay groaned, “fuck.”

Jake grunted, “oh, we will.”

And their mouths were on you again.

Jake kissed you like he was claiming you, as he wanted to from so long, tongue slipping between your lips, one hand still wrapped around your throat, the other teasing your nipple until it hardened against his palm. You could feel him groaning into your mouth, grinding his thigh between yours like he was the one losing control (read: he was).

Jay’s tongue was back at your pussy, slow. He licked you like he was angry, like an animal, he was punishing your clit with his mouth, sucking hard before pulling away just long enough to make you choke out a sob, then diving in again.

You cried out, the sound stuttering between Jake’s teeth as he swallowed it down with another kiss, smirking at you.

Jay pulled back slightly, breath hot and ragged against your slick cunt, “god, she’s so fucking wet. Jake, feel her.”

Jake’s hand slid down your body without hesitation, dragging two fingers through your folds, groaning when they came back soaked and glistening. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked—slow and filthy.

“Sweet as fuck, thought about this so much you have no idea, no fucking idea,” he muttered.

You whimpered, bucking your hips helplessly against Jay’s mouth again, but his hands held you down tight.

“Still so greedy,” Jay said, his voice deep with hunger, “you’re trembling, baby. Gonna cry now, hm?”

Jake brushed the back of his knuckles across your cheek, his tone softening but no less dominant, “you look like you’re gonna fall apart. That’s how bad you want it, huh?”

You nodded, unable to speak, barely breathing, your body burning wherever they touched you, still fully clothed as you lay in front of them with nothing on.

Jake leaned in, “good, because we’re not stopping.”

Jay dragged his tongue in slow, torturous circles around your clit, going down, then back up, his fingers dug into your thighs to keep them from clamping shut with the sensation.

You gasped again, a sound so high and wrecked it barely sounded like you, no one’s ever made you feel like this.

“Look at her,” Jake murmured, “eyes already glassy. Legs shaking, you’re like a doll, princess.”

“She’s close,” Jay chuckled, “already? That needy, huh?”

“No,” Jake shook his head, “she doesn’t get to cum yet.”

Jay immediately pulled back, lips wet, chin slick, eyes wild with need and your hips chased him instinctively, but he just laughed low and cruel.

“Aw, did you actually think we’d let you finish?”

You whimpered, you whimpered hands, still bound in your ruined panties, pulled at the restraint.

“You’re not coming,” Jake whispered, licking into your mouth again, he was a fucking dog the way he licked you all over, “not until you’re crying for it.”

Jay’s thumb slid over your clit once, making your whole body jolt, and you bit back another whimper.

“I want her begging,” he said, “properly, on her knees, that pretty face covered in spit and tears, wanted to do that since uni.”

Jake smirked, “we’ll get her there.”

And still, they didn’t stop touching you. Jake’s mouth returned to your throat, sucking, biting down just enough to make your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. Jay’s lips caressed the inside of your thigh sweetly, as if apologizing in advance for the stuff he was about to do to you—but his eyes? They were anything but sorry.

They were starving and you were already wrecked with one look from him.

Jay’s lips were swollen now, glistening with your slick. He sat back up on his heels between your legs, panting slightly, his hands resting on your thighs like they belonged there—like he owned them.

Jake hovered above you, one knee pressing between your legs, the other hand trailing across the expanse of your ribs, grazing under your breast as he watched you try to pull your knees together again.

“You don’t even know how pretty you look like this,” Jake said, voice lower now, heavier with his deep breathing, “completely spread, soaked, crying, and still begging like a little kitten.”

“I’m—” you tried to speak, but the words stuck in your throat. All you could do was shake your head, helplessly, breath hitching.

“Don’t you dare shake your head at me, baby,” Jake murmured, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb, “you’ve been teasing us for years.”

Jay leaned down again, kissing your hip. “Years,” he echoed, lips soft but voice hard. “In that little white dress at graduation, every fucking party, every pool day, every time you got close to us, teased us during this trip, the kisses, the fucking touches, you knew what you were doing, right, kitten?”

His teeth grazed the inside of your thigh and you gasped, the sting making your knees twitch again.

“We should’ve taken you apart back then,” Jake groaned.

Jay pulled your legs farther apart and pressed a single, rough kiss right above your clit. You whimpered, again, and Jake licked your neck as if following some rhythm, his fingers stroking the side of your tit while your tied hands trembled above your head.

“You’re going to give us everything now,” Jake whispered.

“I am—” you gasped.

“Not yet, but you will,” Jay said, biting lower now, marking you all over without thinking twice, “you think this is about making you feel good? No, sweetheart. This is about us breaking that little control you used to hold over us, the one you’ve been using the past few days.”

Jake pressed two fingers into your mouth. “Open.”

You obeyed after hesitation, tongue curling around them, lips closing, eyes wide as you looked up at him like a broken doll already.

Jake groaned, “fucking hell, look at her, taking it so well for me.”

Jay kissed your clit again, softer this time, almost tender like he let his feelings take over, but his hands still held your thighs apart with firm, bruising grips.

“Keep those pretty legs open,” he said darkly, “if you try to close them, I’ll tie them up too.”

You whimpered around Jake’s fingers, tongue working instinctively, your hips twitching every time Jay’s lips brushed you but didn’t stay.

Jake leaned closer, “you want us to ruin you, don’t you, baby?”

You tried to nod, mouth full of his fingers. He slid his fingers deeper into your mouth, holding your jaw, smiling when your throat flexed as you swallowed around them.

Jay’s tongue licked a slow circle around your clit again, and you nearly choked on Jake’s fingers, gasping, legs trembling violently now.

Jake pulled back, eyes dark with hunger, “you’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Please,” you whispered, finally able to speak, voice completely wrecked. “I need it, I can’t—”

Jake slapped your thigh, not too hard, but hard enough to make you freeze midway your speech.

“You don’t cum until we say,” he growled.

Jay kissed up your waist, finally letting you rest—just for a second. His fingers traced the curve of your ass, obsessed.

“She’s so fucking good for us,” he muttered.

Jake’s mouth returned to your ear, “you’ve never been touched like this, have you? Not properly, not like actual two fucking men do for their girl.”

You shook your head, their girl, you were ruined for anyone else and they hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“No one’s ever made you beg, huh, kitten?”

You shook again, your eyes filling with tears again at the tension, the ache, the heat between your legs that still had no release.

“Say it.”

“No one’s ever—ever made me feel like this.”

Jay bit your waist, “fucking knew it.”

Jake kissed the corner of your lips. “You’re going to remember this for the rest of your fucking life.”

They shifted, Jake moving down your body, his tongue tracing the valley between your breasts, his fingers still gripping your wrists. Jay leaned in and kissed your temple before kissing your neck again, slow.

Then Jake reached your thighs, and he spit again—right onto your clit.

You cried out.

Jay held your legs open, and Jake rubbed the wetness in slow circles, never enough pressure, “still not coming, darling.”

You sobbed, tears cascading down the curve of your cheek with how frustrated and turned on you were.

Jay leaned in and licked them right off of your cheek, “god, you cry so pretty,” he mumbled against your skin, savouring the salty taste of your frustration.

“So wet, so close, hm? Still not allowed to cum,” Jake said, dazed.

They were destroying you, but you grabbed Jay’s shirt, looking at him with innocent eyes, trying your best to get something out of the two men, Jake only scoffed against your thigh, smiling right after.

“Yeah, baby?” Jay asked, leaning closer, pressing another kiss onto your lips, and you sighed sweetly, trying your best to unbutton his shirt with your tied up wrists, barely giving you space to move, your fingers fumble with each button.

“You that desperate to see me, sweetheart?” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “Is that why you’re still trying, even when we’ve got you all tied up and shaking?”

Jake kissed your upper thigh with a chuckle, dangerously close to your clit, which felt more sensitive each passing serving, “she’s always been a greedy lil kitty,” he muttered, biting down marks over where Jay left his own ones, “always trying to be in control, even now.”

“Ah—” you looked at them with angry tears, not willing to beg for the release, so you did something that you knew would get them riled up, “will you just talk or actually fucking d—do something about it,” you mumbled, groaning midway as Jake licked you up.

Jake didn’t bother replying, not when you were such a brat, instead, he just moaned into your folds as he finally, finally dragged his tongue up your slit and latched onto your clit with precision, as if he’d been practising to do so.

You gasped, your back arching in the process to get yourself even closer to Jake, legs trembling with need.

“There she is,” Jay murmured, voice low as he watched Jake devour you, “all those bratty lil’ comments until someone shoves their tongue down there, huh?”

For an answer, he only got a broken moan from you as Jake devoured your essence as if he was a man starved, tongue flattening against you, nose brushing your clit, dipping into your folds as he licked you up and down, your hips jerking up in the process in an insatiable need.

Jay leaned closer, brushing a knuckle against your cheek, “this what you needed? After all that attitude? After years of acting like you weren’t just dying for one of us to ruin you the second you stepped into the villa?”

“You’re delusional,” you whispered, breathless, sprawled like a princess and Jay chuckled, untying your wrists now.

“Am I really?” Jay smirked, “because I remember that one night, senior year, academic week. You walked out of the library with your hair a mess, that navy hoodie falling off your shoulder, and I swear to fucking god—” He grabbed your chin, “I almost dragged you back inside just to shut you up.”

The second your hands were free, you grabbed his belt, making Jay shake his head with a smirk, “fucking knew it.”

The two only moved back, making you whine, as they undressed themselves in the dim room, the barely there golden lights only accentuating their figures. You had gone completely silent, eyes flicking from one man to the other, especially when their arms flexed with each movement, faint abs on display.

Then their veiny hands moved to their belts, making you gulp.

Jake slid his leather belt from the loops with a sharp snap that made your thighs clench, his eyes on you as he did so. Jay was slower, watching you with patience as he unbuckled the belt and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of his pants without taking his eyes off your face.

A low whine left your lips yet again the second you saw them—their hardened cocks, thick and veiny, waiting to ruin you by all means, already dripping with precum on the tip.

You were quiet now, so quiet.

It was as if your body understood something your mind hadn’t comprehended yet, it simply couldn’t.

Jake was the first to move—kneeling on the bed again, sliding up behind you. His hands dragged over your waist, fingers splayed across your stomach as he pulled you flush into his chest.

“You stopped talking, princess,” he murmured into your ear, lips brushing your skin, “not bratty anymore? Need my cock inside your sweet cunt, hm?”

Jay came around the front, “maybe she’s just finally realized what she’s about to get.” He said, fingers wrapped around his cock, so close to your lips, which parted with anticipation, or the lack of breath, even more so when you felt Jake’s cock prodding your soaked folds from behind you.

“You said you wanted us to do something about it,” Jay whispered, “now we’re going to see if you can fucking take it.”

Jake shifted behind you, nudging your legs wider with his knees as one hand reached down to properly guide himself between your thighs. He wasn’t teasing anymore, he was shaking, from self control, from need, as if he’d push into you without any hesitation now.

His cock slid between your folds, dragging through the slick mess, he groaned low, deep, grounding himself with one hand gripping on your hip.

“She’s soaked,” he muttered, “so fucking ready.”

Jay knelt in front of you now, one hand curling under your chin to lift your face.

“You’re gonna let me fuck that mouth while he fills you from behind,” he said, thumb stroking your swollen bottom lip, “you gonna take both of us, princess?”

You nodded, dazed, but Jay just chuckled. “No, baby. Go on, say it.”

“I want both of you, p—please,” you managed to breath out.

Jake slid into you in one slow, relentless thrust, and you cried out loud with your body jolting forward at the impact, the stretch, the need and desperation clear with his thrust.

Jay groaned like that did something to him, like your voice alone was enough to fuel him. He moved forward, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Then open up, baby,” he groaned, “and let us take over, yeah?”

You did, as Jake pistoned deep again, grunting as your walls clenched around him, so inviting, so desperate. He was thicker than you had imagined—stretching you open inch by inch. His hands resting around your hips, holding you still as he began to fuck you hard from behind.

Jay slid into your mouth at the same time, his fingers in your hair, guiding your head as you sucked him down with a whimper.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jake panted behind you, “letting out the prettiest sounds and both her holes are full.”

Jay moaned above you, hips snapping forward. “She’s dripping around your cock while her mouth’s choking on mine, such a sweet lil’ slut for us.”

You couldn’t speak, not with Jay’s cock pushing deep into your throat, but the moans vibrating from your chest told them everything, how his words made you even crazier if that was possible, and you were scared of how loud the moans and the noise of skin slapping were, what if someone would hear?

Your hands clenched around the sheets, your body shaking between them, and they fucked you like they were in competition, like your pleasure was a war they were both determined to win.

Jake bent forward, breath warm on your skin, “let go, baby,” he whispered, “we’re not stopping ‘til we hear you scream.” He said, accent stronger than ever.

Jay groaned as your lips tightened, your throat flexing around him, trying to adjust to his length, “you’re close, aren’t you?” he gritted, “you’re gonna cum with both of us inside you, huh?”

You whimpered, trying to nod as every nerve in your body lit up, stretched between them, full and desperate, a deep sensation in the bottom of your abdomen only indicating what was to come.

“Then do it,” Jay ordered, voice almost breaking, “show us how ruined you are, how desperate and needy you are.”

Jake’s hand slipped between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, firm circles.

And that’s all it took.

Your eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering shut with how close you were, practically screaming round Jay’s cock, your whole body trembling violently as Jake fucked you through it, groaning as you clenched hard around him.

“Go on, princess.”

“Such a good girl.”

“Our little slut.”

“Doing so well, hm?”

Their voices blended into one with their praises molded into degradation and you felt yourself losing your mind as the orgasm washed you over, you needed a stronger word than ecstasy for what you felt, the room was almost like mist with the essence of all of yours need, your hunger, which wasn’t satiated yet.

Jay pulled out just in time to hear your full scream echoing in the room—and he too came with a choked groan across your lips, spilling hot and messy down your chin as you gasped for breath.

Jake slammed in one more time, moaning, and then you felt him cum inside you, deep and twitching, heat flooding your cunt with his release.

They didn’t move, didn’t breathe, just held you between them completely undone, experiencing euphoric sensations all over.

“You okay?” Jay asked, resting his forehead on yours, as you tried to nod.

“Sure, princess?” Jake caressed your spine, sliding his cock out as you suddenly felt empty, “you know we’re not done, right?”

“W—what?” Your eyes widened, “but you already—”

Jay’s palm smoothed over your thigh as he shifted over you. “You didn’t think we were just gonna stop after one, did you?”

Jake’s laugh was soft, almost wicked, “that was just the first course, baby.”

Jay kissed your temple, slow and reverent, even as his cock hardened again beneath you, “we told you we’d ruin you, you want us both, hm? Then take it like a good lil’ doll you are.”

You gasped as Jake kissed your neck, head falling back into his touch.

“There she is, that’s my girl,” he murmured against your pulse, “so responsive, even when you’re shaking.”

You were trembling now, thighs still slick with Jake’s cum, and yet your hips shifted instinctively as if your craving towards them was endless, it’s the greed they talked about, the lust you couldn’t control.

Jay helped you lift, just slightly, guiding you up on shaky knees. He lay beneath you now, flat on his back, his cock glistening against his abdomen. You were straddling him again, facing him, but your legs were weaker, spreading wider as you looked down at him.

Jay’s hands cupped your ass, “you want more, sweetheart?” he asked, tone warm but heavy, “then be a good girl and take me again.”

He helped you sink down on his cock, which was even thicker than that of Jake, your walls clenching around him uncontrollably, another raw moan leaving your lips.

Jay hissed, eyes screwed shut for a moment, as he feels what he’s wanted for years, you. “So fucking tight, you’re still so—fuck, wet.”

Jake was behind you now, kneeling between Jay’s spread legs, his hands slid up your sides, then curved around your waist as he pressed a kiss behind your ear.

“Now breathe, princess,” he whispered, “and don’t let go of him, yeah?”

You didn’t understand at first, only focusing on his breathy voice and plush lips, alongside Jay’s cock that had you stuffed to the brim, you didn’t understand it, not until you felt the blunt head of Jake’s cock pressing against your entrance—against the spot already filled by Jay.

Your body froze, tingling with fear? Anticipation? Filth? You weren’t sure anymore, “oh my fucking god—”

“Relax,” Jay said, voice low, thumbs circling on your clit, “you’re okay, darling, we’ve got you.”

Jake didn’t rush, he kissed the sweet spot on your neck again, then dragged his tongue over the bruise he’d left, before he started to press his cock in.

Beside Jay, in the same hole.

You cried out, your forehead falling to Jay’s neck as the burn of the stretch came instantly, his necklace pressing into the skin of your chest, leaving a mark, an imprint.

“F—fuck wait, I—”

“Shhh,” Jake whispered, one hand stroking your tits, the other bracing your hip, “you can do it. Let me in, baby, you’re my princess, aren’t you?”

Jay didn’t move, letting you adjust, eyes fixated on you, and how you bit his clavicle like a kitten trying to adjust to the pain, slowly realizing that it’s pleasure instead. His hands gripped your thighs now, holding you steady as Jake inched in alongside him.

Tears started streaming down your face yet again, “please,” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

“Please? Want us to breed your little cunt? Fuck you dumb till you can’t walk? Can’t speak?” Jay groaned, snapping his hips up harshly as you held onto him tighter, nails digging into his skin.

Jake almost growled low in your ear, a sound more animal than man, “look at you, fucking crying because it feels too good. You were made for this, weren’t you, baby? For us?”

You couldn’t answer, the stretch was unbearable, so tight, so full, but their words made it worse, made it better. Made you wetter, somehow, your body betraying you in the most delicious way possible, Jay was still buried to the hilt underneath you, warm and thick, and Jake was inching in behind him, slow but relentless, like he knew the second he bottomed out, you’d lose every last piece of your mind.

Jake kissed the back of your neck again, softer this time, “just a little more, take it, princess. Let me all the way in. Let us ruin you.”

But then, he was in, bottoming out fully, two cocks snug inside your cunt as if they were made for it, the imprint of bulge clear on your lower abdomen, pressed against Jay at the moment.

“Jay—Jake,” you cried out, and they only thrusted in harder, their cocks dragging against each other as they were buried tight, the friction almost obscene, as if straight out of a smutty little novel.

“Fucking look at her,” Jake grunted, hand around your throat, gripping you firm enough to make you feel it, “crying while getting fucked like a whore, huh? You love this, don’t you? Love being our perfect little fucktoy?”

“She’s so tight,” Jay hissed, his teeth clenching as he thrust up again, hips jerking, “like her pretty cunt was made to be split open like this, just for us, huh, princess?”

You gasped, which almost came out like a broken plea, when they moved again, hips snapping in a brutal rhythm that knocked the breath out of you. Your whole body jolted forward at the intensity, pinned between their bodies, unable to move, to breathe.

“You hear that?” Jake’s hand slid down, smacking your clit harshly before rubbing fast, filthy circles on it, his rings cold against your skin, “that wet fucking sound? That’s you, princess. Dripping all over our cocks. Can’t even take us without making a fucking mess.”

Jay’s hand found your face, fingers gripping your jaw, forcing your eyes open. “You better be looking at me when you cum. Let me see what my perfect slut looks like when she falls apart for us.”

Your breath hitched yet again, and you weren’t sure if you were breathing anymore because that’s what it felt like, like you were cracking down the middle from being stuffed so full. The lewd drag of their cocks inside you, pushing against each other, made every nerve ending scream.

Jake leaned closer, lips brushing your ear, his voice sultry, “you feel how deep we are, baby? Look—” his hand flattened over your belly, pressing down just above your cunt, and you saw it, the bulge visible and twitching with every thrust. “That’s us. We’re in so fucking deep.”

Your head dropped back, a sweet cry leaving your mouth as you chanted their names like a bloody mantra that was gonna keep you alive.

“Shit—she’s doing it again,” Jay grunted, sweat forming at his temples as he snapped his hips up harder, sharper, “squeezing so tight as if she wants to be split apart.”

“Say it,” Jake ordered, thumb brushing your lower lip before slipping inside, making you suck around it while your eyes rolled back, his other hand pinching your nipple harshly, “tell us what you are.”

You choked around his thumb, words slurred and broken, “Yours. I’m—fuck—I’m your whore, your toy—please, please—”

They didn’t stop, they didn’t care about the wedding, the guests, the door being unlocked and just shut. They only cared about having you, listening to your pretty moans, ruining you in the way they’ve been dreaming about.

It’s almost surreal, the two possessive men who wanted you all to themselves were now sharing you, just so they could touch you, feel you, and take you in a way no one else will ever be able to.

“Good girl,” Jay mumbled.

“Pretty slut,” Jake rasped out.

You were overstimulated by now, gasping, moaning, screaming their names, and they loved every second of it, giving you eargasm with how they groaned your name under their breath too, pushing into you deeper by each thrust, reaching the good spots you didn’t even know existed.

Your body didn’t know where to focus—on Jay’s mouth kissing you through your moans, or Jake’s tongue trailing a shiver down your spine, on Jay’s fingers rubbing fast, brutal circles over your abused clit, or Jake’s teeth biting down on the slope of your shoulder, marking you like he wanted everyone to know who you belong to.

Jay’s head fell back on the pillow with a deep groan, his voice breaking. “You’re fucking pulsing—fuck, you’re squeezing us.”

Jake gritted out, “I can feel you inside her, fuck—she’s gonna cum again.”

You screamed, the knot in your stomach tighter than ever, no words were spoken, just the sound of you falling apart on their cocks as your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt seizing around them, milking them both as your body shivered, vision going dark as they filled you up with their warmth, cum oozing out of your cunt.

And before you knew it, you were squirting all over their lengths, giving them exactly what they needed, unholy pleasure. Then it was silent for a few seconds as you laid down on Jay’s chest, exhausted.

“Holy fuck—” Jay let out.

Your cunt squeezed them tighter, you had no control over yourself now, and they looked at you, mesmerized, as you let out your juices in slow pulses.

“She’s—Jesus fucking christ, baby, you’re—” Jake marvelled, holding your waist as he slid out to observe your swollen pussy, dripping all over Jay’s thighs now.

You moaned weakly, barely able to speak, face buried in the crook of Jay’s neck, “I—I can’t stop,” you whispered, breath shaking, “fucking hell, I can’t—”

Jay exhaled against your ear, the sound heavy with disbelief and pure arousal. Then, slowly, he shifted around.

“Let me see her,” Jake murmured, eyes solely on you.

Jay nodded once and slid out, making you gasp at the emptiness as your swollen, soaked cunt clenched around nothing now, and then Jay was easing you onto your back.

Jake sat beside you, breath hitched, while Jay stayed kneeling between your legs, both of them staring down like they couldn’t quite believe what they’d done.

You were a vision of pure, sacred destruction with your slick thighs, cunt glistening, flushed and twitching with every aftershock. Their cum poured slowly from your abused hole in thick trails, pooling beneath you.

“Good lord,” Jay muttered under his breath.

Jake just stared, jaw clenched, “she’s dripping everywhere, fuck.”

Jay reached out, almost without thinking, and spread your folds open with two fingers, watching more of their release slide out of you beautifully.

You whimpered, breath hitching, every nerve lit and tingling with how sensitive you were now. You tried to close your legs, shy with their predatory gaze, but they didn’t let you.

Jake’s hand moved to your thigh, “no, let us see you, princess.”

Jay leaned down, dragging his gaze from your fluttering cunt to your ruined expression. “You’re still clenching,” he murmured, almost in awe.

“She can’t stop,” Jake added, brushing hair from your damp face, “poor baby, body’s gone dumb for us, hm? Look at you, kitten.”

You stared up at them, eyes glassy, lips parted, unable to form a single word, mind hazy, but they didn’t need one.

Your body was saying everything.

Jay’s fingers slid back inside you like nothing had changed, like you weren’t already trembling and soaked with their cum and your tears. Your back arched yet again, a sob escaped your lips as you choked out, “I—I can’t, not again, please!”

Jake leaned over you, breath brushing your cheek as his veiny hand trailed between your thighs, “yeah?” he chuckled, “then why are you still dripping, baby?”

You whimpered, thighs twitching, but there was escape for you—Jay’s hand held your hip down, and Jake’s thumb was already pressing circles into your swollen clit as you moaned.

“You say you can’t,” Jay muttered, eyes locked on where you clenched around him, “but your body’s still begging.”

Jake laughed, “she doesn’t know what she needs.”

Jay smirked, knowing that they weren’t gonna stop, not tonight, as he continued saying in his deep, attractive voice.

“Oh, she doesn’t, hm? Then it’s a good thing we do.”

Chapter 13: The end or the beginning?

You lost the count of the amount of orgasms your body oh so beautifully provided Jay and Jake with, and now? You were catching your breath as the boys now sat down beside you, just clad in their loose basketball shorts, hair messier than ever, and lazy smirks still plastered on their faces.

“You okay? Breathing, hm?” Jake asked, mindlessly brushing his knuckles against the expanse of your thigh.

“God, barely,” you huffed out.

“Y’know, you look so pretty like this,” Jay smirked, “all ruined for us.”

“Oh my—don’t even start,” you mumbled, too exhausted to actually do something about it.

But despite their teasing, they were gentle with you now, and you dare didn’t look them in the eye, which was pooling with the essence of love.

Jake pressed his plush lips to your clavicle, “you’re glowing, princess.”

“Oh, she’s wrecked,” Jay said, not hiding how proud he was.

“Stop talking, both of you,” you muttered, hiding your face with the fluffed up pillow.

Jake chuckled for a second before asking, “can you move?”

“Ah, absolutely not,” you groaned.

“Yeah, exactly,” Jay smirked, “alight, it’s bath time now, so.” He dragged, brows raised.

“Huh? What bath time?” You were lost, peeking out from under the pillow.

Jay was already headed towards the bathroom, finally with a mission to make use of the massive bathtub which no one had used up until now, “you really think we won’t take care of you before you sleep, hm?”

Jake was quick to push his arms under your legs and back, scooping you in his hold as you yelped, holding his nape for balance, your cheek pressed into his shoulder while he cooed at your adorable antics, “you’ll thank us later.”

“You’re too pleased with yourself,” you let out, a pout forming at your lips.

“And you love it,” Jake retorted, grinning handsomely.

The tub was nearly full in no time, the water steaming gently as Jay knelt beside it, testing the temperature with a look of pure precision, “perfect timing, hop in, love.”

Jake set you down into the water with all the care in the world, guiding you between his legs as he slid in behind you. The warmth rushed over your skin and made you sigh in bliss, your whole body drooping in relief, his arms draping around your waist lazily.

Jay was quick to grab a washcloth, easing your nerves with how gently he cleaned you, as if he knew the exact massage points, where he lingered to sooth your pain, making you sigh yet again in Jake’s embrace, even more so when Jay caressed your ribs, the expanse of your skin, even the curve of your thigh.

“There we go,” Jay murmured as you whimpered lightly, more from tenderness than pain now, “easy there, baby. You’ve done enough tonight.”

“You were perfect,” Jake whispered, his touch on your knuckles was loving, and you weren’t entirely sure if the warmth you were feeling now was due to the temperature of the water.

Jay was observant, eyes trailing to capture every single drop of water on you, and how you still managed to look beautiful, effortlessly so, even after the swell job they did, ruining you in bed.

“Still shy after everything we just did?” He teased, rinsing the cloth in the water before sliding it along your shoulder, the act more intimate than everything you did prior.

“She’s our sweet girl,” Jake said quietly, nuzzling into your neck in the manner that faintly reminded you of a puppy, “glowing so pretty after we’ve had our way with her.”

“I hate you both,” you mumbled, voice muffled where your cheek was tucked into Jake’s chest again.

“Yeah? We love you too,” both boys managed to let out at the same time.

You didn’t reply, just bathed in the warmth and the little feeling of giddiness bubbling through you. The boys didn’t mind, not when you closed your eyes and almost drifted off to sleep right there. It was easy for them to caress your cheek, waking you up enough for them to dry you off, helping you back to the bed.

You faintly remember them arguing over who’s t-shirt and shorts you’ll be wearing, but they had a truce when Jay put his shirt over you, and Jake slid his shorts up your legs. It was blurry as they made you drink water, treating you like royalty, especially when you were caught in the middle of the two men who held you close, whispering praises in a quiet murmur.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” Jake whispered, eyes pooling with emotions even he couldn’t decipher.

“She’s real,” Jay said, pressing his lips against your cheek, “and sore.”

“Shut up,” you shifted, your lips twitching, which made the two laugh.

Their touches were endless, luring you into the dreamland as the room was now filled with the scent of your strawberry body wash, and soon, both the boys were nestled close to your neck, breathing you in as they slept, probably the best sleep they’ve ever had.

You weren’t sure what stirred you awake a few hours later—maybe the sunrise blending softly into the room, maybe your own heartbeat, which was finally at peace now, which rocketed yet again, observing the two lovesick men clinging onto your frame like they physically need you to stay sane, even in their dreams.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, deeply observing Jay’s long eyelashes, a pout on his lips as he slept, and the heart shaped birthmark which you had kissed last night. He looked beautiful. Then you turned to stare at Jake, his hair looked bouncier than ever, slight freckles gracing his cheekbones, and lips that mumbled something incoherent even in sleep.

It was a pretty place to be in, between two stunning men who were pining over you like the world would end if they didn’t have you, and you clicked your tongue. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to have them chase you, right?

Carefully, you slipped from between them, biting back a laugh as Jake groaned in protest, blindly petting the empty space your body had left. You paused, watching as both of them shifted slightly, their foreheads nearly touching now. Like magnets, drawn to each other, reminding you of the first day you saw them cuddling.

You walked quietly across the room, grabbed the hotel notepad from the desk, and scribbled something before rushing to the bathroom, getting ready for the flight that was about to take you home today, as Karina knew, and so did the others—but not these two.

And maybe, you just wanted them to actually show if they want you, which goes beyond chasing you in a villa, in a room you shared. So, with two soft pecks on each of their cheeks, you dragged your luggage out, leaving them behind.

It was only when the afternoon rolled in an hour later, the two stirred in their sleep.

Jake woke with a sharp inhale, arm stretching across the mattress in a daze, searching for you unconsciously. His hand met nothing but cool sheets, no trace of you.

“Y/N?” he mumbled, still groggy, voice thick, and plush lips dry. He blinked at the space beside him—empty, pillows still in their place.

Jay moved beside him, groaning, “what—?”

“She’s not here—she’s not,” Jake sat up fast now, the fog of sleep yanked from his mind in a split second.

Jay rubbed at his eyes, still slow, until he glanced over and saw the empty space where you’d been, “wait. What do you mean not here?”

Jake was already climbing out of bed in search of you, “She’s not in the bathroom either.”

“Maybe she went downstairs,” Jay said, but even as he said it, his voice faltered with concern, “or—fuck, check the patio. Maybe she—went for a walk?”

They moved like a spark had been lit under them, crashing through the hallway barefoot and disoriented, not caring about being shirtless, again, not caring about anything but you, especially after the night.

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice echoed off the walls.

Jay flung open the guest room doors, startling Winter and Yunjin out of their sleep, who had slept after saying bye to you just a few minutes back.

“Is she with you?” he demanded.

Winter sat up, eyes wide, “what? No—she left for the airport, didn’t she?”

“What?” Jake breathed out, a look of horror clear on his face.

“She said goodbye a while back,” Yunjin added, rubbing her eyes. “Didn’t she tell you guys?”

“No,” Jay snapped, spinning around, “she didn’t.”

Jake ran a hand through his hair, panic growing like a storm, with his heartbeat rising, “she wouldn’t just leave. She wouldn’t—she didn’t even say goodbye.”

They tore through the villa. Kitchen? Empty. Garden paths? Silent. The pool deck? Absolutely trace of you. Your toothbrush was gone, your suitcases? Gone. And they both? Absolutely batshit crazy. They didn’t want it to end, not so fast.

Jay ended up back in the room, chest tight, hands planted on the edge of the mattress like it could bring him some sort of support.

Then he saw it.

A single folded slip of paper, placed neatly in the center of the pillow where your head had been.

“Jake.”

Jake ran in, still breathless, “what?”

Jay didn’t speak, just held out the note with a clenched jaw and Jake unfolded it with shaky fingers, his pulse roaring in his ears as his eyes scanned your handwriting, and there it was.

The final line, in your usual messy scrawl.

They read it, and Jay exhaled, but it didn’t calm him. Jake scanned through, both looking up at each other with blank faces.

And then, their own lips twitched, smirking as they rushed to get their own belongings packed, shoving clothes into their bags, grabbing whatever clothes they found first, focused like men on a big mission, looking for flight tickets on a whim, a girl to chase, as your note laid proud on the bed, saying:

Catch me if you can before I change my mind. — Yours (maybe?)

THANK YOU FOR READING!

THIS FIC WAS POSTED IN TWO PARTS AS TUMBLR DOES NOT ALLOW POSTS WITH MORE THAN A 1000 BLOCKS!

#mai oomfies ♡

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chamisulgrape · 4 days ago

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happy 2k to boss!heeseung we all know and love u shoutout to u

make you mine 𖤐 [l.hs]

After finding out that Sunghoon's been keeping you from the rest of them, Heeseung makes it his mission to remind Sunghoon who the real boss is.

☆ part one (boss!sunghoon)| part two

☆ pairing → boss!heeseung x secretary!afab reader

☆ word count → 4.9k

☆ tags → office au, boss!heeseung, secretary!reader, boss!hyungline series

☆ smut tags → pwp, dubcon, unprotected p in v, bondage/choking (with a belt), degradation, blowjobs, floor sex, breeding kink, free use kink, dom/sub elements, lots of spit/drool, mention of free use relationship with boss!hyungline, reader is a whore for hyungline & she's playing the long game, tl;dr just lots of nasty smut

☆ warnings → one line mentioning that boss!heeseung and boss!jake get it on behind the scenes and inviting reader to join them... :3 not proofread as always

☆ a/n → part 2 of boss!enha series finally out! reworked from one of my previous wips, pls reblog or leave me asks/comments if u enjoyed hehe that would make me very happy :3

♪ i wanna taste the crush, i wanna feel, i wanna lay you down, i wanna string you out, i wanna make you mine

minors dni.

You aren't surprised when Heeseung seeks you out, rather, you’re surprised by the purpose.

You’ve just finished another late night meeting at the office, when Heeseung asks you to stay back. It’s late, around midnight, but it’s Heeseung, all of your bosses' boss, so you can’t really refuse—you shouldn’t. If Heeseung asks someone to do something, they listen—you always listen.

You ignore the questioning look Sunghoon sends you. The rest of your bosses filter out slowly, along with the remaining executive staff and managers.

Sunghoon lingers, shooting you another look of concern before he turns to Heeseung, who’s on his phone, leaning back in his chair at the very end of the table. “Heeseung, it’s pretty late, can’t you talk to her tomorrow?”

Heeseung doesn’t even spare him a glance, still typing away on his phone. “This project is due in a month. She’s falling behind. She needs to catch up to everyone else.”

You know it’s bullshit. You know Sunghoon knows that it’s bullshit—but it’s Heeseung, and Sunghoon can’t argue against him. Sunghoon exhales, shrugging his laptop bag over his shoulder. He ducks down to press his lips against your cheek, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back.

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod. Sunghoon presses another kiss to your forehead before he leaves the conference room, leaving you and Heeseung alone.

“Heeseung,” you shift your weight on your feet. Heeseung is so, so far, but his presence suffocates you with his authority.

Heeseung finally looks up at this. You fidget awkwardly under the heavy gaze Heeseung’s looking at you with. “Hm?”

“What—what were you talking about?” You swallow. “We can go over everything now.”

Heeseung hums, voice low and deep. “Sure.”

You swallow, again. Heeseung walks over to the projector, plugging his phone into the USB port. Heeseung scrolls on his phone for a few seconds, before calling you over.

“You wanna choose a song? Some background noise. Just to help us think.” Heeseung asks over his shoulder. You cross the room, stopping once you’re behind Heeseung, peering over his shoulder to look over at his phone.

“You can choose, Sir. Anything.” You reply, stepping back to create some distance between them.

“Anything?” Heeseung repeats.

You shuffle your feet. “Yeah, anything is fine.”

Heeseung makes a sound in response, before he snorts. You furrow your brows in confusion.

“What?”

Heeseung’s reply comes a second later. “It’s just funny, isn’t it?”

“What’s funny?” You, out of curiosity, lean forward to see what Heeseung is laughing about.

Heeseung snickers, throwing his arm over your shoulders and handing you his phone. “Watch for yourself.”

You make a small sound, taking the phone into your hands. You regret it as soon as you do. You recognize it immediately—it being the video Heeseung is laughing at. You recognize it, in horror.

“Press play, _____.” Heeseung says, voice smooth.

“Heeseung—Sir, this,” you suck in a breath. “I can’t watch this.”

Heeseung pulls you closer and does it for you, pressing play on the video himself, murmuring a watch carefully. Your eyes go wide at the sound of the video echoing throughout the room, and the video playing on the huge projector.

“Heeseung!” You look at him, horrified when you remember that Heeseung’s phone is connected to the speakers.

Mortification washes over you at the sound of Sunghoon’s voice coming from the speakers and the sight of Sunghoon’s cock in your mouth—the same video Sunghoon recorded of you days ago. “Maybe I’ll send these to your bosses, hm? Let them all know how much you like this. Maybe I’ll let them take turns with you too.”

Your fingers tremble around the phone. You’re too horrified to look anywhere but the screen. Your cheeks burn when you hear Heeseung laugh, his hot breath hitting your ear.

Heeseung’s lips brush against your ear, and you vaguely register that the proximity between them has lessened; your shoulder digging into Heeseung’s chest and Heeseung’s arm still around your shoulders.

“Keep watching. It gets better.”

“Maybe even Jongseong. I see the way you look at him. You look at him the same way you look at Heeseung; the same way you look at me. Like if he asked you, you’d let him fuck you right then and there.”

You hear yourself whine in the video—you’re sure the whole company hears it, and you’re pretty sure your whole face is aflame with embarrassment. You want to cry—to run, to hide. You’re mortified.

Heeseung stops the video, snatching the phone from your hands and turning it off with a click, leaving it on top of one of the speakers. He looks at you expectantly. You don't know what he wants, too horrified to even think clearly.

“Heeseung—this isn’t—it isn’t what you think it is.” You try, swallowing the lump in your throat down.

Heeseung raises a brow. “What isn’t? The part about you wanting to fuck me, or the fact that Sunghoon’s cock was in your mouth?”

You inhale sharply. “No—it’s not like that.”

“It’s funny, we all knew Sunghoon had you wrapped around his finger, but we didn’t know it was like this. In the company bathroom too? God, he has you so desperate for him. Didn’t know you had it in you, Secretary _____.” Heeseung licks his teeth, and you let out a shuddering breath.

“That’s not true—it’s not like that.” You repeat. You sound like a broken record now.

“What? So you don’t want to me to fuck you? Sunghoon said if I asked, you would. Maybe it’s not me you want, maybe it’s Jongseong—no, don’t tell me, Jaeyun?” Heeseung has a sardonic grin playing on his lips, and distantly, it reminds him of Sunghoon.

“What?” You feel exposed—naked under Heeseung’s gaze—like you’re being scrutinized.

Your boss of over three years. Heeseung, the man who hired you himself, interviewed you himself, chose you out of hundreds of women. And now here you two are. Cat and mouse. You’ve played right into his hands.

Maybe Sunghoon was never the one who had control of you. It feels like the real boss was here all along. Waiting for you—wanting you.

Heeseung’s grin never falters, it only widens as he steps back to shrug off his blazer to let it fall to the ground below him, leaving him in a plain white button-up shirt. You stare at the fabric—and oh my god, what’s happening. It’s not that you don't want it, you just never thought it would happen this way, not like this. Not this quickly either.

“Well?” Heeseung tilts his head, sending you an unamused look. You can’t tell if this is real; Heeseung was always hard to read, hard to figure out. “I don’t have all day.”

You gulp. “Heeseung—I don’t—I don’t even have anything on me. We—”

“That’s okay. It’s better that way,” Heeseung reaches out to pat your hair, finger brushing through tangles. You feel like a joke. The feeling of embarrassment never fades, instead, settling into your body as a comfortable buzz. “Get on your knees and get me wet, okay?”

Maybe it’s the anticipation, or the respect you have for Heeseung—or the fact that you’d do absolutely anything Heeseung tells you to—but you nod, brain and body moving on autopilot. Your mind is fuzzy, radio static. Heeseung pushes you down by the head, down until your knees hit the floor with a soft thud.

“You’re so good for Sunghoon, you’ll be good for me, won’t you?” Heeseung murmurs, still petting your hair like you’re some sort of dog. You nod eagerly, hands coming up to grasp onto Heeseung’s thighs.

Heeseung’s lip curls at the contact. “Did I say you could touch me?”

“No, Heeseung.” You reply quickly, obediently removing your hands quickly to rest in small fists by your side. Heeseung shakes his head lightly, and you salivates in anticipation when you hear Heeseung’s belt hit the ground.

“Good. Get to work, Secretary _____.”

That’s how you find yourself like this: on your knees, your fingers gripping the hem of your skirt in an attempt to keep your hands down, and Heeseung’s cock, thick and heavy, resting on your tongue.

Heeseung isn’t as big as Sunghoon is, but for what he lacks in length, he makes up with girth. He fills up your mouth better than Sunghoon does, his cock stretches your lips just right. Your lids are hooded as you peer up at Heeseung through your lashes, trying to gauge his reactions so you know when to swallow, when to suck, when to graze your teeth against him the slightest bit.

“Stop fucking drooling,” Heeseung growls, voice low. You whine in response, it’s not like you can help it. “I don’t like it messy, didn’t Sunghoon tell you?”

You try your best to nod, just to show Heeseung that you do know, and that Sunghoon did tell you. You make a sound around Heeseung’s cock, causing Heeseung to groan lowly, pressing in deeper, deeper until the head of his cock barely brushes the back of your throat.

“You’re just like Jaeyun. Both get so dumb for cock that you can’t help but drool all over yourselves, like fucking whores.” Heeseung licks his teeth, smirking.

You whine, squeezing your thighs together. Heeseung only laughs lightly, running a hand through your hair. “Jaeyun’s sloppy, but at least he knows how to suck cock properly. You’re just boring. How do you get Sunghoon off like this? Doesn’t he teach you any better?”

Heeseung pulls out, frowning at the sight of the spit that’s collected in your mouth spilling out the corner of your lips. You chase after him, making a sound of protest at the lack of cock in your mouth. Heeseung lets you mouth at his tip for a moment before yanking you back by the hair.

“Has Sunghoon fucked you today?” You shake your head with a wince, but stay pliant under Heeseung’s hold. “Good. Then I’ll be the first.”

The thought of coming home to Sunghoon, Sunghoon knowing that Heeseung got his way with you first, Sunghoon smelling Heeseung on you—the thought makes your body vibrate, shake with anticipation.

“You’re so eager. Just like a dog.” Heeseung hums. His voice is sweet like honey, contradicting his words. Heeseung licks his teeth, grinning, and your stomach churns. “Maybe I should treat you like one, hm?”

Heeseung releases his grip on your hair then, bending down until he’s squatting, eye-level with you. His eyes roam over your figure, and you feel so small under his gaze.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Heeseung says, and you respond with a nod. You’d take anything Heeseung gives him. Always.

Heeseung’s lips curl into a smirk, eyes burning holes into you. “Good. Sit.”

You choke on a breath. When you doesn’t comply, Heeseung frowns at you. “Didn’t you hear me? I said sit. Down.”

Heeseung reaches out, laying a hand on your shoulder, pushing you ever so gently. You follow, legs spreading wider and wider until your ass meets the rough carpet floor. Heeseung smiles then, petting your hair again. “Good girl.”

You inhale sharply, and swallow. Your cheeks heat at the praise, and you preen inwardly. Heeseung cards his fingers through your hair, before his hand falls lower, fingers brushing against your cheek before they grip at your chin. Heeseung tilts your head to the side.

“You’re so pretty. Does Sunghoon ever tell you how pretty you are?” Heeseung asks, and you nod. “It’s a shame Sunghoon got to you first, me and Jaeyun would have so much fun with you. But Sunghoon shares, doesn’t he?”

You gulp. As much as Sunghoon likes to tease you about the other members, You know that he’s possessive, more than just jealous and selfish. Sunghoon doesn’t like to share, he just likes the thought of the members wanting, and not being able to have. Sunghoon likes to come out on top.

You shake your head, and Heeseung releases his hold on your chin. “Tsk, he’ll just have to learn to then.”

”Does Sunghoon ever mark you?” Heeseung reaches behind you, and you hears the clatter of something on the floor before you see Heeseung’s belt in his hand.

You swallow. “No, Heeseung. I don’t let him—the company would see.”

Heeseung’s lips turn down, and he frowns. “Shame. You’d look so pretty with marks, wouldn’t you?” You nod, squeezing your thighs together at the thought of wearing Heeseung’s marks—having Sunghoon seeing Heeseung’s marks on you.

Heeseung seems to read your mind, because the next words that come out of his mouth are, “I’ll make sure to mark you good. I’ll mark you so that Sunghoon sees it for days, so that every time you look in the mirror, you’re reminded of me.”

You don't get a chance to reply before Heeseung wraps the belt around your neck and pulls you forward lightly. Heeseung secures the belt around your neck, and you cough when the buckle digs into your throat. Heeseung tightens it, looping one end through the buckle.

Heeseung stands then, holding the strap of the belt in his hand. He yanks the belt suddenly, and you fall face-forward, choking on a breath as your cheek presses into Heeseung’s thigh. You hear Heeseung laugh, and your face burns with mortification. Heeseung doesn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that his cock is still out, brushing against your hair. The realization causes you to hide your face in between Heeseung’s legs, ashamed.

“Look at me,” you take a deep breath, shaking your head. “Your boss is asking you to do something.”

You pull back, carefully, to look up at Heeseung. You gnaw on your lip, blinking up at Heeseung with wide eyes. Heeseung tugs on the belt again, and you let yourself be pulled, chin resting against Heeseung’s thigh as you maintain eye contact. Heeseung’s cock brushes against your cheek, and you are suddenly filled to the brim again with want. You have to swallow your saliva down when your mouth pools with spit.

You whine, chin digging into Heeseung’s leg. Heeseung toys with the end of the strap, and he coos. “What? What do you want? Tell me.”

“Heeseung,” you pout. Heeseung knows what you want, he’s just being mean.

Heeseung tilts his head, humming. “What?”

“Heeseung, please.” You plead, eyes scrunching up when Heeseung pulls on the belt again. Your neck already aches, and a dull pain settles in throughout your spine.

“You want me that bad?” You nod, and Heeseung’s lips twist mockingly. “How am I supposed to say no to you when you look so pretty for me?”

Heeseung grips the belt tighter as he moves to stand behind you, and your heart beats rapidly, anticipation growing again. Heeseung pushes you forward harshly, and you let out a startled yelp when your chest and cheek hit the dirty carpet. You swallow down the sudden disgust and try not to think about how filthy the floor is. You want Heeseung too badly to be worrying about how dirty the floor must be.

With your face turned to the windows, in the reflection, you can still see Heeseung like this. You also see yourself; face and cheeks pink, hair a mess from Heeseung grabbing at it, and your dress-shirt crinkled and pushed up to your stomach.

Heeseung squats behind you, belt strap wrapped securely around his hand. Heeseung gives it another tug, and you wince in pain as the buckle digs deeper into the soft skin of your throat. You can already feel the belt-shaped bruises forming—and you can’t stop yourself from whining because you want them. You want so badly to sport Heeseung’s marks, to see how Sunghoon reacts to seeing the bruises on your neck—bruises that aren’t his.

Heeseung runs his free hand up the back of your leg, fingers barely brushing underneath your skirt. You whimper, and you mumble out another please.

“Please? Please what? You have to tell me what you want.” Heeseung murmurs, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt.

You press your thighs together, squeezing them in an attempt to give yourself any sort of friction or relief. Heeseung tuts, pinching your leg as he reprimands you. “Stop.”

“Heeseung—touch me, please,” you breathe out, begging. “Need it, I want you so bad—please.”

Heeseung’s thumb rubs against your flesh, soothing over where he pinched you. “So polite. Should I give you what you want?”

You try your best to nod, cheek rubbing against the floor. “Please, Hee—Heeseung, please.”

Heeseung lets go of the belt, leaning back and letting the strap fall to the floor. You shiver as Heeseung pulls your skirt and panties down harshly, throwing them off somewhere to the side, before—

“Fuck, this is why Sunghoon doesn’t share. He doesn’t want anyone else fucking you because you have the prettiest fucking pussy.” Heeseung exhales slowly, and you shudder, legs subconsciously spreading wider to present yourself to Heeseung.

You take a shaky breath as the cold air hits your cunt, goosebumps forming on your bare legs. Heeseung is staring between your legs like he can’t look away.

“Could’ve been fucking you here before Sunghoon did,” Heeseung runs both of his hands up your thighs, stopping at your ass. He spreads your cheeks apart slowly, watching as your hole flutters at the contact, clenching around nothing. “I don’t blame him, would’ve kept you in my bed too if I knew you looked like this.”

“Heeseung, touch me, please—need you so bad.” You say, voice cracking, dripping with desperation as you raise your hips the slightest, pushing back against Heeseung’s hands. Heeseung squeezes your cheeks once before removing his hands, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Does Sunghoon fuck you here?” Heeseung asks, running a finger through your slit. Your hips buck, and you moan, nodding. You press your lips together to hold back another moan as Heeseung spreads your lips apart with his fingers.

Heeseung exhales shakily. “Of course he does—how could he not? He probably fucks you in the office too, when we’re all working, huh? Is that why he drags you off so often? To fuck in the bathroom while we’re all here?”

“Heeseung, please.” You whine out, teetering between wanting to cry out of frustration or begging for Heeseung to just touch you already.

“You can be patient, can’t you?” Heeseung sighs, shaking his head lightly. “Thought I taught you how to wait like a good girl.”

You sniffle, holding back tears of frustration. You nod, lips curling into a pout. “Yes, Heeseung.”

Heeseung smiles, satisfied with your answer and obedience. He drags the pads of his fingers through your slit again, brushing lightly over your hole before retracting them and repeating the motion.

“You’re so wet, you’re practically dripping. Do you like me that much?” Heeseung teases. You squeeze your eyes shut, and nod again, bashfully. “You’re so cute, aren’t you?”

In a second, Heeseung’s hands are on your hips, raising you until you’re ass up and holding yourself up with your palms. Heeseung smooths his hand down your back, squeezing the side of your hip. You hate how your stomach constricts at the position—hates how your hole leaks and coats your inner thighs with more slick.

“Want it?” Heeseung runs his fingers through the mess, dragging his fingers up until they hover right against your hole. You give a full-body shudder, eyes falling shut.

“Yes, please—Heeseung. Please.” You sniffle again, and Heeseung hums, thoughtfully. When you open your eyes, Heeseung is holding onto the belt strap again. You clench at the sight of him.

Heeseung circles a finger around your hole, pushing in the tip of his finger before pulling back. You whine, head falling forward. You hear Heeseung swallow, loud and clear in the quiet meeting room.

“Stop whining like a bitch. I’ll give you what you want.” Heeseung says, sharply, before yanking on the belt as he pushes three fingers inside of you without warning.

Your reaction is instantaneous; you practically sob, moaning so loud that you hear it echo throughout the room, and fall face forward onto your chest. You hear Heeseung click his tongue, fingers stilling where they are, knuckle-deep inside of your cunt.

“You’re so fucking noisy,” Heeseung hisses. “Sunghoon never teach you how to be quiet? I’m not gonna fuck you if you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

“Sorry—I’m sorry, Heeseung, ‘m sorry.” You mumble out, then bite down on your bottom lip so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you broke skin. You try your best to stay quiet as Heeseung rubs at your clit with his thumb, moving the fingers he has inside you slowly every few seconds.

Heeseung tugs on the belt in time with every circle of his finger, every rub at your clit is another tug, another pull. You can feel yourself leaking slick around Heeseung’s fingers and down to your thighs, you can hear it so loudly each time Heeseung crooks his fingers inside of you.

Heeseung pulls his fingers out then, detaching himself from you completely. You clench around his fingers in an attempt to keep them inside of you.

“No, no, no! Heeseung, why! Don’t,” You stammer helplessly, so painfully empty now that Heeseung’s fingers aren’t inside of you. You choke on a sob, a plea. “Don’t stop! Why’d you stop?”

You lift yourself off of the ground, weight resting on your forearms as you turn back to look at Heeseung. Heeseung gazes back at you, and there’s a sort of fondness in his eyes that contradicts the small, uninterested frown on his face.

Heeseung drops the belt to reach further, hand gripping the back of your head and his thumb digging into your cheek. All the air leaves your lungs when Heeseung forces you down again. You stay pliant, cheek pressed firmly against the floor once more.

“Stay down. Did I tell you that you could get up? I don’t fucking think so.” Heeseung punctuates it by pressing you down harder, and your cheekbone aches with the force of it.

“No, Heeseung. ‘m sorry,” you mumble, cheek squished between Heeseung’s fingers and the floor. You feel saliva drip out the corner of your lip, making a mess between your cheek and seeping into the carpet. “I’ll be good—I’ll be good for you, Heeseung.”

Heeseung clicks his tongue, giving your head one last squeeze before he lets up, leaning back onto his knees again. “You’re so difficult. I thought Sunghoon would’ve taught you better, but he just lets you act like a spoiled fucking pillow princess.”

You exhale shakily, breath coming out in short huffs. The way Heeseung treats you is so very different from Sunghoon. With Sunghoon, you can press all his buttons. You can tease and make snarky remarks all you want untll Sunghoon snaps, until Sunghoon fucks submission into you. With Heeseung, you know better than to speak out of turn. You know to remember your place.

“I’m sorry, Heeseung. I’ll be better, please, I’ll be good for you,” you trail off with a whine, high and needy in the back of your throat. “Heeseung, please.”

“You’re a whore,” Heeseung hisses. Your pulse thrums with excitement and adrenaline and then fear when you feel the head of Heeseung’s cock brush against your hole. “Bet Sunghoon doesn’t even have to stretch you out before he fucks you, ‘cause your cunt is already all used up and fucked loose, just like a bitch.”

You scream when Heeseung pushes into you, hips flush against your ass and cock deep inside of you, the girth stretching you open so nicely and painfully that you can only cry helplessly, your head a spinning haze of pain and submission and pleasure.

“God, and you’re a screamer too? Sunghoon must have so much fun with you.” Heeseung says lowly, pulling his hips back until the tip of his cock catches on your rim, and then punching back into you.

Your cheek rubs against the floor with every thrust Heeseung delivers. “Heeseung! Fuck!”

Heeseung yanks you up by the belt, using it to pull his hips forward, timing every thrust with another tug. The buckle of the belt has rubbed the skin of your throat raw, but the pain only adds to the growing coil in your stomach. You want Heeseung to make you bleed, you want there to be bruises—scars.

“Heeseung—so good! It’s so good, Heeseung,” your eyes roll back when Heeseung’s cock hits you just right, rubbing against your walls and pressing repeatedly into the spot that makes your vision go blurry. “Oh, fuck, Hee—”

Heeseung speeds up his thrusts then, gripping the belt tightly in his fist as he slams into you, so strong that you have to claw at the floor, nails scratching and digging helplessly as you try to find anything to steady yourself as your body rocks forward. Heeseung presses his back to your chest, leaning in. “You can’t get pregnant, can you?”

“No—fuck, I can’t. Birth control.” You shake your head, hair falling into your eyes.

“Shame,” Heeseung says, disappointed. “Would’ve knocked you up, let Sunghoon know you’re walking around with my kids.” Heeseung groans and stills his hips, pressing further into you, deeper. You whimper, clenching around his cock when you feel Heeseung twitch inside of you.

“Heeseung! Want it, please, please!” You babble incoherently, mind going blank at the thought of Heeseung claiming you from the inside, breeding you.

“Yeah?” Heeseung groans, hips snapping forward as he tugs on the belt again, relishing in the way you bare your neck in submission. “You want my kids? You’re a shitty secretary anyway. You’d be so much better in my bed every night, letting me fuck you pregnant.”

You cry, switching between moaning out small please’s and Heeseung’s, too fucked dumb to think straight or talk properly.

Heeseung laughs behind you, speeding up his thrusts again. “You’re so obedient. You just take what’s given to you, hm? Like a fucking dog.”

Tears spill out of your eyes, and you love it. You love feeling used by Heeseung, feeling helpless and pathetic and below him, feeling like nothing but Heeseung’s pet to fuck. The thought has you clenching around Heeseung’s cock again, and it’s music to your ears when Heeseung groans lowly.

Your moans are high and whiny and loud, so loud that Heeseung has to reach out with his free hand to muffle you, fingers digging into your cheek so hard that you think it’s going to bruise.

“You’re too fucking loud. What’d I tell you about being loud? It’d be nice if you didn’t just sound like a whiny bitch all the time.”

Heeseung fucks you fast, and your ears and senses are all focused on him; your mind is livid with the thought of Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung and your ears are filled with sounds of the small squelches of Heeseung fucking into your hole.

Your cries are muffled behind Heeseung’s hand, and you have to breathe in sharply with every punch of Heeseung’s hips. Your orgasm builds up quickly, you’ve been on edge ever since Heeseung fastened the fucking belt around your neck.

Heeseung removes his hand to fist it back in your hair instead, pulling your head back so high that your neck aches, pain spreading all the way to your lower back and through your bones. “Say my name.”

“Heeseung! Heeseung, Heeseung, fuck, Heeseung!” You cry out in a painful mix of torture and pleasure.

Heeseung growls, low in the back of his throat as he yanks on the belt with more force. “Say my name. Again.”

“Heeseung,” you moan, trailing off into a desperate sob. “Heeseung! Heeseung, Heeseung, ah!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna make sure Sunghoon knows I fucked you. Gonna cum in you, let Sunghoon know that he’s got my sloppy seconds.”

That’s what does it for you. Your body seizes up, and you tighten so hard around Heeseung when you finally cum hard. Your body wracks with shivers as you cum around Heeseung’s cock. You nearly black out, and you fall limp under Heeseung’s grip.

“Fuck, fuck.” Heeseung groans, fucking you through it.

“Heeseung! Heeseung, please, please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point, head muddled and fuzzy in a post-orgasm bliss.

Heeseung follows shortly after, hips stilling deep inside of you as he cums, filling you to the brim and claiming you from the inside. You bask in it, satisfaction fills you. This is what you wanted, this is what you’ve been waiting for.

You breath heavily as you catch your breath, still slumped on the floor. Heeseung pulls out, and you grimaces at the feeling of warm cum dribbling down your thighs.

“You know, Heeseung, that was kinda fast.” You say, and Heeseung yanks the belt so hard that you get whiplash.

Heeseung snorts, his grip tight around the belt. “I bet I lasted even longer than Sunghoon does.”

You shake your head with a smile, glancing at the clock that hangs in the corner of the room. You squint, taking a mental note of the time. “You think you can last longer than Jay?”

“I know I can.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, dropping the belt and pushing himself off the floor to clean himself up.

You huff, licking your teeth with a smug smile. “I’ll see.”

“What, you’re planning on going to him next?” Heeseung snorts, again, before kneeling down in front of you. He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up. “Why don’t you come play with me and Jaeyun, hm? We’ll treat you good, better than Jay and Sunghoon can.”

You shudder, clenching around nothing as more cum trickles out of your hole. Heeseung tilts his head with a smirk, “Yeah?”

“Maybe.” You keep your voice steady, but you’re sure Heeseung can see your lips tremble.

Heeseung hums before standing up, stretching his arms above his head. “Clean yourself up. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

a/n: it's finally out !! each of the parts will showcase different dynamics, if u didn't notice what i was doing already! i wanted to show and write the different dynamics that reader has with hyungline :3

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