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world class sin : prologue

sim jaeyun, park sunghoon, park jongseong x male reader.

next chapter : chain reaction.

After the contract is signed, Y/n stops asking why. He just shows up—quiet, pretty, dressed in whatever they hand him. The boys don’t want him there, not really. But the cameras love him. The mirrors follow him. Every rehearsal hurts. Every silence drips with resentment. And still, they keep him. Jay writes like he’s angry. Sunghoon dances like he’s alone. Jake watches him too long. None of them speak it aloud, but the feeling is the same: Y/n wasn’t earned. He was chosen. By the wrong people. For the wrong reasons. And now he’s theirs. Just twenty-three days until debut. Twenty-three days to become a fantasy.

warnings: idol!reader, objectification, industry power dynamics, emotional manipulation, possessiveness, voyeurism, obsessive behavior, gaslighting, celebrity exploitation, toxic relationships, industry elitism, ambiguous morality, dark themes of grief and identity loss, aestheticization of suffering, subtle yandere dynamics, inspired by The Idol and Anora.

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CONTENT WARNING + Author’s Note World Class Sin is a fictional story. It is not real. The characters portrayed here are fictionalized versions inspired by public figures, but they do not reflect the real personalities, actions, or values of anyone in real life. This story is created purely for fictional storytelling and emotional exploration — nothing in it should be read as truth, reality, or a commentary on real people. This fic is made of dramatized emotions, and heightened dynamics set within a stylized, pressurized version of the global idol industry. Though it explores intensity, control, and desire, it is not intended to reflect what is healthy, safe, or good in real life. This story includes themes that may be emotionally heavy or difficult for some readers — such as emotional manipulation, objectification, isolation, possessiveness, psychological pressure, voyeuristic or obsessive dynamics, and moments where characters are treated as products instead of people. It also includes mature or NSFW scenes that reflect those imbalances — shaped by tension, not tenderness. The characters are morally gray. They are flawed, reckless, and often driven by desire more than compassion. They do things that are not admirable. And while those choices may be compelling in fiction, they are not excuses for real behavior — and they are not meant to romanticize harm. If you’re someone who’s sensitive to themes of control, emotional coercion, unwanted attention, or being dehumanized — please read with care. If at any point something in this story feels too close to home, too sharp, too familiar — you are allowed to stop. You never need to push through discomfort to prove anything. There is no story more important than your peace. You are not someone’s fantasy. You do not have to be ruined to be seen, or hurt to be held. If this story ever makes you feel small, unsafe, or alone — please, please take space. Close the tab. Drink water. Text someone who sees you clearly. Come back only if and when it feels right. And if it never feels right again — that’s okay too. Please don’t force yourself to return. This story does not deserve more of you than you’re able to give. From writer to reader — I care about you. I care about your well-being more than this plot or any fictional moment. You matter more than anything written here. Your softness, your boundaries, and your safety are always worth protecting. Please take care of yourself. You’re never alone in choosing yourself. With care, Luke.

Before the company. Before the cameras. Before the lights wrapped around his skin like a second set of hands and people began calling his silence presence — there was just Y/n.

Y/n, who used to sing under his breath in the backseat of his mother’s car while she drove barefoot, humming along to songs too old for the radio. Who used to dance in the kitchen at night while spaghetti boiled on the stove, barefoot on cheap tile, arms wide like the world couldn’t touch him. He didn’t want fame. He just liked how music felt in his chest — like proof that he existed. Like warmth. And she saw it. His mother. She used to say he was a light. A soft one. The kind that flickered gently in dark places, not to shine, but to keep people from feeling alone. She called him magic. Said if the world saw him the way she did, it would fall in love and never recover.

But the world never got the chance to meet her. She got sick, fast and cruel, like some invisible hand reached down and stole the only thing keeping his life from collapsing in on itself. One day she was folding his laundry and singing about the weather; the next, she was a name on a hospital file he couldn’t afford to print. The grief didn’t break Y/n all at once. It hollowed him. Slowly. Gently. Like a song that fades without ending. He didn’t scream or cry or destroy things. He just… stopped. Stopped talking. Stopped singing. Started disappearing one silent moment at a time.

There were nights he didn’t come home. Mornings he couldn’t remember where he’d been. Rooms he walked into that felt too hot, too cold, too loud. People touched him and he let them, but it didn’t mean anything. He didn’t feel ruined — just distant from his own body. He let strangers speak to him like they knew who he was. Let the world pull at the corners of his clothes, his mouth, his name. He wore her perfume for weeks after she died, just to remember what love smelled like. And eventually, even that faded.

So when a woman with too many rings and too white of a smile called and said she’d known his mother once, said she had a place for him, a stage, a future — Y/n didn’t question it. He didn’t even want it, not really. But he went. Because it was forward. Because it was something. Because standing still was starting to feel like dying.

They flew him to Los Angeles. No audition. No promise. Just a room, a contract, and a group that had already been chosen. A self-producing global project: stylists from Seoul, choreographers from London, a debut stage booked in MCOUNTDOWN before the ink had even dried. Jay, Jake, Sunghoon — three names carved into the industry like sharp things. Boys with scars. Boys with hunger. Boys who had given everything to be here.

And now, they had to stand next to Y/n — the boy who had given nothing but still looked like he’d been born in spotlight.

The executives were obsessed. He was everything they wanted without even trying. A beautiful, damaged blank slate. His trainee period was short — barely weeks. But that didn’t matter. They said he had that thing. The unnamable thing. They called his eyes marketable sadness. Big, glistening, expressive things that looked like he was always about to cry. Like he knew something you didn’t. Like he needed saving. And people wanted to save him. Or ruin him. Or both.

He was pliable. Innocent in all the wrong ways. And when stylists dressed him in sheer shirts and told him not to smile, he didn’t ask why. When vocal trainers told him to whisper his lyrics like they were secrets, he did. When photographers posed his hands limp and his lips parted, he obeyed. There was something in him that had been emptied out. And in its place, the industry poured something else — glossy and broken and dripping with want.

They didn’t see the boy in the kitchen spinning barefoot for no one. They saw the after. The glow of something burned too long. A boy with soft wrists and pretty bones and eyes like bruises. Something not quite alive but still moving.

And Y/n let them have it.

Because it was easier than remembering. Because grief had made him quiet, and now quiet made him desirable. Because being watched felt better than being alone.

Because when you’ve been loved by someone who saw your soul, you’ll spend the rest of your life letting people take your body just to feel something close.

They didn’t meet him on a stage. Or in a practice room. They met him in silence—late afternoon, overhead lights too white, the hallway outside the recording studio carrying the sterile smell of burnt coffee and industrial air freshener. The building always felt like that. Cold, new, over-designed. Like ambition lived in the vents.

Y/n stood alone in the corridor, tucked into a corner like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to take up space. His clothes were plain—company-issued hoodie, soft drawstring pants, shoes too clean. He looked like he’d been dropped there, like someone forgot to tell him what to do next. His hands were tucked in his sleeves, his gaze heavy and uncertain, big glassy eyes scanning the passing staff like he was waiting for someone to explain what his life had become. But no one did. People walked past him like he wasn’t real.

And inside the studio, the boys were waiting.

Jay had been mid-edit, headphones pulled halfway off one ear, track looping back on itself as he adjusted vocal layering. Jake had been at the whiteboard with a pen in his mouth, scribbling fragments of a chorus they hadn’t agreed on. Sunghoon was sitting on the floor, stretching in slow, practiced lines, watching his reflection in the glass.

When the door opened and one of the assistant managers stepped in, clearing their throat with a smile too tight, everything slowed.

“Your new member’s here,” they said. Simple. Blunt. As if it were a schedule change, not a shift in the entire balance of the room.

Jay’s eyes didn’t move from his screen. “What do you mean, new member?” His voice was flat. Controlled. But his fingers paused mid-click.

“CEO’s orders. He’s joining the lineup.”

Jake turned. Sunghoon didn’t blink. None of them said anything, but the silence that followed was louder than any protest.

And then he stepped in.

Y/n, soft-faced, quiet, impossibly still. His presence wasn’t loud, but it was there. It crept into corners. His eyes—those too-bright, too-sad things—flicked from face to face, not with confidence, but with the strange, hollow politeness of someone used to being tolerated, not welcomed. He bowed. Soft. Awkward. Like he wasn’t sure he was doing it right.

Jay’s stare was unreadable. He leaned back in his chair, one eyebrow lifting slightly. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The tension in his shoulders said enough. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They had trained for years together—fought, failed, rewritten songs through tears and caffeine and injury. And now this? A stranger in their studio? One they hadn’t trained with, hadn’t chosen?

Sunghoon stood. Slow. Measured. His body moved with dancer’s precision even now, coiled tight beneath the silence. His gaze swept over Y/n once, impersonal. Not curious. Just… calculating. Like he was adjusting choreography in his head to factor in a flaw.

Jake’s lips pressed into a line. He said nothing, but his grip on the whiteboard marker tightened, ink bleeding into the surface behind him like it had nowhere else to go.

And Y/n? Y/n just stood there. Looking at them. Looking past them. Not trying to explain. Not trying to smile. Just standing there with those trembling, ruined eyes like he already knew what they thought. Like he’d heard it before.

The manager gave a quick clap, like the moment needed wrapping. “Alright. I’ll leave you to it. He’s already got housing in your dorm. Training schedule starts tomorrow. Be good to each other.”

The door clicked shut.

And the silence collapsed into something heavier.

Y/n didn’t speak. He didn’t introduce himself again. He just stepped further into the room, slow, hesitant, like the floor might reject him. He moved toward the couch in the corner, sat down too carefully, as if afraid he’d take someone’s spot.

Jay turned back to his laptop. Pressed play. The track looped again.

Jake went back to the board, but didn’t write.

Sunghoon lowered himself to the floor again, more rigid this time.

No one told Y/n where to stand. Where to sit. What to do. No one asked his story. They didn’t need to. They had already decided what kind of person he was.

He was the fourth member now. A piece of a group he hadn’t earned. A replacement for someone they actually cared about.

He didn’t belong.

And in some twisted, brutal way—

That was exactly why they chose him.

The training studio was too bright in the next morning. Too clean. The kind of sterile, high-ceilinged space that didn’t allow mistakes to hide. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors on every wall, polished until they could catch even the faintest flicker of shame. The sound system buzzed faintly overhead. The air reeked of lemon disinfectant and effort.

Y/n was already there when the others arrived.

He’d shown up twenty minutes early, clutching a company-issued water bottle with both hands, like it might anchor him to the floor. He stood near the back wall, away from the mirror, staring at his own reflection like it didn’t quite match up. His hoodie sleeves were bunched at the wrists. His hair was still damp from the rushed shower. His eyes—their usual wounded-glass glaze—were unreadable, a little too wide, like he hadn’t slept.

He didn’t look like a trainee. He looked like someone pretending to be one.

Jay walked in first, earbuds still in, the collar of his jacket loose and unzipped like he’d sprinted from the studio just to be forced into this. He didn’t look at Y/n. Just dropped his bag at the wall and started stretching.

Jake came next, nodding curtly to the trainer stationed near the door, then immediately scanned the room. When his eyes landed on Y/n, something behind them tightened. It wasn’t surprise anymore. It was adjustment. A silent recalibration—how do you move around something you never asked for?

Sunghoon entered last. His expression didn’t change. It never did. He placed his water down carefully, tied his shoelaces like they were performance art, then stood in the center of the room and rolled his shoulders with the mechanical focus of a blade being polished.

“From the top,” the trainer called.

The music started.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t kind. It was the track they’d been preparing for weeks, long before Y/n had been added in. Heavy bass layered over precise percussion, punctuated with vocal stabs and hard cuts in the tempo. It's a song of the French House mixed with drum & bass and dubstep. The choreography was difficult—sharp hits, tight formations, no room to fall behind. It was designed to showcase unity.

Y/n was half a beat behind from the first step.

His movements were rehearsed, yes. Memorized. But not lived in. He danced like a soldier following orders, not like someone who believed in what he was doing. His limbs moved with calculated correctness, but there was no rhythm beneath it. No breath. Just mimicry. Just survival.

Jay didn’t hide his reaction. His eyes flicked up to the mirror mid-verse, caught the staggered rhythm in Y/n’s step, and narrowed. His jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything—but the tension in his arms as he hit his mark spoke volumes.

Sunghoon’s movements were a masterclass in control. Every pop of his shoulder, every step, every lift—clean, exact, devastating. But when they transitioned to group formation and Y/n brushed his side during a cross, Sunghoon’s body tensed. Only for a second. But it was there. A recoil.

Jake kept his eyes forward, lips pressed into a line. He hit every beat—fluid, magnetic—but you could feel it in the way his hands curled too tight on the downbeats, in the way his gaze skipped over Y/n whenever the formation pulled them too close. Not quite anger. Not yet. Just a loaded silence.

Y/n didn’t react.

Even when the trainer paused the track and called out, “Y/n—again. Your timing’s off on the first chorus.”

He only nodded. Stepped back into place. Counted under his breath. Reset his feet. Tried again.

And again.

By the third hour, the mirrors were fogged at the edges and the floor was streaked with sweat. The room reeked of it now—effort, frustration, resentment stewing under fluorescent light. Y/n’s hoodie was gone, revealing the too-thin tank top underneath, damp at the collar. His cheeks were red from exertion. His arms shook faintly when he raised them. But his expression hadn’t changed. He still looked like someone doing penance.

When they finally broke for water, Jay didn’t sit. He paced, wiping his neck with a towel, the lines between his brows deepening every time he glanced back toward Y/n, who was crouched by the wall, sipping water like it hurt to swallow.

Sunghoon didn’t speak. But his silence wasn’t neutral—it was sharp-edged, purposeful, a presence in the room like a wire stretched too tight. He pulled out his phone, thumb tapping idly, but his reflection in the mirror stayed fixed on the corner Y/n sat in.

Jake stood by the stereo, arms crossed, gaze down.

No one spoke.

Because nothing needed to be said. They were rehearsing for a debut that was supposed to be theirs—just theirs. Built on history. On blood. And now the fourth was here, soft-eyed and silent, fucking up the counts and soaking up the attention.

They weren’t teammates.

Not yet.

Just strangers in matching shoes, breathing the same stale air, waiting to see who would break first.

When the trainer finally called it, the silence that followed was louder than the music had ever been. No celebration. No breath of relief. Just the hollow, collective sound of sweat hitting polished floors and lungs still burning from the last chorus. Y/n stayed where he was, crouched low with his elbows braced on his knees, palms digging into the fabric of his pants. His chest rose and fell slowly. Measured. Controlled. The others didn’t look at him—not directly. They moved around him like he was a piece of faulty equipment no one had figured out how to replace yet.

Jay was the first one out the door.

He didn’t even bother pretending. His towel hit the floor beside his bag, and he stalked out of the studio with his jaw clenched and one hand already scrolling through his contacts like he was ready to start a war. Jake followed. Not as fast, but just as intentional. His water bottle was still full, untouched, swinging loosely at his side like a weapon. And then Sunghoon, calm as ever, but his gaze didn’t lift once—not to the trainer, not to Y/n. Just forward, like if he looked back, the thin thread holding his composure together would snap.

Y/n didn’t ask where they were going.

Didn’t ask if he should follow.

He sat there in the corner of the practice room, arms resting on his knees, hair stuck to his temples in wet strands. His eyes—those wide, silent, glassy things—looked straight ahead but didn’t see anything. They weren’t just tired. They were frayed at the edges, rimmed red, not from tears but from the ache of trying not to cry. It wasn’t the rehearsal that did it. It was everything underneath. The way grief builds like heat beneath the skin. The way loneliness makes your body too heavy. The way every second here felt like punishment for something he didn’t understand.

They hadn’t told him how much this would hurt.

Two floors up, the air felt different. Cooler. Quieter. The executive level of the building was all soundproof glass, imported marble, and lighting that made your skin look better than it actually was. Jay hated it. He hated the way the hallway echoed with silence, the way every piece of furniture was too expensive to sit on. He hated the waiting room outside the CEO’s office with its spotless magazines and staged smiles. But mostly, he hated that they had to come here at all.

He didn’t knock.

The receptionist barely looked up. “He’s finishing a call.”

“We’ll wait,” Jay said, already pacing. His voice was sharp, sure, dangerous. Jake didn’t say anything. He stood beside the window, arms crossed, watching the skyline like it had answers. Sunghoon sat, legs crossed, but his body was pulled taut. Even his stillness was strategic—like his breath could ruin the balance.

When the door finally opened, the CEO didn’t bother with greetings. “I assume this is about the new lineup.”

Jay stepped in first. “You assume right.”

The office was warm. Too warm. Designed to feel comfortable, inviting. But the weight of it pressed against their skin like humidity. Fake comfort. Manufactured trust. The CEO didn’t sit at his desk—he sat across from them, on a lounge chair like they were about to have a casual brainstorm session. That just made Jay angrier.

“We’ve been rehearsing this set for months,” he said. “We built this. The three of us. From scratch. And now there’s someone we’ve never trained with suddenly center in the marketing decks? You didn’t even ask.”

“He’s not center,” the CEO replied smoothly. “He’s presence.”

Jake’s knuckles flexed where his hands were folded. Sunghoon didn’t move.

“Presence doesn’t fix formation,” Jay snapped. “Presence doesn’t cover missed steps. He’s not ready.”

“He doesn’t need to be ready,” the CEO said, calm, like he was explaining something to a child. “He needs to be watched. And he is.”

Jay opened his mouth, then shut it again. There was something terrifying in how confident the man was. Like this had never even been a debate.

“He’s not the strongest dancer,” the CEO continued. “He’s not the best vocalist. But people don’t look away from him. We’ve tested it. Media, marketing, even styling. When he’s in the frame, he is the frame.”

“That’s not what we’re building,” Sunghoon said finally. His voice was low. Even. But the edge in it was impossible to miss. “This isn’t just a group. It’s a system. And he’s not part of it.”

The CEO nodded. Slowly. Like he’d heard that line before.

“And systems evolve. Especially the ones that want to last. You three are the spine. The sound. The foundation. But he’s the face.”

Jake looked away. His jaw twitched.

Jay was already standing. “You should’ve told us. Before it became official.”

“It’s been official since the day he arrived,” the CEO said. “The press release is already drafted. MCountdown is booked. You’re debuting in twenty-three days.”

Silence.

The kind that wasn’t hollow—but final.

Jay stormed out. Jake followed.

Sunghoon lingered for just a second longer.

Then he nodded once, almost imperceptibly. Not agreement. Just acknowledgment.

He understood now.

They were no longer building this group.

They were part of what had been built around someone else.

The door to the CEO’s office shut behind them with a soft click, but the silence it left in its wake was anything but gentle. The hallway stretched before them like a tunnel with no end, polished tile reflecting the muted overhead light, the buzz of fluorescent fixtures matching the hum in Jake’s ears. No one said anything at first. Jay stalked ahead, his shoulders rigid, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Sunghoon followed, his steps slow and even like he was regulating every inch of his body just to keep it from trembling. Jake walked last, still reeling from what had just been said, from the clarity of it — the certainty with which they’d been dismissed, replaced, rearranged around a single, silent newcomer with no past and no proof.

It wasn’t about talent. It never had been.

And that was the part that left a taste in their mouths like rust.

None of them had cried when their old friends were cut. When the lineups changed. When the fifth, sixth, seventh iteration of this group was dissolved and rebuilt again. They knew the rules. Knew how it worked. Survival meant adaptation. But this — this wasn’t survival. This was sabotage dressed up as strategy. They weren’t just making room for Y/n. They were being told that everything they had bled for was secondary now. That their work, their history, their nights spent collapsed in rehearsal rooms and vocal booths didn’t matter as much as the way he looked under soft lighting. The way his eyes stayed wide and sad, like he’d never learned to protect himself. Like the industry could devour him slowly and still leave room for dessert.

Jay stopped in the middle of the corridor, running a hand through his hair like he could scratch the thought from his skull. “He’s not even trying,” he muttered under his breath. “He just stands there. And they act like it’s art.”

Sunghoon didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. The line of his jaw, the quiet rage in the set of his mouth, said more than words. Jake leaned against the wall beside them, arms crossed, staring at the floor like it had betrayed him.

None of them had asked for this. And yet—there it was. That image of Y/n in the studio, barely moving, barely breathing, and still somehow commanding every eye in the room. It was offensive. It was infuriating. And it was undeniable.

The executives had seen it instantly. They hadn’t looked at Y/n and seen potential. They had seen a product already in its final form. A face that could sell out stadiums and perfume ads. A presence that didn’t need to say anything because the silence did all the work. That was the trick — the way his grief softened his features, made his mouth look vulnerable even when closed. The way his eyes stayed glassy, as if carrying a sadness that hadn’t been explained yet, but begged to be understood. They didn’t need him to be perfect. They needed him to be breakable. Beautiful in a way that made people want to ruin him, gently. Slowly. With reverence.

“He’s not even acting,” Jake said suddenly, voice tight. “That’s just how he is.”

Jay glanced at him. Jake wasn’t defending him. That wasn’t what this was. But the words hung in the air like something dangerous.

Because it was true. Y/n wasn’t calculating. He wasn’t pretending to be tragic. He simply was.

And that made it worse.

Because it made people want to keep him. To protect what looked so fragile, even if it wasn’t. Because despite the resentment curling in Jay’s chest, despite the quiet loathing in Sunghoon’s gaze, and the cold irritation in Jake’s bones—none of them wanted anyone else to have him. Not the executives. Not the stylists. Not the audience. He was theirs. He was in their group. Their story. Their songs. He hadn’t earned it, but now that he was here, the idea of someone else taking ownership of him felt like a deeper betrayal.

That wasn’t love. It wasn’t even care. It was possessiveness in its most twisted, quiet form. The kind that festers when something soft is placed in a room full of people who’ve only ever survived by being hard.

“He’s gonna ruin this for us,” Jay said flatly, starting to walk again.

But Jake didn’t move. And Sunghoon lingered.

Because ruin wasn’t always fire and blood. Sometimes, it looked like a boy with eyes full of grief and hands that didn’t know what to hold onto. Sometimes it looked like innocence laced with something sensual — not on purpose, but in the way people wanted to project their filth onto something clean. Y/n had become that. Not even a person anymore. A screen.

And maybe that was the real reason they couldn’t stand him.

Because he made everyone want things they weren’t allowed to want.

They walked without speaking.

The street was mostly empty, the kind of late where everything felt quiet in the wrong way—like the city was holding its breath. The sidewalk stretched ahead in long strips of shadow and light, blinking from the neon buzz of 24-hour storefronts and the muted glow of passing cars. Jay’s steps were fast, agitated. Sunghoon moved more slowly, deliberate, his body carrying itself with the kind of practiced calm that only barely masked unrest. Jake followed behind, not dragging his feet, but not really pushing forward either. Just… moving. Like the floor might vanish if he stood still too long.

They were still full of what had happened upstairs.

The way the CEO hadn’t blinked when he said it. He’s not the center. He’s the frame. Like they were props now, scaffolding around something else. Like the years they had poured into this — the ruined knees, the vocal strain, the callouses, the panic, the loneliness — were just context for a face with the right kind of silence behind it.

It was insulting.

And worse — it was working.

Jay had known a thousand boys more talented than Y/n. He could name five off the top of his head who were better dancers, better singers, better alive in front of a camera. And yet none of them made the room shift like Y/n did. That haunted stillness. The eyes that looked too open to be safe. A softness that wasn’t weakness — just absence. Like someone had carved out the center of him and left the shell behind, and somehow that was beautiful. The stylists whispered about it. The executives didn’t even try to hide their obsession. They were already shaping him into the kind of icon people whispered about, idolized, wanted to break just to see what kind of sound he’d make when he fell.

Sunghoon hated it.

Not Y/n, exactly. Not yet. But the imbalance. The way the system bent around him. He wasn’t supposed to be part of their equation. The three of them had been trained together like a machine — interlocking, precise. They’d shared blood, floors, years of fighting. They knew each other’s timing better than their own. And now this… soft thing had been dropped in the middle of it all like a piece of furniture no one remembered ordering.

And yet — even Sunghoon had caught himself watching him. Noticing the strange angles of his silence. The way he held tension in his throat but not his shoulders. The way his lips stayed slightly parted, always, like he was trying to breathe in something he’d never been taught how to take.

It made you want to reach for him.

Or shake him.

Or both.

Jake didn’t even want to admit what it made him feel. There was something about the way Y/n existed that made people confused about what they were looking at. He wasn’t performing, but it still felt like he was always on display. Like the air folded around him differently. Jake had been around stars before — people who knew how to command a room. But Y/n was the opposite. He did nothing. He shrank. And somehow, that was worse. Because people filled the space around him with their own desire.

And it wasn’t just them. It was everyone. The marketing team. The vocal coach. Even the interns whispered when he walked past.

They didn’t look at Y/n like a person.

They looked at him like a suggestion.

And maybe that was the worst part. Jake couldn’t stop seeing it either.

It wasn’t sympathy. They didn’t feel sorry for him. They were too angry for that. But they also didn’t want anyone else to get too close. Didn’t want to see him styled in a way they hadn’t approved. Didn’t want to hear a stranger talk about his eyes like they meant something. He was theirs now, whether they liked it or not. Their problem. Their weak link. Their… whatever he was. No one else got to decide how far he’d fall. If anyone was going to cut him down, it would be one of them.

The dorm loomed ahead — bland building, dim lights, the shape of routine glowing behind the curtains. It looked the same as always. But nothing inside felt stable anymore.

Jay didn’t stop walking until the front door clicked open.

Jake’s fingers hovered near the code box, even though he already knew the numbers. Sunghoon stood beside him, eyes flicking up toward the dark window above the kitchen. No movement. No sound.

Inside, Y/n was probably on the couch again. Or in the corner of the bedroom with his knees tucked up, headphones in, expression blank. Or maybe asleep with the light on, not dreaming. Just suspended.

They stood outside for a moment longer than they needed to.

No one said it.

But something had changed.

And none of them knew what it meant that the boy they hated most — the boy they had every reason to resent — was already starting to feel like something they owned.

There was no word for it — what he made them feel. Not jealousy, not fascination, not pity. It was something heavier, messier. Something they couldn’t talk about without sounding sick. And maybe that was why none of them spoke as they entered the building, shoes thudding softly against the tile, the hallway narrowing toward their unit like the tension between their ribs. Jay was the first one to disappear into the kitchen, pretending to check the fridge, like he wasn’t picturing the way one of the stylists had leaned too close to Y/n during fittings, adjusting the hem of his shirt like she was dressing a doll she wanted to bite. It had made Jay want to throw something. And he didn’t know why.

He’d seen idols before. Had stood in the wings while others were stylized into stardom — molded, exploited, made desirable. But Y/n wasn’t molded. He just existed. And it enraged Jay, how easily the staff folded around him. How everyone treated him like something breakable but beautiful enough to be worth it. Jay didn’t want to touch him. Not really. But sometimes, in the silence after rehearsal, he imagined what it would feel like to shake him. To crack the quiet out of his body just to see what was underneath. Was it real? That dazed innocence? That polished fragility? Or was he just acting like everyone else?

In the living room, Jake paused by the door to the shared bathroom, eyes flicking toward the dim light under Y/n’s room. Still no sound. Still no presence. Jake had spent years building himself into someone who could perform what people wanted — a good trainee, a good idol, a lyricist who knew how to turn emotion into sellable lines. But Y/n didn’t write anything. Didn’t offer opinions. Didn’t even flinch when people spoke about him like he wasn’t in the room. It made Jake feel insane. And worse — it made him curious. Because every time the PR team mentioned Y/n’s face — those eyes, that mouth, the melancholy soft enough to brand — Jake caught himself imagining it too. The way his lashes curved wetly when he was tired. The way his lips looked when he was breathing too hard after a failed take. It wasn’t even attraction. It was obsession with the idea of him. The way you want to figure out a locked door just because you’re not allowed behind it.

Sunghoon didn’t follow them in right away. He stood in the stairwell a moment longer, hand braced against the wall, replaying the moment in the CEO’s office when one of the assistants had said, “He’s the kind of face people fight over.” Sunghoon had laughed — just once — too bitterly, too sharp. He hated how right it was. How every staff member treated Y/n like a prize and a burden in one. How they cooed over his bone structure, his posture, his silence, as if it were something trained. As if it hadn’t come from being emptied out. But even Sunghoon, in the stillness of his own mind, had started to imagine it too — the way Y/n’s body moved when he wasn’t performing, the twitch in his shoulder when someone startled him, the way his voice broke on certain syllables like he didn’t know how to ask for comfort. It wasn’t sexual, not exactly. It was something worse. Wanting to own the shape of his ruin before someone else made a mess of it.

They didn’t like him. They didn’t trust him. But they couldn’t stop watching him. And that was the problem — not just the threat he posed, but the way he unsettled something deep in each of them.

Not as a person.

But as a question.

A symbol.

A story waiting to be owned by someone.

And God forbid that someone wasn’t them.

note: hi, it’s luke. if you made it this far — welcome, and thank you for reading. this prologue is just the beginning of what world class sin is going to be. a small taste of something heavier. i’ve had this concept sitting with me for a while now, and writing it has felt like peeling back something slow, sharp, and a little too intimate. the themes are layered — obsession, grief, beauty, control — and that’s exactly where this story lives. in the spaces between what’s seen and what’s endured. there’s more coming soon, and things will only get deeper. the emotions, the tension, the unraveling — it’s all just starting. and if you’ve been peeking around the blog, you might’ve already caught a little spoiler floating around. hehe. thank you for being here with me. and while you’re here, make sure you’re also being kind to yourself. drink some water, rest your eyes, and go easy on your heart when you need to. more soon, luke :)

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intitulami · 1 month ago

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Boys Interrupted

Jake Sim & Jay Park x Male Reader

cw: idol au, yn is part of enhypen, threesome, voyeurism.

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“finally we're done” jay cheered, talking to the rest of the members, it's been a rough week for them with all the promotions they have to do with their recent comeback. they were sitting in the living room now, some of them after showering, others eating or playing video games but two of them were missing, jake and yn. and jay noticed it.

“jakeee!!. ynn!!” he yelled at both, “come to the living room, we're gonna eat some spicy noodles”, they didn't respond. weird, he thought, but he heard something weird, the more he gets closer to their shared bedroom the more weird sounds he hears. “what the..” he walks slowly, carefully, his steps becoming quiet. his hand grabbed the knob of the door while some hushed fucks and harder rumbled on his ears, he turn it slowly, opening the door just a bit to peek inside –he already had an idea what was happening but curiosity got the best of him.

there they were, jake folding yn in half on the bed, his hips snapping wildly against yn's ass. jake whispered dirty words while biting his lower lip and kissing him to swallow his whines and moans. surprised –and excited– by the lewd sight in front of him, a tent formed in jay's pants, “fuck, it's not fair they're the only ones enjoying things here” he sighs, palming his growing erection restrained on his underwear. he looks around to make sure no one is coming to keep staring, giving in into his voyeuristic experience.

“fuck you’re so… tight” jake growls on yn’s ear, his big veiny hand on yn’s mouth, muffling every sound coming out of his throat. his sexy low voice making yn’s body tremble in pleasure, the top then shifts his angle, scraping other parts inside yn’s hole. yn couldn’t help but arch his back, burying himself deeper in the other’s meat –chasing that heat that jake’s provoking on him. jake kept muttering curses, his breath hot against yn’s neck –tickling it, his hole closing around his thick shaft. jake swallowed a moan, biting his lower lip while looking up with his eyes closed –focusing on not cumming right there, with yn’s sloppy hole taut around his hole. sweat dripping down his face and neck, some of them splashing and falling on yn’s body, mixing it with his own. and that’s when he realized something, a peeping tom on the other side of the door, but instead of getting startled by it jake became more aroused, his dick grew bigger inside yn, “fuck, your dick feels bigger all of a sudden” yn mutters burying his face on a pillow, to cover his moans.

jake and jay locked eyes, both flushed faces staring at each other while continuing doing their respective things –one fucking and the other masturbating. jake lifts yn, he puts his legs around jake’s hips while he introduces his dick on his hole, showing jay how well yn is taking him. the scene was sinful, jake getting off on someone watching him doing sexual acts that most péople would consider are intimate but having an audience light something up inside him. jake kissed yn’s collarbone and nipped at it while still looking directly towards jay, like a hunter warning another hunter that that prey is his already, but jay didn’t got intimidated by him –who said a hunter can’t steal another’s prey?.

jake invited him to come in.

who even said hunters can share prey?

yn didn’t notice jay entering the room, jake distracted him with rapid thrusts that sent him to cloud 9. jay leaned against a wall, pulling down his sweatpants, his dick sprung out hard the tip with a red hue, it ached – it needed to be stroked, he coated it with his own saliva, going up and down slowly, soothing the pain of being restrained tight under his underwear. “i like how you’re doing. you’re taking me so well” jake spoke, “glad someone else is a witness of how much of a slut you are for some dick” jake slowly lifted yn’s head by grabbing the back of his neck, showing him how jay was there, they both locked eyes –jay’s stare was dark, pure lust and hunger in them. he didn’t say a thing, he left his cock do the talk, yn’s eyes stared down –another thick cock, his hole throbbed and jake felt it –he chuckled lowly.

fuck, why is he so hot?

feeling his gaze on him now, send shivers down yn’s spine. jake relentlessly snapped his hips against yn’s hole, his ass wobbled with every thrust –he then slowed his pace, drawing a whine out of yn, he positioned himself to now lay on the bed while yn is now on top of him –in a riding position– al without pulling out of him. “wanna join?. there’s room for one more” he puts four digits inside the ring of muscles, showing jay how gape he was already. “should we let him join?” jake asked yn who shook his head in yes motion, his ass closing around the top’s shaft and digits –he was eager to be stuffed to the max, what a slut.

jake nips at yn’s ear, “you hear him, put it in already”. yn’s heart raced, his pulse spiked at jake giving jay permission to fuck him too –as if he was just a fucktoy for him, and he loves it. the heat spreaded throughout yn’s whole body, his body became flushed –back, face, ears all in a red pink-ish hue, the sweat increasing too, he was a mess. jay discarded only his sweatpants, staying with the hoodie on. jake withdrew a little, just enough for jay’s tip to make its way inside the already occupied hole. yn’s whimpers were shaky, jay and jake caressed his back and thighs, teasing, testing him how good is yn doing. jay touched the sensitive skin, it crawled all the way up yn’s back to his head, tugging at the hair to make him look towards him “you’re so fucking pretty” he positioned his hand on yn’s neck to help his head stay still and kiss him, in the process arching his back, letting both dicks go deeper. “let us take care of you” he whispered, cleaning the remaining saliva around his lips with the back of his hand.

jake kiss him next, claiming his mouth too, while jay kept steady thrusts, jabbing his dick constantly –his shaft rubbing against jake’s, the friction making them both to move their hips on their own, chasing more of that heat they’re getting, two big cocks held tight inside someone’s hole, that squeezes them like his life depended on it. jake’s hands roamed around yn’s body while jay’s spread him open, squeezed it and spanked the jiggly glutes of yn, moving due to the recoil caused by the thrusts. jay’s hoodie became soaked in sweat, wet patches appearing on it so he discarded it, his chest now pressed against yn’s back while jake’s fingers were on his lips. yn sucked them, strings of saliva connecting each finger with his mouth.

“fuck, relax” jake manifested, slicking back his damp hair with his hand, sighing in pleasure, he was being overstimulated like everyone else in the room. the feeling of two cocks rubbing against each other in a tight space or of being filled completely –sensations that they haven’t felt until now. it’s a dizzying feeling that felt good –the only words coming out of yn were broken moans and some “more’s” but they came out of him with every thrust the tops did, as if they were pushing them out of him, their dicks jabbing quickly inside him. yn’s insides felt warm, the constant friction making it look as if he was having some kind of fever. “good boy” jake praised, kissing him, “you’re taking us so well” jay compliments too.

the orgasm built fast, the overstimulation there wasn’t a joke at any moment they would reach their climax. jake’s grip tightened while jay angled himself deeper and yn was in between them trembling and in the blink of an eye both tops came, their cocks spurted loads and loads of semen jake whispered loudly a curse while jay groaned lowly. yn followed them soon after, his dick spurting ropes on jake’s abs, painting them white. the three of them riding their highs after such an amazing climax.

the room was filled with the manly scent of sweat and sex, the two tops musk intoxicating a fucked up yn, feeling cockdrunked. jay’s dick slip out of the slippery hole with a pop, coated in white with strings of it connecting his shaft to jake’s and yn’s ass. “so fucking hot. i should've spy you two sooner” he growled while flopping onto the bed besides the other two, that fucking sexy –almost cocky– smirk of his plastered on his face and jake stayed close to yn, his hand resting on one of yn’s asscheeks his dick slipping out slowly too, followed by a stream of mixed cum and lube that felt right on his balls, coating them in the sex-scented liquid. “worth the watch?” jake asked jay, and he nodded, “indeed, it was worth it”.

yn collapsed on top of them both, lazily snuggling in between them to sleep after the tired session. the other two, also feeling weak, followed him to sleep, they could deal the next morning with the other members’ questions.

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intitulami · 1 month ago

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say please ( park jongseong )

jay only gets to kiss you after finally saying the magic word.

❛ content 1.1k words, male reader, boyfriend! jay, reader is a menace (lovingly), just pure fluff and a little kissing.

the city was winding down, and inside the warm glow of the bedroom, so were the two of you — tangled together in the most comfortable kind of silence.

jay’s head was resting on your chest, his bare skin warm against yours. the weight of his body draped half across you, lazy and slow like he had no plans to move for the rest of the night. one of your arms cradled him easily, fingers tracing slow circles on his back. he’d stopped talking a while ago, his words giving way to silence, but his thoughts were loud.

you could feel it in the way he shifted, subtly, restlessly. his fingers were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, twisting the fabric around his knuckles. his lips had been brushing your collarbone in passing — not quite kisses, not quite absent either. he was testing the waters.

you didn’t say anything. just let him stew in it.

finally, he shifted again, lifting his head a bit, his chin resting just above your sternum. his eyes flicked up to yours, half-lidded and sleep-heavy but sharp with intent.

“i want a kiss,” he said, barely above a whisper. his voice was low, laced with a need he wasn’t trying to hide.

you didn’t move. you just looked at him, your lips twitching into a slow, knowing smirk. “do you?”

jongseong narrowed his eyes a little. “yeah.”

he leaned up, the movement smooth and steady — eyes locked on your mouth like it owed him something. but just as he got close, lips almost brushing yours, you tilted your head back slightly, denying him.

“say please.”

he blinked. his whole body stalled in place, lips parted.

“are you—” he exhaled, shoulders dropping with the weight of disbelief. “seriously?”

you nodded, slow and unbothered. “dead serious.”

jay flopped back down onto your chest with an overexaggerated groan, his cheek pressed flat against your skin. he muttered something unintelligible, probably a complaint. his hand slapped lightly against your side, more affection than irritation. but you could feel it in the way his fingers clung — this wasn’t over.

you just hummed, content. god, he was so easy to read when he wanted something.

a few minutes passed. you didn’t say anything. neither did he. but you knew he wasn’t letting it go. his leg shifted between yours, sliding upward. his lips ghosted over your neck now — deliberate.

his fingers traced the line of your ribs, lazily, as if touching you would make you cave. but you didn’t.

eventually, he lifted himself again, this time resting on one elbow as he hovered over you. his hair was a little messy from laying down, falling into his eyes in soft, dark strands. his gaze was steady, but his mouth was set in a line — irritated, playful, desperate. you could see it in the way his jaw clenched slightly, in the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he leaned down again.

he was going for it — again.

this time, he got closer. you didn’t move right away. let him believe he had it for just a second longer — enough to see the flicker of hope in his eyes, the soft parting of his lips — and then you pulled back just barely, eyes still locked on his.

his breath caught in his throat.

your smirk widened. “still didn’t hear the magic word.”

jay’s head dropped to your shoulder, a soft thud as he exhaled hard through his nose.

“so unbelievable,” he muttered, voice muffled against your skin.

you just laughed, fingers threading through his hair gently. “come on baby, you’re not really mad.”

“i’m not mad,” he grumbled, lifting his head again. his tone was laced with that bratty, frustrated affection he always fell into when you teased him like this. “i just want to kiss my boyfriend.”

“then ask nicely.”

his eyes narrowed again, but his body gave him away. his knee shifted again, sliding up between your legs just enough to get your attention. his hand landed on your chest, fingers spread, grounding himself.

he leaned in a third time — slower now, like if he went carefully enough, you might finally give in. but you didn’t move. you just watched him with that maddening calm. waiting. and this time, he stopped on his own.

he hovered just inches from your lips, his eyes fluttering half-closed. his breath ghosted over your mouth. you could see the frustration pinching the corners of his eyes, and underneath it — desire. warm, aching and real.

then (finally) his voice dropped.

“…please.”

it wasn’t loud. wasn’t whiny or sarcastic either.

it was soft, but low — the kind of low that hit somewhere deep in your spine. his voice was roughened slightly by restraint, and that one word, that single syllable, slipped between his lips like it cost him something.

and fuck, did it wreck you.

you didn’t wait this time. one hand gripped his jaw, thumb brushing the soft edge of his cheekbone, and you kissed him hard.

jay my let out a noise — something between a sigh and a relieved groan — as his whole body melted into yours. his hand moved to cup your neck, holding you there as if afraid you’d pull away again. his lips pressed urgently to yours, over and over, like he was trying to make up for all the times you’d dodged him. desperate. warm. hungry.

he kissed like he really meant it. like it had been days, not just minutes.

you responded in kind, matching his pace, his energy. one hand slid down his back, slow and firm, grounding him. your tongue brushed his bottom lip and he opened up for you, no hesitation. he was pliant and demanding at once — tugging you in, then melting under you.

when you finally pulled back for air, his breath was ragged, and his eyes were glazed.

“you’re such an asshole,” he murmured, voice rough around the edges but breathlessly fond.

you chuckled, brushing his hair back with a thumb.

“maybe. but you loved that.”

he tried to roll his eyes again, but the soft flush blooming across his cheeks and the way his hand refused to leave your chest told the truth. he buried his face into your neck with a grumble. “yeah. unfortunately.”

you kissed the top of his head.

the silence returned, this time heavier with satisfaction. jay shifted again, curling closer, one leg thrown over yours. you adjusted the blanket around his shoulders, keeping him tucked into your side.

“hey,” he mumbled after a while, voice thick with sleep.

“yeah?”

“next time… just kiss me.”

you smiled, eyes slipping shut. “no promises.”

he groaned softly, swatting your chest again — but he didn’t move away. he didn’t need to.

he had what he wanted.

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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HERO

PAIRING: Vlogger!Sim Jaeyun x M!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Angst

WARNING/S: Jake turns into a complete jerk, facefucking, deepthroating, cum swallowing

SUMMARY: A growing sensational vlogger and an unbothered person meets in a very unexpected, dangerous incident.

Jake started out another day of his life with pure stupidity, not only did he forget his money at his house, he was also talking in front of the camera without turning on the record button. He felt so embarrassed with himself, the people probably thinking he was a dumb person to not be able to know how to use a camera.

The whole morning he was walking around the streets of Seoul, wandering about the place while conversing with the camera about how beautiful Seoul is, only to find out that the whole thing wasn't caught on tape when he took a rest and sat on a bench near the park. "All those talking for nothing. People must have thought I was weird." Jake, in his birth language with a strong Australian accent, spoke to himself, a sigh leaving past his lips as he puts his monopod down where his camera was attached to and rubbed his face in annoyance.

He was in dire need of a content to upload later on when he gets home for his hundred and three subscribers who continued to endlessly support him and watch his videos. His channel might have been small, but he was full of hope and knew one day his career will blow up and many people will soon recognize him.

Without much of a choice, he started a live on his phone in just one seating, a few of his subscribers joining in the live to watch him. "Hello, guys, Jake here. Just wanted to say that I feel so stupid right now and so, I'm making it up for this... live." He trailed off, his eyes catching you who seemed to be lost and crossed the street back and forth as if you didn't know what to do. Is he not from here?

After realizing that he had kept his viewers waiting, he got back on track and went on talking and explained why he was suddenly out of it just a few seconds ago. "Today, I got out of the house, forgot my wallet, and decided to film. Well, at least I thought I was filming only to reali—OH, FUCK! HEY, WATCH OUT!" He cut his own self through his words the moment he saw you glued in the middle of the streets with your headphones on looking down at the map you were holding, while a fast approaching car was headed your way.

Seeing as no one else was around besides him, he left his camera on the bench and ran as fast as he can to get to you who was still yet to realize that you were about to get hit by a fucking car. The car kept on honking and honking, rolling down their windows to yell out at you. "I lost my brakes! Move!" Great.

"HEY, GUY!" He yelled and waved his hands up at the sky in attempt to get your attention, but only to fail miserably. "WHO FUCKING CROSSES THE STREETS WITH THEIR HEADPHONES ON? FUCK!" He yelled and grew more anxious by the time the car approached you closer and closer at a high speed.

And just when the car was about to swerve away from you, you had took off your headphones and was late to see the car that was coming your way, but Jake was quick enough to run to you and jumped towards your smaller frame and pushed yourselves away the direction of the car and fell at a safe distance away from the crosswalk.

The incident left Jake panting and breathing heavily before he opened his eyes slowly to see that he was still in complete shape and looked around to see the car had crashed at a lamppost, the driver of the car limping their way out.

Jake's chest heaved up and down, as he looked down at the person next to him who forgot to speak as you were so stunned from the sudden event, a hand on your chest while you tried to catch your own breathe. "Hey, hey, hey. There's no need to be scared anymore. You're alright now." Jake told you, you poor shook up male, turning your head to look at him.

"You're what saying.. I... I don't understand." You told him, the mistake in your grammar noticed quickly by him and remembered that he was in another country, forgetting that he wasn't in his hometown. Thankfully, he was able to both speak and understand the foreign language and communicated with you.

"You're safe, now." He softly told you as he stood up and held out a hand for you to hold onto, so he can help you up. You gladly took it and got up as well, now in your full height, a little shorter than him. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked you and you shook your head in reply without uttering a word. "That's good to hear."

Later on, an ambulance arrived checking on both you and the stranger, along with the owner of the crashed car. In the accident, thankfully no one got badly hurt, but Jake did get a scratch on his arm due to the fall and was treated by the medic team that was along with the ambulance.

"D-Does it hurt?" Your shy voice asked him, feeling responsible for the wound.

"Oh, this? Nah, I'm a strong man. I can—AH! Hey, what did you do that for?" He glared at you, after you decided to check if he was lying or not by slapping him by the arm where his wound was located.

You gave him a full smile and a chuckle, Jake's expression softening upon seeing you smile. You had hung your head low and took a deep breathe. "I know it's easy to cover the pain up with a smile, but you don't have to lie if it hurts." You stated with a small smile, holding the soda can that is currently empty, fear almost taking over you, since if it wasn't for you someone could have been terribly hurt or worse, died. Taking this into consideration, you faced the blonde male once more. "Hey, by the way. Thank you for saving me back there, uh.. I didn't quite get your name."

Jake's lips formed an 'o' shape, properly introducing himself not crossing his mind. "The name's Sim Jaeyun, but you can call me, Jake." He replied to you, holding out a hand in front of you for you to shake.

You blinked several times, unable to understand anything that he had just said, since he spoke in a different language. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Oh, shit." Jake cursed under his breathe facepalming himself that got him a slight chuckle from you, finding him a little funny. Jake smiled at you and repeated his words, this time in a language you could understand. "I'm Sim Jaeyun, but you can just call me Jake." Just as he said his name, he immediately remembered the camera that he had left on the bench to run and save you. "NO, MY CAMERA!"

"What? Where?!" You asked him, looking around you to look for it, but it was nowhere visible. You turned your attention back to Jake who just shook his head telling you that it was no use to look for it now, plus it's nowhere near.

"Thing's probably already gone by now." Jake sighed sadly, which in turn got you feeling guilty for your own carelessness.

"Hey, uh, tell you what. I'll help you buy another camera with the money I have saved." You suggested, Jake widening his eyes and waved his hands in front of him telling you that he didn't really need it. "I really insist. Besides, I had no purpose why I'm saving money. At least you gave me one reason." You told him, Jake furrowing his brows.

"You really don't have—"

"M/n, by the way. L/n M/n." You informed him and gave him a small fist bump on the side of his arm you giggling to yourself.

And from that day moving forward, you two became the best of friends and spent most of the time together, going on walking trips, talking about each other's lives or how your day went. You both were the happiest when around one another. Who knew that one incident would have brought you two together?

But, of course, being a friend of a man who had a very strong sex drive was never easy. Not only did he own dog-like features that made it hard for you to resist, but he also acted like one. He had no choice of place in this world, as long as he can satisfy his thirst for sex.

Jake is quite a handful to say the least, but it all started not too long ago, when Jake had told you that he loved masturbating to gay porn, taking you obviously aback at how casual he sounded as if he didn't keep it as a secret. It went from simple blowjobs to a very hot make out session, then turning into a sexy love-making in bed almost every night.

You actually didn't mind, but you couldn't help yourself to think that maybe, behind all these, Jake has feelings for you, just like how you did towards him. This wasn't supposed to happen at first. It didn't even occur to you that you have grown feelings for the older male already. Only were you able to realize during his aftercare for being too rough with you in bed just a few days ago. So, even if it hurts you an inch, you still continued to be his faithful friend and supported him through his lows and highs.

"Jaeyun." You called out to the said male, him only humming innocently to you in reply with a tilt of his head to the side. "Are you fucking serious? In the restroom? Inside a restaurant?"

Jake only smiled at you and nodded his head, practically seeing his dog ears perk up in excitement. "Why? Do you have a problem with that?" Although Jake looked like he was genuinely concern with you, the subtle threatening tone in his voice was enough to turn your legs into jelly.

"N-No." You answered him, Jake feeling satisfied, smirked at the fact that you were fast to offer yourself to him instantly, whilst he stuck his tongue out and waisted one of his hands while he used the spare one to brush his now peach colored hair back, then putting all his weight on one leg and let out an impatient sigh.

Noticing that you only stood on your place without bothering to make a move, Jake grew irritated and slammed his hand on the door of the cubicle you both were in, pinning you against it in the process that made you flinch at the suddenness. "What the hell are you waiting for? Someone else to come in and catch us?" Jake raised you a brow, whispering into your ear, his warm breathe gently hitting the back of your neck.

You gave in to his command and slid down, kneeling in front of him, Jake's brown orbs lingering for a moment as he watched you unbutton his pants. He listened to the sound of his zipper getting undone before you pulled his pants down to his ankles, a satisfied hum moving past his lips when he felt your hand cup his member through his boxers.

Jake was not the kind of person to last long as he was a very sensitive one, but he always made up for everything through his good performance and well, dick size. Even the slightest of your touch on his clothed member was enough to give him a boner, one side of Jake's lips lifting up at the pleasure you were giving him.

You lifted your eyes up to look at Jake only for you to discover that the peach haired male had his own eyes glued onto you, as well. You moved your hand to hold onto the waist band of his black boxers, Jake cocking his head up towards you, giving you his permission.

You pulled down the front of his underwear, his erect dick springing into action, almost hitting your face in the process, your eyes practically sparkling at how huge he was. "Don't keep me waiting, M/n. I don't have all day." Jake's voice told you in a gentle manner all the while placing a hand at the back of your head, grunting desperately when he pulled you towards him in attempt to find some kind of friction to satisfy himself a little bit more. "Fuck it. M/n, can I?" Jake asked you, not able to wait anymore, but didn't forget the courtesy to ask you first, so he doesn't hurt you. Something bigger sparked inside of the Australian when you gave him a shy nod in reply, sighing. "Open your mouth, baby."

You slowly complied to his request, choking in just a second the moment Jake had pushed his whole length inside your wet cavern and stayed in that position for a minute long, humming and sighing, whilst praising you and admiring how your lips perfectly curled around his girth with a smirk appearing on his face. "I could do this all day and I'd never get tired." The sentence enough had you moaning in pleasure, the vibrations of the sinful sound sending blissful sensations down the older male's rod. "Oh, holy fuck, yes!" Jake moaned, slipping into his own language, you not minding, considering all the times you have been with Jake and his native language, you grew used to it and actually learned to understand it. "You make me feel so good, M/n. Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" Jake stared down at you, you with your eyes closed and stray tears nodded at him in reply.

A deep chuckle resonated from above you, Jake taking out a few inches of his cock out of you, until he pushed himself back inside your mouth, with a lot of force this time, doing it a few more times, then adding speed to his thrusts, starting slowly. "You don't know how much I'm trying my best to hold back myself here." Jake said, wetting his dry lips with his tongue.

Feeling grateful, you looked up at the male to be met with that same brown orbs that saw you as the prettiest person in the world, Jake abruptly stopping his motions, his expression turning dark that got you both confused and scared, wanting to ask him what was going on or what the problem was, but when you tried to pull your head away, Jake's strong hands gripped onto the back of your head tightly. "You're.. so.. fucking cute, M/n." Jake commented, being able to sense the smirk on his face. Right after those words had left his lips, he snapped his hips forward and instantly, you found yourself getting facefucked roughly by Jake who got clearly turned on by the face you just made.

You gawked and choked, doing your best to relax your gag reflex at how Jake was harshly thrusting into your mouth like it was some kind of fleshlight. "Oh, shit! AGH! M/n, so good! SO FUCKING GOOD!" Jake groaned into the pleasure, laughing at your current state.

Your hands which were holding onto the male's hips, dropped back down to your sides as you let Jake do whatever he wants to do with you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, tears falling down your pink stained cheeks, while you kept yourself up, the euphoric state you were in was heavenly. "Shit, you're mouth really never fails to amaze me." Jake's pace gradually fastened, an animalistic speed making you grow weak, the only last thing keeping you up was Jake's hold on your head as he fucked your mouth with all his might. "Mmmh~ Use your tongue, baby."

Getting back to your senses, with each thrust of Jake's hips you licked the underside of his cock earning a low moan from Jake, twirling it around his shaft keeping up with his pace.

Loud squelching noises can be heard inside the restroom of the restaurant, you two still lucky to have not been seen yet or heard by anyone since no one else decided to get in (Or maybe because Jake locked the door on the way here).

Your muffled moans and voice was overshadowed by the sound of Jake's loud and pleasured groans, caused by how well you treated his cock with your mouth.

Jake never lost his erratic movements and carried on for a few more minutes, his pace starting to slow down indicating that he was near his climax until he convulsed inside of you, burying his cum deep inside your mouth with a groan coming out of Jake. "FUUUUCK!"

He thrusted a few more times to ride out his high, you licking him dry as Jake looked down at you in satisfaction, his hold loosening before he pulled his flaccid cock out of you and fixed himself up, then helping you up from your position.

You had already stood up, but your weak knees suddenly buckled and you almost fell if it wasn't for Jake who had caught you just in time. "Careful, M/n." He chuckles sweetly at you, the aftermath of the event getting you all embarrassed.

"Thanks." You expressed your gratitude to him and lets go of him when you finally gained your balance once again.

Jake nods his head to appreciate your gratitude and smiled. "Now, we must get out without anyone seeing us."

"Why?" You asked him, dusting your pants. You looked at him and saw that same guilty mixed with a little bit of cheekiness face appear. "Jaeyun, tell me you did not lock the door... again."

"I was scared myself of getting caught! What was I supposed to do?" Jake retorted, huffing after and crossed his arms.

You poked the inside of your cheek in annoyance and clicked your tongue, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "You..." You let out, but only a sigh was able to finish your sentence.

Jake situated himself behind you, waiting for your cue, as he held onto your shoulders putting all his trust in you. You slowly opened the door, through the crack checking if someone would be able to see the both of you. When coast was clear, you looked back at Jake and nod your head once as a sign of confirmation.

The two of you got out quietly and, successfully no one was able to see you leaving the once locked restroom.

Quickly moving out of the place, you moved to your table first to get your bag and Jake his, then left. A few distance away from the place, a voice possibly from a fan of Jake was heard. You guessed she was since she was running towards the male with a surprised face as though she could not believe that it was really Jake in front of her.

Recently, Jake has been receiving a lot of attention after a news article had circulated around the internet on how he was so sharp-eyed and left his live just to rescue you on that one afternoon. Incline with the attention he was receiving, his channel was growing at a very fast pace with an estimated number of 678, 000 subscribers and all of these in just a month.

You were really happy for Jake and you were proud of him. So, one day, after school, you paid a visit to the mall and bought him a new camera as a present to him for his success on his career. Your money was only enough to let you buy the oldest version of the camera brand that Jake liked, but you thought maybe he'd like it, since it is still a camera.

That same day you went to his house to give him the surprise you wanted to give him. You were so excited and hoped that he would actually like it, not because he didn't want to let what you bought with your savings go to waste, rather because he loved it.

You were so giddy and happily knocked on the wooden door of the house, only to be bombarded with a loud music that was coming from inside the house. Curious, you opened the front door and to your surprise, Jake was partying by his own in his living room. "Jaeyun-ah!" You called out to the male, but the music was too loud and Jake couldn't hear you.

You were about to stop playing the music, when Jake saw you by his peripheral vision and smiled widely at you. It didn't stop you though from turning off the music. Jake ran up to you to give you a hug. "M/n, you just won't believe what I received in the mail just now." Jake started, feeling super excited to tell you about what he got in the mail.

"What is it?" You asked him.

Jake squealed in excitement and jogged his way to one of the couches and took out something that made you frown a little. "I got a new camera! Isn't it amazing? Now, you don't have to spend your money to buy me a new camera!"

"Yeah... great." You uttered with a bitter smile as you watched Jake admire his new camera, while you tried to not let him find the box that you were hiding behind you.

Moving back to the present, you shook your head to take you off of your swirling thoughts and saw the same girl taking a picture with Jake. The male had on a big smile, waving goodbye at the girl, Jake walking towards you and chuckled. "Wow, wow. Look at you."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up. Stop flattering me."

"Jaeyun, what the hell was that stunt you pulled back there?!" Your voice was stern, angry that Jake gained such confidence to treat a person just like that. Ever since Jake had grew more popular and popular, all he ever cared about was his image, his fame, and the money.

Jake only raised you a brow. "I don't think we're understanding each other here. I already told you that that gross old guy had threw himself at me. What was I supposed to do? He had it coming his way." Jake stated, you thinking that he was being unbelievable right now.

"Jaeyun, when the hell did you start acting like this?" You asked him in complete disbelief at him. "And you also made me bring all these things you bought for yourself. If I knew that there was nothing in it for me, I should have left you in the streets and let you bring all these yourself." You glared at him and angrily dropped the paper bags on the floor.

Jake huffed in defeat, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry, okay?" He said in a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear it. "I just got really mad because that crazy old guy ruined my contract with the most famous company. I almost had it."

"But, Jaeyun, you're already famous enough to be able to buy all the things you want in the world. Surely, you don't have to ask for anything more, right?" You told him, trying to talk him out of his head. This fame of his was getting out of hand. This was not right anymore.

Jake scoffed, wondering why you weren't catching up with him. To him, you were really acting ignorant and stupid right now. "M/n, look around you." Jake started as he spun around with his arms extended to the sides like he was in some drama. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be living in a very fancy house. You wouldn't be getting these gifts from me if it wasn't for me. Remember that."

"Don't you dare use me to explain yourself. I have only stuck by your side to support you and help you." You told him, but Jake only scoffed, you clicking your tongue in annoyance. "So, you're still going to continue asking for so much more when you already have everything in this 'luxurious' house you call a home." You rebutted in your defense, wanting nothing more, but for Jake to understand your point. "It doesn't even feel like home anymore."

"Why are you so against me being famous? Do you know how hard it was for me to get to this point?" Jake added, making it clear that he want that to stick inside your head. You were just being hardeheaded, but for a good cause. You didn't want Jake to be eaten whole by his guilt and regret once he realizes the mistakes he had done.

"Yes, I know, Jaeyun." You replied in a gentle manner, your voice covered in sadness and desperation. You pointed at yourself and spoke once again. "I've been there with you. I've seen everything from the start, how you grew and how you climbed your way up to the top. I've always been by your side, Jaeyun." You continued, this time giving up your hope and thinking that nothing else would be able to convince him at this point.

"YOU always stuck to my side, because you liked me." Jake proudly stated, catching you off guard. "Yeah, you thought I wouldn't be able to see right through you? Bitch, I am not that fucking dense." Jake 'tsk'ed and smirked at you, taking a few steps forward to you and stared you down, looming over your height. "Whoring yourself to me just to have a fuck with me—"

You cut Jake off, not wanting him to finish his sentence with a slap to his face that woke him up to realize what he had just said, his heart wrenching when he saw your teary eyes and how you tried to hold them back. "What the fuck?" These were the only words you could muster to form due to how shocked you were upon hearing those words leave his lips. "Are you hearing yourself, right now?" Your brows furrowed in sadness, letting out a scoff of disbelief. "Know what? I actually like the old Jake. He was seriously the best. Took care of me, kind, and selfless."

"M/n—"

"Now, all I receive is nothing, but a mouthful of bullshit." You stop him from talking once again with your brows knitted and fists clenched.

Jake sighed and rubbed his temples. "Fine, I'm sorry for what I said, but you should understand, M/n. This has been my dream."

"I did, Jaeyun, but it doesn't excuse you to hurt me with your words. I did understand, I swear, I did. Not until all of this fame got into your head and you completely changed." Jake acted so superior around you and acted like you were his dog, ordering you around to his content, mocking you in front of the camera as though you were a joke to him. "Hell, I can't even tell if you're still the same Jake I knew."

"M/n, please don't say that." Jake begged, but he didn't sound too sincere to you which in return got him a broken smile from you and you walked up to him to give him one last hug before you leave.

You sighed, closing your eyes in the process and took in the warmth he radiated, feeling yourself calm down a little. "I will because I can, Jaeyun. For so long, I have endured everything, but I'm aleady at my limit. I don't think I can any longer be your friend, Jaeyun." You told him, pulling away from him. You looked up to be met with his eyes that were shaking in fear, before out of nowhere his tears fell down from his eyes, your hand reaching up to his face to wipe away the tears that fell. "I don't want you crying, Jake." You told him spoken in Jake's native language, thanking him for teaching you the language even if it was in the most painful way. "So, I wish you the best for you and your career."

"Please, don't go, M/n. I... I'm sorry. I'll do anything. Please.. just please don't leave me." Jake in his pure desperation asked you, but you already had enough.

"If I don't, I'll only be inflicting pain to myself." You told him and took a deep breathe before taking something out of your bag. "Oh, and I was meaning to give you this, but I never got the chance to."

Jake looked at it before he took it into his hands, the item only bringing more tears into his eyes and lifted his head up only to see that you were no longer there anymore and had already departed from his life forever.

A few months later, you were in your class listening carefully to the lesson being tackled, jotting down notes on your notebook the important key words that will help you when you study later. You were deep in your thoughts thinking about all the things you wanted to do in the future and... how Jake was doing.

Just like the usual, he was still posting videos on Youtube and continued to update his subscribers about what he's been doing for the past few days, months and so on. You were starting to actually think that maybe Jake had forgotten all about you already and that he is now in a better place without you.

Sometimes, when you're walking home, you'd pass by his street to see if he was around or at his home doing whatever he does now with his life. "I just wish—"

"Mr. L/n. You have a visitor." Your teacher announced to you, your classmates teasing you with 'oooh's and 'aww's as if someone was at the door that was going to hand you some flowers. You just replied to their teasing with a mocking face and shoved them off with your middle finger.

You got up from your seat and walked up to the door, the class, including your teacher, anticipating who that person was to you that he had to come over to the school just to see you. When you were able to step out of the room, you only saw the shoes of the person, then your eyes trailed up to the face of the person and saw your cousin, Park Jongseong. "What now, Jay?" You asked him.

"Is that a way to greet your cousin? Wow, how've the world changed." Jay sarcastically said and got an eye roll from you. "Anyways, I'm here, since a very special friend of yours wanted me to give you this." He went straight to the point and handed you a bouquet of flowers, Jay slinging a camera around your neck that got you looking up at your cousin in shock.

"What the—? How-who, gave me these?" You asked Jay and the latter pointed with his finger somewhere towards the bouquet you were holding. You saw that there was a letter attached to the bouquet, you looking up at Jay before he signed that you should read it. You pulled your brows together in confusion, then started reading the message that was written on the paper.

It's me, it's me! I gave you the flowers, M/n. ㅋㅋㅋ Still remember me? Your good ol' buddy, Jake the dog? It's been a while since we last talked. Knowing you'd be busy studying in your room, I present to you a camera and beautiful flowers that always reminds me of you. A camera, so... I dunno, really, just thought you'd want it, since I always knew how you loved photography and the flowers because they're pretty just like you! :) Also, I hope it's not too late, but I really am sorry for what I have done to you. I am terribly, sincerely, genuinely sorry for what I did. It was a big jerk move and I promise I won't do it anymore.

Can we be friends, again?

YES | NO

"This guy... seriously." You shook your head in disbelief, a smile appearing on your face. You took your ballpen out of your pocket and wrote something in the paper. After, you gave it to Jay and without uttering another word, you got back inside your classroom, receiving a few shouts of hurray's and cheers, but you made it clear that you didn't like him at all. "HE IS MY FUCKING COUSIN FOR PETE'S SAKE!"

Outside of the classroom, criosity killing him, Jay looked at the paper.

YES | NO

Call me a whore again and I'll literally cut your balls off. Don't forget that. You know how much I stick to my words. Also, thanks for the gifts. Asshole

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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GAY ONE-SHOT #10: Riize Sohee, Wonbin & Anton x Top Male Reader Foursome

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Idols: Top Male Reader x Bottom Riize Sohee, Top Wonbin x Bottom Anton

Content: You're having sex with your boyfriend Sohee when curious couple Anton and Wonbin peek inside and join. Missionary, Cumshot, Blowjob.

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL/MEDIUM

Word Count: 2.4k

Sohee is on his knees on his bed, thighs spread while leaning on one elbow. His grimacing face is toward the bedroom door but he isn't bothered but the fact that it's not fully closed.

You're on your knees behind him, slightly tilted to one side. You've got a hand on his hip and your dick is inside him, fucking his ass with passion.

You've been at it for ten minutes. You know the others can hear you but don't care. It's not like the fact that the two of you are sexually active should come as news to your boyfriend's friends anyway.

You slide your hand up Sohee's side. He turns his head and torso to see you and reaches behind you to touch your ass. You glance up and down his back and lean in to reach around his front, so far you can briefly kiss and lick his skin while your dick moves slowly in and out of his tight hole.

“Mm,” Sohee moans when your lips meet and he has to twist his neck far to get to you.

“Fuck you're sexy like this,” you whisper in his ear and hold him tight.

“I love you,” Sohee says, before his body straightens out and he faces the door again while he tries to relax.

The door moves. A figure is standing behind it peeking in. You sense the presence and look up, and smile to yourself when Anton's curious eyes meet yours.

He hides but doesn't leave. You never stop fucking your sweet boyfriend even though you can see Anton's arm and know he's still there. Then the door opens a little wider, and Wonbin appears in the opening.

Sohee too have spotted his friends by now. The two figures hide behind the wall but their heads keep looking in, mesmerized and hot. You thrust your hips and Sohee's hole pleasures your dick, but you're suddenly not as much aroused by the sensation as you are thrilled by the curious onlookers.

When neither Sohee nor you react negatively to their presence, Anton and Wonbin become braver. The push the door fully open, and stop hiding as they stand side by side in it.

Their mouths are open, their eyes are big and their dicks are hard. Several minutes go by in which they're just standing there, watching, eyes wandering from your naked body, to their friend's, and to your eyes and naughty grin.

You're loving the attention. It excites you to shock and awe them. They can look all they want, it only makes the sex feel hotter.

Sohee too is enjoying the situation. It was never planned – he just wanted to have sex with his boyfriend and decided it would be okay despite the fact that you weren't home alone. The door not being fully closed was just a happy accident, a mistake in the heat of the moment.

That Wonbin is loving it becomes abundantly clear when he slowly begins to massage his crotch. He's wearing a tank top and a pair of loosely fitted shorts, nothing else, and he doesn't even try to hide his boner or how your sex is affecting his mind.

Anton is more timid and careful. He hides behind Wonbin, but is also inching closer by the minute. His thoughts come to realize that you're okay with them watching, and he eventually mimics Wonbin's actions.

The two of them glance at each other when you pull Sohee's ass closer and straighten your back. Wonbin takes a step forward and officially enters the room, and takes the opportunity to stick his hand down his shorts.

Anton, who is wearing long sweat pants and a hoodie, strokes the outline of his cock. He drools, and looks away when you smile at him, but he doesn't want to leave. In fact he wants to join.

You can tell they both do but it doesn't feel like your place to invite them. Sohee, however, knows them well and is intrigued by the idea. He looks at Wonbin and nods.

The men in the door are quick to react. They struggle as a couple, to find time alone at the dorm, and to be able to make love while you're around would make things easier. This very moment is the time when the four of you learn that you're all okay with that, and that you can all have fun side by side.

Wonbin takes several steps toward the bed. Anton follows him and leaves the door open, too consumed by the show to give it a thought. When they reach the bed they kiss, and the sight makes your dick throb in Sohee's ass.

You all smile as you look around at each other and reach a silent agreement. Sohee repositions himself to give them space, which prompts you to pull out and let him roll over. He lies on his back and you come down on top of him, and you make out with passion as the onlookers begin to undress.

When you pull your lips away from Sohee's face, as he spreads his legs around you, you turn to check and the other couple are indeed getting naked. They're making out, down to only their underwear, still standing in each other's arms.

Fuck he's hot, you think to yourself, staring at Wonbin in particular. His body is tall and fit and makes Anton seem small beside him.

When Wonbin pulls down his underwear and bend his knees one at a time to step out of them, you half way sit up between Sohee's legs to get a better view.

And when Anton too gets fully naked and they climb onto the bed with you, Sohee turns his head and watch them make out.

Finally, when Anton goes down on all four and Wonbin positions himself behind him, you reach for your dick and guide it in between Sohee's cheeks.

The four bodies on the bed are aligned, two couples side by side. Sohee on his back, you rocking your body between his legs while leaning on your out-stretched arms. Anton on his knees and hands, a dick swinging below him. And Wonbin behind him, with a focused expression on his face as he adjusts his position before he pushes in.

Soon you're all engaged and immersed in your respective activities. Sohee raises and lowers his ass below you, while your rocking motions push your dick in and out of his hole. Wonbin has a firm grip around Anton's hips, and he keeps staring at you while you fuck your lovers.

This goes on for another ten minutes. None of you say a word, but exchange lustful and curious glances all around. Then a fifth figure appears in the door, and sadly this one has a girlfriend.

“What the hell?” Eunseok says and chuckles.

Sohee bends his head far back to see the silhouette upside down. Wonbin turns around and smirks. Anton stares straight ahead, afraid to face reality.

Eunseok, however, is looking right into your eyes. “Sorry,” you mumble and don't know if you should smile at him or pull out.

“Could you close the door?” Sohee asks.

“No,” Eunseok replies and laughs, but he has no intention of staying. “You guys have fun,” he adds and walks away.

You all turn to look at each other and giggle when the intruder is gone. If no one else in the dorm minds it then neither do you.

You are, however, ready to finish what you've started. You return your focus to your hot boyfriend and kiss him. You put your hands below his ass and thighs and push his calves onto your shoulders. You pull your knees up for a better angle and continue to fuck his ass.

Wonbin senses your new-found jolt of passion. He holds on tighter around Anton's waist, then reaches in to find his boyfriend's dick. He starts to play with it, to help Anton get hard again, and whispers in his boyfriend's ear: “It's okay babe.”

It makes Anton feel relaxed. He turns to look at you but you're no longer paying them any attention. Then he spreads his knees wider, sticks his ass out higher and rests his head on the sheets.

He closes his eyes and holds his breath, and finally lets out a moan and his face curls up, as Wonbin starts going faster and pulls his ass harder onto his hard cock.

Sohee has his eyes closed and begins to moan. He's fully into your hot sex, your wonderful dick in his ass, and the strong sense that his friends are watching even when they're not. His hands glide up and down your arms while his feet point straight in the air, and his body bends in half by his pelvis when you press further and further down on him.

He reaches in between you, for his dick which he begins to stroke, and pants up toward your face. You moan each time you thrust and look down at him. And Wonbin is so turned on by your sounds of pleasure that he allows himself to grunt audibly.

“Ah, Ah, mm, yeah,” he says in sync with his thrusting motions.

“Yyh, yyh, yyh, yyh,” Anton whimpers by your side.

“Ahh, ahh, fuck,” you grunt when your orgasm is building, until you suddenly reach it and your body jolts.

“Ahhh, ahhh, fuu-uuck,” you groan loudly, to everyone else's great pleasure. “Ahh, ahh, AHHHH!”

You know they'll love it which is why you do it. Sohee's eyes shoot open and he pants wildly at you. Then you jolt again and come, and suddenly close your eyes and hold your breath.

“Ahhhhh, yeaaaaahhh,” you sigh deeply as you empty yourself in Sohee's ass. “Ahhhh, fuck this is hot.”

It makes Wonbin and Anton turn and look, and Wonbin is encouraged by the orgasm of his friend's boyfriend. He's getting close too and takes his hand away from Anton's dick. But Sohee who is furiously flapping his hand between you beats him to it.

“Ahh, mm, MMMM!” your boyfriend moans when he comes. His dick erupts and sperm shoots out of the head, just in time when you pull away and his legs fall off your shoulders.

You quickly hunch down as he puts his feet back on the bed. You take the dick and stick out your tongue, and lick the head when more sperm seeps out of it.

Wonbin is not far behind. “Ah, Ah, AHHHH, Yeeeaah!” he exclaims to match the way you've announced your orgasm. “Yeah, yeah, ahh, MMMPFFHH!”

His body jolts and slams against Anton's ass. He's already exploded in the hole when he quickly pulls out and takes the dick in his hand. He holds it over Anton's ass and lower back when a second wave happens, and a long string of white liquid shoots across his boyfriend's body.

Only Anton remains. As the three of you come down from your respective highs you glance around and smile at each other. Then, when Wonbin sits down and Anton just remains there with his eyes closed and ass in the air, you turn to focus fully on the youngest member.

You move away from your boyfriend and sit with your legs folded. You watch Anton's cute face while Sohee lifts his legs and pulls his ass cheeks apart. You don't even notice what he's doing when Sohee plays with his hole using his fingers, and your cum starts to drip out of it.

You're not in a position to help Anton release. You don't know the man, not yet. But Wonbin is, and he comes to lie beside his lover.

He sticks his head in under him and takes the dick. He shoves it in his mouth while feeling Anton's abs and soft skin from below. He sucks and licks the shaft, while Anton's starts to move his hips up and down, face-fucking his boyfriend while remaining on his knees and head.

Wonbin gags. Sohee stops playing with his hole and turns to look. He puts his legs in your lap and you caress him lovingly, as you watch the show from the sidelines.

Anton has to close his eyes and focus his mind to come. He's probably not been anywhere near a sexual experience like this one before. But now he has, and he does eventually get there.

That he's come isn't immediately clear just by looking at him. He keeps laying there, bent over on his knees, moving his ass up and down at a slow but steady pace, as if nothing has happened at all.

It does become clear, however, when Wonbin suddenly gags again and Anton does stop thrusting. Wonbin quickly moves his head, grabs the dick and sucks hard, and you see his adam's apple move when he swallow the first load.

They stay like this for another half minute, until Wonbin pulls his head out from under his boyfriend and comes to sit beside you. Anton sits up too, slowly, and leans his head on Wonbin shoulder. They smile first at each other, then at you and Sohee, and you all chuckle when sperm trickles out of Wonbin's mouth and down his lips.

He licks it up with his tongue and swallow again. Then he puts an arm around Anton and they kiss, and you turn to lie beside your boyfriend and do the same.

Wonbin soon gets up and out of bed. Anton follows and they pick up their clothes. “Thanks,” the former says while the latter looks shy, then they walk naked out of the room together, clothes in hand and without saying a word.

You put a hand on Sohee's chest and look him in the eye. Holy shit, you mouth and chuckle, afraid the others can still hear you.

“That was great,” Sohee agrees and you kiss, before you relax on the bed all happy and satisfied.

You're glad the other couple came to watch. You're thrilled that they decided to join. And sex from now on will indeed be easier and more frequent, as at least half the dorm are willing to take part or at the very least, will not be bothered if you and Sohee have fun around them.

You can't wait for more days like today. Who knows what the future might hold, now that you've gotten to know Wonbin and Anton a little better.

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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NUDES (Part 2)

PAIRING: Kim Hongjoong x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst, Fluff

WARNING: Size kink, age gap (4 years), blowjob, noncon/dubcon, bullying, abusive parents, life questioning

SUMMARY: Kim Hongjoong was dared to receive a compliment by sharing his dick picwithing five minutes and damn, who knew that would be a start of something beautiful.

Part 1

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"I'll be going on ahead, M/n. Will you be alright?" Chris asked you in concern, not even bearing the thought of what will happen to you back at your home.

You nodded your head and assured him with a small pat at the back. "I'll be fine, Chris. I promise."

Chris' face fell that you could see his imaginary dog ears go droopy. "You're lying."

You shook your head, chuckling. "No, Chan. Besides, I can just lock myself in my room. There. Problem solved."

"They might have the key to your room." Chan reasoned out, feeling bad that he can't do anything to help you.

"Trust me, Chris. I know how to fight." You smiled at him.

"Hmm.. alright." And what seemed to be an argument building up, was shut down immediately with that one reply. Chris just wished he was right to trust you. He had been through all the times you'd talk about how bad your parents were and how they only cared for your grades, but he had never ever though that it would go to this point. He was afraid of it happening and now that it did, not only was he afraid, he felt guilty since he couldn't do anything that could get you out of your situation.

He, then left with a wave of goodbye and a sad face, which you could only laugh at. You replied with the same action before he fully disappeared from your view. As soon as he was out of sight, a sigh left your lips plopping yourself down your chair making a loud screech to come out of it. You were contemplating whether you should go back home or not, but if you didn't, where would you go? And if you decided to go home, you'd probably come back tomorrow to school in a much worse state, knowing the fact that your father won't stop unless he had beat some sense into you with the way you acted this morning.

Another sigh left your lips, your hands starting to wrestle with your hair in frustration as it soon fell down to cover your face, hoping it'd give you something. A loud, defeated groan left your lips, slamming your head on your arms that was rested on top of your desk table. Due to your frustration, you couldn't help yourself, but to let a tear escape from the side of your eyes. You were just really tired with your life already and kept on wishing that you had just never been born in the first place if you were just going to suffer every single day.

You soon felt that familiar sting in your chest, fat tears soon falling down from your eyes. "Fuck, why the hell am I crying?" Your voice hitched, trying your best to calm yourself down, but the way it always felt like something was being pulled in your chest it only led you to cry even more. It hurts like hell. You hiccuped and sobbed quietly, burying your face in your arms to silence or at least muffle the noise you were making, since there were still other students in the school attending their make-up class.

Although, just when you thought that the worst things that had happened to you was the only chief event in your life, your mind was suddenly brought back to the events of last night when you were talking to Hongjoong through chat. His encouraging words helped putting on a smile on your face, as you continued to sob uncontrollably. If you could see your face right now, you'd think that you were a weirdo, laughing and crying at the same time. You were torn between being emotional and happy considering that he still doesn't know who you are and you'd let him down if it was revealed to him that it was you all along.

Then again, it was enough for you to be happy that someone felt so proud of you even if they don't know you. You are glad to know that there is still someone, not worth living, but kind enough to appreciate how much you have sacrificed and had gone already. "Atleast, for now, someone's by my side." Unknowingly, you felt yourself drift off to sleep, being taken away to dreamland.

Meanwhile, as you cried yourself to sleep, students cheered and praised, all because their classes had been dismissed early, due to the teachers' unannounced meeting, but the students were to stay in their classrooms until the clock strikes 6, that is the end of their classes, only will they be allowed to finally leave. Students didn't mind, just as long as there were no annoying teachers constantly nagging them and making it seem that their every move was a mistake.

It was, but a bad news to the student council members since they'd be on campus patrol to be on a look out for any students trying to cut classes or leaving earlier than their scheduled classes dismissal. Hongjoong volunteered to cover the hallways of the campus and check the classrooms, while he gave a task to each members, some guarding near the gates, some at the school canteen and the rest were at the entrance of the building.

Hongjoong checked all the rooms one by one, the freshman's classrooms being the last rooms to be checked as they were located a little apart from the other classrooms. This explained why nobody complained about the noise inside the classroom. Hongjoong chuckles to himself finally able to discover the reason why the students in this part of the school did not care much about getting in trouble. They were hidden from hindsight.

He was humming to a song he had heard on the radio this morning, dancing a little to it by bopping his head to the beat and snapping his fingers. He was having the most of his life partying by himself, when he heard a loud sob and whimpering like someone was in pain. His head whipped to the direction of the noise, seeing that it came from the classroom he was taking care of for the whole duration of Ms. Kang taking a week or more off to be able to rest. "G-Ghost?"

Walking towards the classroom, peeking through the window he caught sight of you still on your seat with your head slumped on top of your arms that was rested on the table as tears fell from your eyes. Undeniably, Hongjoong felt bad for you. He didn't know the reason why you were crying, but seeing as how one of the energy of your circle of friends who always hid yourself behind a smile, it pains him to see it.

And also, why were you still here when your classes had already ended a few minutes ago? Why were you alone, not like usual? Usually, you'd be with Chris horsing around inside the classroom or just pure having fun to pass time. This was actually new to him.

With furrowed brows, Hongjoong went inside the room, as quiet as a turtle to personally check on you and to help you in any way he can to stop you from crying. He was shocked to see that you had your eyes closed, fast asleep. "Is he having a bad dream?" Hongjoong talked to himself as he draw closer to you. A mumble came out of your mouth, while Hongjoong tried to figure out what you were saying, but it was too inaudible for him and could only make out the occasional whimpers that came past your lips, accompanied by a sob and an uneven breathing. "This looks dangerous." Hongjoong stated at the situation you were in. He doesn't know what happened to you, but it looks like you are in total emotional pain.

So, what Hongjoong did first was to sit down on the seat beside you and turned it around to face you, so he could wipe the tears that continuously fell down your red cheeks, in attempt to help you calm down in your sleep. Slowly, but surely you're breathing became even and your sobs finally died down, Hongjoong smiling to himself at how brave you were, even if you were just in your sleep.

Not wanting to frighten you awake, carefully Hongjoong shook your body while calling out your name in a soft voice. "M/n, wake up." Hongjoong said, only earning a nasal grunt from you that made him chuckle. Doing the same process again, you finally gained your consciousness once more and fluttered your eyes open that was half the way from your tears drying. Once they were fully open, you were able to catch sight of Hongjoong smiling down at you with one of his hand on top of your back. "Good afternoon, M/n." Hongjoong greeted you, a small, tired smile creeping its way up to your face.

"Afternoon, sunbae." You replied getting up from your position to sit up straight on your seat, a yawn coming out from your mouth, the feeling of his hand on your back lost once Hongjoong retracted them back. You were late to realize the tears that had escaped your eyes while you were asleep, only did you when you decided to rub your eyes. "Oh, shit. Have I been crying in my sleep, again?" You mumbled, feeling embarrassed that your senior had to see it take place right in front of him.

All throughout the whole time you were stressing over this whole thing, feeling embarrassed that Hongjoong saw you crying, he grew concerned that got him pulling his brows together. "'Again'? Does this happen to you oftenly?" Hongjoong asked you, watching you wipe away the stray tears that was yet to fall from your eyes.

You sniffed and nodded your head, smiling a little. "Yeah. When I cry myself to sleep." You replied blatantly as though it was an event already very common to happen in your life like it was a type of tradition or culture.

"You cry yourself to sleep?" Hongjoong was now facing you with such a worried face, his puppy dog eyes tempting you to answer him honestly.

You hummed in reply while nodding your head. "Until it kinda turned into a habit. I—"

"Why?" Hongjoong's face held determination, cutting you off through your words that took you aback.

"Uh.. eh.. what?" Confused, you asked him. I mean, it wasn't everyday you find someone who wants to listen to you.

"I mean, why do you cry yourself to sleep?" Hongjoong clarified, making himself more clear.

What the hell? Was he concerned of you? What was this feeling? You knew this treatment could be done by Hongjoong to anyone, but you have never seen any person, even your friends, find the interest to ask you about how you're doing or why you do things that seem to hurt you mentally. Your chest tightened in happiness at the thought that someone was willing to hear you out, even when you don't know each other much or just strangers to put it short.

Unconsciously, tears fell down your cheeks that took Hongjoong off guard, flinching at the fact that he could have possibly made you cry. "Oh, fuck. M/n, I'm so sorry." Your face still held the shock in your face while Hongjoong panicked and with both hands cupped your face, his every movements being followed by your eyes your whole body frozen in place. "Please, stop crying. You're making me feel guilty." Hongjoong chuckled awkwardly, working his best on wiping the tears away. "M/n, I am so sorr—"

You cut him off mid-sentence to engulf him in a warm embrace that knocked all the air out of him, a small huff emitting from him. As your tears of joy bursted out of your eyes, you pulled the older male closer to you tightening the hug, burying your face on his chest as you stained his white polo with your tears. You know you'd feel embarrassed after all this and might actually regret it, but you didn't care. You just wanted to feel important. You wanted someone to care for you and look out for you. The things you never got to feel with your parents.

Hongjoong was reluctant, but gradually melted into your warmth and wrapped his arms around you, while he caressed your back and whispered sweet nothings into your ears to calm you down. "There, there. I got you now. You don't have to cry anymore." His voice was gentle and soothing to your ears, as you snuggled yourself closer to him, hearing the wrinkling of his neatly ironed uniform.

This went on for a few more minutes, until you decided that you were already feeling a little better and pulled yourself away from him, wiping your tears with the back of your palm. Hongjoong waited for you to speak, thinking that you probably need a little bit of silence right now, but he just stayed there beside you just in case you needed someone to cry on again.

When you calmed down from your crying, you sighed shakily trying to laugh it off right after. "So, you just saw that happened." You chuckled.

"I don't mind, really. I'd do it a million of times if I need to." Hongjoong reassured you with a smile.

You exhaled through your nose, your shoulders slumping. "Sunbae, you're too kind."

"Not really." Hongjoong replied, scratching his neck. "It's just I can't really afford to see people feeling so down and crying."

You felt sympathetic for the male and wondered if these people treated him the same way. "Sunbae, do you usually care for... uh.. so many people?" You asked meekly to which Hongjoong just chuckled and nodded at in reply that made your brows meet together. "But, has anyone ever treated you the same?" At this, the older went silent, already getting the answer you needed.

This is the problem with being too kind. You treat them nicely, but they never dared to appreciate your work or to at least reciprocate the same action. They'd either beat you and use you to their advantage with how kind you are to them. It's like the moment you show them your kindness to them, they see it as an opportunity to both abuse and take advantage of, which was the worse that could ever happen to any person.

You could see the feeling of defeat in the eyes of the older male, as he hung his head low and sighed dejectedly. "I..."

You smiled, understanding and patted his head a wordless way of you to say that he did his best and that you were so proud of him. "Good job, sunbae. I'm proud of you." You commented, your smile growing wider when Hongjoong peeked at you over his hung low head. "And for that..." You said, bending your body so you could look at his face, which made Hongjoong jump a little, all his attention now at you. "I'll be the teddy bear you can hug and cry on to if you ever need to. So..." You stood up and opened your arms while silently beckoning him to come over and hug you. "Don't be shy, sunbae." You told Hongjoong who just chuckled and stood from his chair, making his way to you, slumping his body onto you as you wrapped your arms around Hongjoong, the latter later placing his arms behind you weakly.

"You're so warm, M/n." Hongjoong commented which made you blush a deep red.

"Well—" A wince of pain coming from you cut you off from your own words, when Hongjoong accidentally pressed on one of your bruises on your abdomen that shocked him pulling away from you.

"What? Did I hurt you? Again? Fuck—"

"No, hyung.. it's..." You trailed off, second guessing whether you should tell him or not. You do not fully know him, so trusting him that easily is quite risky, but no doubt, with what he showed you it led you to telling him what's causing you pain. "...it's one of the many reasons I cry myself to sleep." You said, unbuttoning three buttons of your uniform to show the bruise that had formed all over your abdomen, Hongjoong widening his eyes.

"What the hell? Who did this to you?"

"Mom, dad." You replied a little too blunt.

"What? Why would they do that? And don't you live with them?"

You buttoned up your polo again and laughed lightly at Hongjoong who was to eager to get answers from you. "One question at a time, sunbae. And yes, I live with my parents, that's why I planned on running away."

"You're running away?! I mean, then where are you going?" Hongjoong's genuine concern came out of its shell once more, getting you all smiley.

"That's actually the problem... I don't know where to go." You replied, an awkward laugh coming out from you. You looked at Hongjoong and it looked like he was thinking. "What's in your head, sunbae?"

"Hey, do you think you can wait for me until my classes end?" Hongjoong asked you, to which you replied with a nod. "Great! Now, I'll just finish up the rest of the time of my school patrol duty and I'll come back for you, okay? Don't go anywhere." Hongjoong told you, crossing your arms as you nodded again in reply at him before he left off. You smiled, before you placed yourself down on a chair to sit down while you waited for Hongjoong to come back.

Minutes of you busying yourself singing to a song under your breathe or playing games on your phone later, Hongjoong came back to you cursing loudly because you were losing to the enemy team due to your teammates being such a noob. "FUCK YOU! AAGHH!!" You screamed, almost slamming your phone down your table while pulling on your hair out of frustration, a voice claiming your defeat was heard making you groan yet again that made Hongjoong laugh, which took your attention as you whipped your head towards the male who was leaning himself by the door frame. "Sunbae, how long have you been there?" You asked, quickly exiting the game you were playing.

Hongjoong leaned away and started to walk beside you. "Just long enough to hear that frustrated cussing." Hongjoong teased you, while taking a seat.

"Oh." You replied.

There was a moment of silence between you two, until Hongjoong decided to break the ice. "So, you said you want to run away?"

You hummed in reply, facing him. "I just can't bear being in the same roof as them anymore. There's not a single time where I would come home being treated like either a maid or a toy clay they can mold into anything they want." You stated, a broken smile being glued to your face Hongjoong understanding where you're going. "It's fine, though. I can just go back home and lock myself—"

"Who said you were going back home to that filthy house?" Hongjoong smirked, a spark of hope being lit up inside of you when those words came out of the senior's mouth. "Come on. Follow me." Hongjoong said, jerking his head to the side to tell you the direction where he's taking you.

The moment you stood up, Hongjoong's hand was in front of you being requested for you to hold. You looked up at him first, earning a trustworthy smile from him to ensure you that you are safe with him, then looked back down at his hand to take it into yours. "I bet my whole life that I won't do anything to hurt you, M/n. You've been hurt enough and had been through a lot already. This, I promise you."

Accepting his words, you had put your whole trust on him as you smiled to acknowledge his words. "I trust you, sunbae."

"Please, just call me, Hongjoong." He told you, in order for you to feel more comfortable around him. You nod your head.

"I will, Hongjoong-sunbae." The smile upon your face grew wider, the sight also made Hongjoong grin a little more liking how he was able to make you smile with the treatment he was giving you.

After, Hongjoong led the way to your destination, since obviously he's the only one between the two of you who knows where you both are going, while you talked to each other talking about how life at school was like for the both of you or what your favorite sport is or just anything that comes to mind. It was just something simple, but why did it ever make your heart feel so much better? Like, you finally felt, after all these years, that you were human and that you belong? Even if all of this will be gone someday, at least, you got a taste of what real care feels like.

Since you were a very young child, it wasn't only your reputation-obsessed and abusive parents that had brought you down for so many times, in school you were also the easiest prey among the bullies and would pick on you; it didn't matter if you were younger than them. The first time it happened, a little bit of hope in you was thinking that maybe your parents would finally care and treat your wounds or maybe treat you more nice from now on, but when you got home you realized how you were so wrong. They only scolded you saying that you were so young to be involved in fights and that it wouldn't look great to the image of their names, so everytime you'd just nod and always came home through the back door to avoid getting another sermon from your parents if they ever saw you all covered in wounds and bruises.

Aside from all that, you were a tad bit grateful that despite a young age, you learned how to be by yourself and taught yourself how to be independent. You always get to decide on your own, you get to attend parties that you were invited, travel anywhere you want, but even with all this, deep inside you kept on wishing that your parents would care or finally let their hearts soften and actually see you as their son and as who you are, not who they want you to be.

For years, you carried all this pain with you all by yourself and never bothered making any friends, since they never even liked to be friends with you in the first place. You always told yourself in your mind, that if they got to see you be yourself truly, they'd probably want to be friends with you, but you were also blaming yourself for being too shy to even approach any one of them. All this burden, but you never really got to see the reason to be all pressured about it and kept your mental health strong, although from time to time you'd feel like you have no purpose on living anymore, you also told yourself that there are still probably, even if it's just one person, waiting for you who would take care of you and keep you safe in their arms. That's what kept you staying strong 'til this day.

You couldn't help yourself, but to smile in pure joy that Hongjoong was here. It didn't matter if he was the person waiting for you, but he's here to protect you and you could never ask for more.

Soon, you both arrived to your destination, which was the... "Student Council room? What are we doing here?" You asked Hongjoong confused, before he brought a finger up to his lips and in a whisper answered you.

"Let's keep it between us, but I actually have a secret place here." Hongjoong giggles. "Here, I'll show you." He said, moving to unlock the door, not a single second letting go of your hand. As soon as the door were open, your mouth fell open in awe and amazement at how the place looked so luxurious, unlike all the other rooms in the school. Hongjoong pulled you both inside, making sure to lock the door, so no intruders alert. Hongjoong was able to notice your look of astonishment, your eyes scanning the whole place while he chuckled, placing a hand on top of your head as he sighed. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

You nod your head speechless, unable to form any coherent words that could describe the whole place. It was just magical, magnificent, everything you could dream of. It's like those ones you'd see on google images or comics or on one of your fantasy dreams.

Hongjoong ruffles your hair, messing it around ruining your perfectly styled hair. "Come on. I'm so excited to let you see this place." Hongjoong hops excitedly, leading you again to who knows where while Hongjoong couldn't stop talking about it. "Just so you know, I usually do all my projects and works here in school since working at home makes me lose all my motivation, so I do it all inside here." Hongjoong said, continuing the walk to where the both of you are headed. "And when it's already too late for me to get home..." Hongjoong trails off his words for a while, before he pushed a door open to reveal what was inside. "Ta-daa!!" Hongjoong chuckles right after, letting go of your hand to your dismay. "Go on, take a look inside. Also, I don't have a very artsy hands, so just bear with what I can do."

A whispered 'wow' slipped past your lips, you stepping inside finding the whole place aesthetically beautiful and dreamy. "Hongjoong-sunbae, oh my gosh. Did you do this all by yourself?" You smiled, running your hands through the bookshelves that was stacked with books of all genres. "It's so pretty!" You squealed.

"Yeah?" Hongjoong smirked, pocketing his hands.

The place had a do-it-yourself tent enough for three people, according to your estimation, that was obviously made by Hongjoong on one corner of the room, fairy lights adorning the roof and inside of the tent to serve as a night light. Some festive banners were put overhead, pillows and comfy futons were on the floor placed under the tent while a lamp was placed a distance away from the tent, but for safety purposes it wasn't lit. To your right, you saw a box that held all the other extra futons, sleeping bags, and pillows that the senior brought that got you thinking how much money this person had to be able to afford all this. There was also a food tray and a small white table with mats that was in place of chairs since you had to sit on the floor when you need to use the table since it was a little small in height. There were also sofas and cushioned chairs beside the self-made tent, completing the whole interior of the room. "Sunbae, this place is so awesome!"

Hongjoong blushed at the compliment, scratching his nape before adding something. "For dinner and breakfast, I cook with a portable stove that I stored in my office."

"Why would you keep this place all to yourself?" You asked, unconsciously still gawking at the whole place as though it was a person you fell in love with.

"Well, you know. Let's put it as something I'm being selfish with." He lets out a small chuckle that made you turn towards him.

"But, you showed it to me?" Your confusion was clear and so Hongjoong was quick to change his statement to make more sense.

"I mean, I did. Yes, I was selfish about it, but you're an exception. I don't want you going back to an abusive home." Hongjoong said, glaring at no one in particular, but at the thought of your parents' faces just laughing at you for your mistakes.

Your face softened and jogged towards Hongjoong to engulf him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Hongjoong-sunbae."

As time went by, days turned into weeks, then turned to months, you and Hongjoong got more closer and comfortable towards each other. You had never thought actually that you'd be friends with him, considering... that one night, but besides that you're glad that Hongjoong became your friend.

Also, your friends were so happy to find out that you were finally making friends although it's just one person, but it was better than having just them all the time, since you knew they also had other circle of friends that you wholeheartedly respected, also understanding that sometimes you can be alone by yourself, but that was alright. It was not like they didn't want you, in fact they always make time for you or more like their whole time is almost being spent with you, since they liked being with you. They liked how you always made them feel happy and laugh even with the lamest joke you could ever make, they loved how you always made them smile when they were feeling down, and you knew how to appreciate their works and they'd do the same to you. All in all, they were glad that, little by little, you were coming out of your shell.

And to add up to the story, Hongjoong talked about how this one friend he made in instagram with the username 'U/n' and would rant about it saying that he no longer talked to him. The second happiness, besides you, he had ever got. So, that night when Hongjoong had left the school, yeah, pretty much leaving you, but at least he came back, you saw that the male was online and decided to check on him since he was feeling a little down that 'U/n' wasn't talking to him anymore. The following day, Hongjoong became the happiest man in the world and since, at least, he no longer has to be sad about not being able to talk with U/n because he knew that 'U/n' was a college student and so his chats would probably be inconsistent. You would just smile at this and tease him for it.

Now, back to the present.

"Hongjoong-hyung!" You called out to the male, whose attention was now onto you helping you with your books when he saw you struggling with it. You mumbled out a small thanks to him, while he replied with a smile and a 'you're welcome' walking you out the door and accompanying you to your room.

As you both walked to your room, a groan left your lips, catching the sight of your parents standing right outside your room trying to look for you. "Oh, fuck. Not again. Haven't I already made it clear that I don't want to go back anymore?" The exhaustion and pure frustration was seen by Hongjoong as he immediately thought, he needs to take matters into his own hands.

As your closest friend and the student council president, he must do something to help you. Walking ahead of you, your head followed him, your parents catching sight of you who sighed in relief and went to get to you, but was blocked by Hongjoong who was smiling in front of them. "Excuse me, ma'am, sir? But, may I ask your state of purpose for entering the school grounds?" Politely and professionally, Hongjoong asked the two adults who was now glaring at him for not letting them get through.

"We just want to talk to our son." Your father knitted his brows down at Hongjoong who seemed unfazed about it.

Hongjoong clicks his tongue and shook his head. "I'm afraid that your request will have to be delayed for the meantime since classes are about to start." He answered, which got onto the nerves of your father who was trying to show his dominance toward the slightly taller male, still smiling through it all.

"Listen, kid. We'll make this quick and—"

Hongjoong laughs lightly, head hanging low before he looked back up at the adult male with a toothy grin. "Sir, please I request for the both of you to already leave the school premises this instant while I'm still asking nice. We don't want you getting forced out of the school again, right? I respect how you highly want to have such high reputation, so I'm giving you this last chance." Although, his words sounded threatening his voice remained calm and polite that it was hard to tell if he was angry or just calm. He sounded like the former.

Students who was outside of their classroom witnessed the whole scene take place, as they started to whisper within themselves and gasped when they heard your father let out a low angered growl, like he was some type of beast, before speaking. "Don't you dare be using my actions against me."

"And now that it's happened to you, now you say that you don't want it? What. A. Hypocrite." You sassed, walking to the side of Hongjoong, both your mother and father still surprised to see that you were speaking up to them. "I'm getting to class now and will you, guys stop coming back just to cause a scene? You're getting really irritating." You scoffed and started to make your way to your classroom, when all of a sudden, a strong grip was on your forearm forcing you to turn around only to have the side of your face get hit by your father's palm. The strong impact had your face tilting to the side, the taste of something metallic hitting your tongue, while you tried to calm yourself down and not cause a ruckus.

A hand of yours reached up to touch your wounded lips, smirking and chuckling darkly all the while staring at the two couples who looked so agitated with you more than ever. But, right now, you could only care less with the state your parents were in. In the first place, it was their fault to treat you like a rug every single fucking day, stepping on you like you had no heart. They should be blaming themselves.

So, without saying anymore snarky remarks, you turned your back against them and made your way to your classroom. They say, the best way to kill an enemy is with silence. Or was it kindness? Anyways, if it was, why the hell would you be kind to them? No way. Even the devil sounds a lot more kind.

Your parents yelled and called out for you, but you never tried to look back, only did you when you noticed that Hongjoong wasn't beside you. "Hongjoong-hyung, don't even bother with them anymore. At this point, I'm pretty sure they're just clowns trying to impress the people." You said.

Hongjoong bowed at the two, then made his way beside you and walked you to your room with a smile. When you got inside your room, you saw that the hall was already empty of your parents, which made you sigh in relief that they finally left without having to force them out the gates. "You alright, M/n?" Hongjoong asked you while placing your books inside your table.

You nod your head with a pursed lip smile, looking up at him. "Actually, better than ever. I didn't know I could say things like that to them." You chuckled, Hongjoong tousled your hair making it look untidy, but you just giggled.

"Well done." He grinned, his eyes turning a crescent shape with the corners of his lips reaching up to the sky.

And that became your daily life with Hongjoong. You were no longer afraid to be you, with him around you could just be really who you want to be without feeling anxious about eyes staring at you or spying on you. You were finally free. The dream you had always wanted to come true. It felt so nice, you thought.

Sometimes, at night, you'd be left by yoursef at the new 'house' Hongjoong gave you, but you didn't mind. You were fine being alone, since you get to have peace and quiet. There are also time where Hongjoong would stay with you, when he's having an issue with his own parents. It was nothing to major, just really about the game they played last night and just couldn't accept defeat. At that, you would always laugh and wished that you had a family like Hongjoong. It sounds really fun.

Before he leaves, Hongjoong would sometimes be the one to cook you your dinner, especially when he's in a very good mood. Like that one day he was very happy that 'U/n' finally texted him, again, he cooked you pork cutlets for dinner, bought you dessert after you finished dinner or that one time when he aced a test, was he so happy that he bought a bucket of chicken and kimbap.

Just so you know, Hongjoong earned the permission for you or him or both of you to stay in school, considering that your home was nothing, but hell itself. They had convinced you to find a new house or at least to give you a new house, but you stayed with what you have now, which was the room Hongjoong gave to you. It was enough and you could never ask for anything more.

You never thought your day of happiness would be found, once again. It felt so surreal, like a dream, maybe as if, one day you'd be awake and everything that happened was all in your head, but if this was really just a dream, you don't ever wanna wake up ever again. You just wanna stay in this world, live in this world, and be happy in this world.

One faithful day, you got invited to a birthday party by one of your friends, Yumin, that was being held at her house on exactly 10 p.m and all your other friends were going, including Chris and his group, who are now best known around the school as, Stray Kids. They were all music majors and boy, were they a talk around the whole department, or the whole school rather. You were just so excited to attend your very first party in your life. You just felt butterflies in your stomach.

"Hongjoong-hyung, are you gonna stay tonight?" You asked Hongjoong while you changed into some clothes Hongjoong had lent you, since you are afraid that if you were to get your clothes back at home and get caught, that would probably the last time you'd see daylight. Fortunately, his parents, were kind enough to have given you some of Hongjoong's clothes that didn't fit him anymore, since your stature was a lot shorter in height compared to Hongjoong who had grown out of his clothes throughout the years.

Hongjoong was fixing his desk and cleaning the mess he made on his office table, nodding his head in reply. "Yeah. I want to stay with mah baby M/n." Hongjoong said, puckering up his lips as though kissing you which made you roll your eyes.

"Being a flirt isn't your color, hyung. So you might as well stop trying." You mocked him, making the older male pout with a huff. You turned back around and smiled before getting all the things that you needed, like your phone and money. "So, how do I look? It's a bit too big, but I like it. So comfy." You said the last sentence while hugging yourself, the feeling of the texture on your skin so smooth and soft.

You were wearing a plain white turtle neck as your base and over it was a black plaided long sleeves polo that was perfectly matched with your black ripped jeans exposing your knees just a bit, a black shoelaced shoes that complements the whole attire and a round specs that you didn't want to use, but Hongjoong insisted that you were cute on them, so you just had to wear it if you looked cute. To top off the look, you were wearing a plain black barret that now completes the look making yourself feel good.

Hongjoong scanned you from head to toe, pinching his chin as he did so. "You know, not so bad for a first time. Your beauty really stands out when you clothe yourself better. I mean not that I'm saying anything bad with the way you pick your clothes, I'm just saying that... uh... you know. Nevermind." Hongjoong sighed.

You chuckled getting the idea before opening the door to the room and bid farewell to the older male who waved his hand at you, the latter doing the same.

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At 1 o'clock in the morning, Hongjoong was awakened to the sound of his phone vibrating and ringing endlessly, making him groan and tiredly took his phone from beside him and sat up properly to see who was calling him. He checked to see who was the caller and sighed when saw that it was you. He knew what this would be all about, already.

He accepted to pick up the call, placing his phone to his ears. "M/n, are you coming home already?" In a gruff, raspy voice he said, through it all smiling and rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes with his hand.

"Oh no, M/n's been kidnapped. He needs saving. AAAH!!" Your voice spoke through the other line, sounding already so drunk and wasted that got him wondering how much did you drink already.

Hongjoong laughed, his head being tilted back before he laid back down on his futon and covered himself with a duvet. "Really? Then, why is it his voice that I'm hearing?"

He heard a defeated laugh from the other line, making Hongjoong chuckle. "Hehehe, you caught me, hyungie—" A belching noise can be heard, telling Hongjoong that you were vomitting that caused him to sit back up in concern.

"M/n, you okay?" Hongjoong asked, concerned.

He heard you hum and said: "Come pick me up, hyungie. Dangerous many... many people with people drunk."

And that's what just Hongjoong did. He changed into some varsity shorts and a T-shirt before he got out of the school and waited for a taxi to come by. Luckily, there are still taxi drivers working during this time of day, since night shifts are inevitable and some people don't have a vehicle they own to drive themselves home. After a minute of waiting, finally a taxi was passing by the place and Hongjoong immediately waved it over, grateful that the taxi wasn't occupied. When the car pulled over the street, Hongjoong quickly got in and told the driver the location you sent him.

Upon his arrival at the place, Hongjoong asked the driver politely if he could just wait for them since he was afraid that there'd be no more taxis passing by later on. The driver was kind enough to have waited for them, parking his vehicle somewhere near the address. Hongjoong thanked the taxi driver and got out to find you, but the place was huge and he thought how could he ever find you. But, it seemed like the gods heard his prayer and didn't give him a single burden the moment he saw you sitting on a bench while singing to yourself and swaying your dangling legs back and forth.

Hongjoong sighed in relief jogging up to you while grabbing your attention by calling out your name. "M/n!" He called.

You turned your head to the direction of the voice and immediately you smiled. "Hyungie~" You cooed and stood up, walking up to him in a zig-zag pattern, you hugged him and chuckled. "You smell nice, hyungie. Smells like... bed." You lazily laughed, eyes half-open while you rested your head on his chest. When you realized that you were really drunk, you pulled yourself away and almost fell down if it wasn't for Hongjoong acting quickly to help you. "I'm a vomit bomb, hyung. Be careful." You said, before Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

"It's alright. I don't mind you dirtying my shirt." Hongjoong said, before he turned around and knelt down on one knee while he motioned for you to get on his back. "C'mon. Hop on." He told you and you did so hesitantly. Hongjoong's hands found it's way to the pit of your knees and held you firmly in place on his back. You wrapped your arms around the older's neck to be more secured.

He walked the both of you to the taxi car and carefully lets you down to your feet as he let you first get on the car. Hongjoong follows right after taking a seat beside you and told the taxi driver where you two were to get off. The driver nods his head and moves away from his parking spot, then driving back to the school where Hongjoong was picked up. All the while, you were slurring through your words and were making up nonsense that made both Hongjoong and the driver laugh at how ridiculous you just sound right now.

Hongjoong had never, ever in his life, aside from being with his family, did he ever feel so happy just because of a person. It was all new to him and he didn't expect he'd even be close friends with you, but now all he could say is he was thankful to have you as a friend as well. He cherished every single time and day spent with you, it was all very precious to him. You were precious to him.

Usually, Hongjoong would only find happiness in material things like clothes, gadgets, technologies, cars, anything and he had never thought that even in a person, you can find the happiness you always sought for and it was the best thing to ever happen in his life. Nothing will ever change that.

When you both were finally dropped to your destination, Hongjoong thanked the driver that he gave him a discount and paid rather lower than the original price and all because he had a good laugh due to his friend's funny jokes. He had never had a good laugh in such a long time. The vehicle soon drove off to his next route, while Hongjoong smiled as it went.

You were placed on the back of Hongjoong still fully wide awake making weird noises that sounded like you were a spaceship or some sort. Hongjoong just shook his head and led you both back to the student council room, while you still went on with your silly noises. Through the hallway, your voice echoed, Hongjoong giving in and following your lead by making noises come out of his mouth along with you. You'd laugh and chuckle at each other, before the two of you were finally back at your room near the student council lounge.

He placed you back down gently with ease, then guided you to the sink that was on the far-off corner of the room. "Let's brush your teeth, yeah?" Hongjoong asked you and you nodded your head silently at him with a smile.

Hongjoong walked you to the sink holding your hand, so you don't either trip or fall from how drunk you were. Throughout this whole time, you were just laughing and making fun of yourself saying 'Wow, the world is spinning. I think I'm a ballerina' or of something of the sort.

You got to the sink, finally, and Hongjoong helped you brush your teeth by holding your toothbrush for you and brushed your teeth while you just showed him your teeth and open your mouth so the inside get to be cleaned as well. After, Hongjoong had got you changed to something more comfortable for sleeping since you didn't want to take a shower because it was too cold for you and that you were gonna die if the cold water makes contact with your body.

But, as you were changing, a bit more sober, something slipped past your mouth. "...rant machine." Hongjoong smiled and looked at you with a hum to tell you that he didn't hear you and wants you to repeat what you said. You turned around, your shirt still not worn. "Hongjoong-hyung.. you said, 'Hello, my name is Hongjoong and I'm your personal rant machine'." Without thinking anything about it, the words spilled out of your mouth like they were poison, a face of total shock evident on the older's face while you approached him and sat down beside him to rest your head on his shoulders, a shocked expression with a hint of joy had appeared on his face while he looked down at you. "'I may not know who you are, but hoobae I am proud of you! Very, very proud'.." You continued to quote the things he told you, laughing lightly.

"You're... U/n? But, I.. what?" Hongjoong stammered trying to form words.

You chuckled and with your mind blank and without thinking much about it, you stood up and moved in front of Hongjoong, his eyes following your every movement, as you went ahead and mindlessly straddled the male's hips, the older swallowing the huge lump that formed in his throat instinctively placing his hands on your waist to avoid you from falling. Your legs were dangling down his thighs, resting your head on his shoulder while you wrapped your hands around his waist deciding to sleep that way.

"M-M/n, I think you need to get off." Hongjoong tried to pry you off due to some 'circumstances' he was trying to get rid of, but you just whined and continued to stay that way, Hongjoong's head already going hazy. He knew it wasn't your intention, but the way you'd move your hips to find a more comfortable position, it was like you were grinding your butt on his dick to get him hard.

You had already closed your eyes and was drifting off to sleep, when you felt something poke from underneath you. At first you didn't mind it thinking it was just his shorts getting rolled up or something, but when you heard an airy moan come out from the older's mouth, you were able to pull yourself up and looked at Hongjoong, who was blushing a deep red color his head straying away from you in embarrassment, avoiding your eyes. "I-I told you to get off... This is your fault." Hongjoong said, turning to face you with a glare, faces a good distance away from each other.

You didn't know what fucking urged you or what in the hell possessed your body to gain so much confidence that you leaned your face closer to his, Hongjoong pulling his head back to try and get the distance back, but to no avail, since you got only closer and closer. "Should I take responsibility then, hyungie? It was my fault that you got hard after all." You seduced the male, tracing your finger from his lips down to his collarbone that got the older feeling a spark run through his nerves. "Your choice, hyungie."

Hongjoong blinked his eyes several times trying to process what you had just said. He had never thought that you were capable of saying such words, but taking into consideration the way you talked to him on instagram, it had lessened his shock a bit, but still this was happening in front of him and with a friend he had always dreamed about at night. He didn't know this would happen so soon. "I... uhm.."

You groaned in annoyance and rolled your eyes. "You're taking too long to answer, hyung." You, then smirked and started to get off of him placing yourself between his legs and slid down to your knees causing Hongjoong to let out a choked gasp. "But, seeing the way you reacted, I think I already got my answer."

Hongjoong moved a hand up to his mouth to reduce the volume of the noises coming out of him. Your hands teasingly found its way to the waistband of his shorts, looking up at him with the smirk still on your face before you pulled them down, earning a moan from Hongjoong a hand taking ahold of your hair, taking a fistful of your H/c strands. "Stop teasing, M/n." Breathelessly, Hongjoong said trying to suppress any noise he was making.

It didn't take you a second and was quick to comply, hastily pulling his boxers down, his cock, finally free from its restraints, sprung into action hitting your face in the process. Hongjoong moaned at the cold air making contact with his now exposed cock, as he bucked his hips to find some kind of pleasure. "Hohohoh, hyungie. Why would you hide something so big, tucked away in your pants?" You gawked at the sight of his girthy 13-inches cock in front of you. Damn, only it alone made your own cock harden. "It looks better up close than on the picture, hyung."

Hongjoong gulped, taking in the scene in front of him. You, kneeling down in front of him like he was some type of god. "M-M/n..."

"Say what you want, Hongjoong." You said, your hand gripping the base of his cock before you started to pump his huge cock at an agonizing pace, yet still made the male moan out in pleasure, head pushed back at the unusual sensation he received from you. "Do you want to fuck my mouth, hyungie? Hmm?"

"B-but, I'll hurt you?" Hongjoong asked, still concerned about you. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. I promise. Just do whatever you want, hyung." You told Hongjoong whose face finally calmed down, but with that reassurance Hongjoong's demeanor soon changed. An aura different from the Hongjoong you knew. An aura that screamed dominant and 'follow my orders or you die' type as he pulled on your hair making you wince in pain, and looked down at you as though he was a predator and you were his prey.

He stood up, one side of his lips turned upwards, his eyes no longer holding those cute and bubbly ones you always saw, rather they were replaced with something that held passion and pure desire to have you already, mark you his to tell everyone who you belong to. "So, you are that type of person, huh, M/n? What. a bitch." He scoffs in disbelief and cocked his head towards your direction, his tight grip on your hair pulled your head back. "Open your mouth, slut." When you reluctantly parted your lips, Hongjoong tightened his hold on your hair getting pretty agitated. "I said, open them!"

You don't know why, but this side of Hongjoong turned you on so badly. If this was the price of being a bratty kid, then you'd want to do it every day.

You opened your mouth according to his demand and almost instantly, he plunged his dick into your mouth sighing in pleasure. "Fuucckk~ So warm." Hongjoong moaned, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth to give you the chance to adjust to his size. "You doing good down there?" Hongjoong teased you with that same smirk plastered on his face.

In reply you nod your head, Hongjoong still on his gentle pace so he doesn't destroy you even just before the fun begun. Hongjoong looked down at you, loving the way your lips curled around his girth, your plump lips red and a little swollen. The sight itself was climax inducing, but he knew better than to spoil the fun. He wants this to last a little longer.

Soon, he was fastening his pace to a medium speed sighing and huffing all the while, head pushed back and snapping his hips forward inside your wet cavern that was giving him great satisfaction. "Damn, your mouth feel so good around my cock, M/n. I think we should do this often." Hongjoong suggested as though this whole thing was just nothing to him, giving you less attention, except the fact that all he wanted was to feel pleasure from you.

His cock wasn't still even halfway inside your mouth and you could already feel it hitting the back of your throat that just got you screaming 'are you kidding' in your head. You're to blame, though. You won't probably get the highest chance of getting choked to death by a dick if you weren't so fucking horny.

Gagging, your tears started to swell in your eyes, your E/c orbs looking up at Hongjoong only to see that he was already peering down at you with so much lust written all over his eyes. "Your eyes are so pretty, M/n. Has anyone ever told you that?" Hongjoong complimented you, his free hand caressing your cheeks to which you leaned into. "But, right now, I want to see them full of tears." Hongjoong smirked, before he pushed all of his length down your throat, your nose hitting his newly shaved pelvis taking in the manly scent of his. His length got you choking and panicking, prompted to push yourself away quickly while the senior gave a loud howl of satisfaction and a dark chuckle accompanying it a second after.

Unfortunately, Hongjoong was too strong that you couldn't break away from his hold forcing you to take all of him in your mouth as tears filled your eyes to the brim and grew wide in shock from the unexpected intrusion. Hongjoong didn't like how you were trying to get away from him, when you were the one who clearly started all of this. "Breathe through your nose, babe and relax. This will only hurt like an ant bite." Hongjoong chuckles that was suggesting something else, but you can't seem to put your finger on it.

You were finally able to breathe when Hongjoong pulled away up to his tip, but only to get another shock when Hongjoong started to thrust into your mouth again. Your mouth covering the whole perimeter of his dick that drove Hongjoong over the edge, fastening his pace, not giving you a single second to adjust. "Shit, fuck! So fucking good!"

While Hongjoong had his way with you, you just knelt there, taking in every thrust he sent your way, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while you held onto his thighs for dear life, your mouth continually being abused with so much force. "Hmmph! Hnggh!" Choked moans and gasps were being let out from you, the vibrations sending sensations down the male's cock that got him groaning in pure bliss.

"Damn it, babe. Use your tongue." Hongjoong demanded of you, his erratic thrusts never losing its speed and continued to increase by each passing minute.

You complied putting the wet muscle into use, slurping and swirling your tongue around the male's cock amateurly giving Hongjoong the idea that you were inexperienced and was clearly a virgin. Although, it sent Hongjoong into a euphoric state, groaning every now and then while he picked up his pace moving at an impossible human speed. "Woaah, shit, babe! Feels so good!"

Hongjoong had both his hands holding on to your head, leaving you no chance to escape or to move away, as he continued to push his dick in and out of your mouth at a such an animalistic pace that drool fell from your lips and tears fell down your face endlessly, but every single second of it, you loved it. You loved how fucking rough Hongjoong was with your mouth. If he can be this harsh with just your mouth, how much more if it were your ass? Just thinking about it made you climax on your pants, the dim light helping Hongjoong to notice the small patch on your sweats that was a little darker than the rest of the fabric. "Cumming untouched?" Hongjoong, without ceasing his movements, scoffed in disbelief at you. "That just proves to me how much of a slut you are, M/n. My fucking slut, you got that?"

His question wasn't answered by you and he understood why, considering how he treated your head as though it was some type of sex toy for him to play and pleasure himself with, skull fucking you like there was no tomorrow. But, you didn't mind anyways. You loved getting hurt.

Hongjoong still went on with his beastly speed, his climax still nowhere near and yet you're second climax was already arriving, your cock twitching from being left, untouched. Tiredly, your hand made its way to grip on your cock when Hongjoong's foot pushed it away, using this to caress your boner through your pants making you groan. "Daaammn! Look at you go, M/n. Taking me like a champ. What a good boy you are."

Lewd noises coming from Hongjoong bounced through the thick walls of the room. Hongjoong moved himself closer to you, positioning himself so that your face was being held down below his crotch your head falling back to meet his cock, his balls resting on your chin while you felt his dick digging deeper down your throat. "Oh, fuck!! Hooo! Who knew man's mouth would feel better than girl's? I could do this all day and I won't even grow tired of it." Hongjoong stated with a deep chuckle that got you nearly cumming.

You held onto his foot, tapping on it suggesting that he move it. "Are you near, M/n?" You still couldn't reply and Hongjoong loved it. He did as you told him, his feet stroking your clothed member, you moaning in bliss at the attention your dick needed.

Soon, Hongjoong was letting out chains of groans gesturing that his climax was drawing near and realizing that he had no motives to pull away from your mouth, you knew exactly that he wanted you take his seeds inside your mouth. "Shit, I'm cumming, babe! Fucking take it all." Hongjoong said one last time and sent your mouth one more powerful thrust, burying his cock deep in your mouth, stilling as his cock pumped itself empty down your throat while you came again untouched from inside your pants. A loud guttural moan left Hongjoong's lips, convulsing inside your mouth before thrusting a few more times to ride out his high.

After, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of your mouth panting heavily, while you on the other hand had your eyes getting filled with tears of pure pleasure while you smiled lewdly up at the male. "You taste so delicious, hyungie. Can I have a taste again?"

Hongjoong hangs his head low, shaking his head with a low chuckle. "Soon, babe. There's still one more hole I need to test out."

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Now that you are completely bare, free from any kind of covers on your body, a faint feeling of regret suddenly overwhelmed you when Hongjoong sat you down on his lap while he soothingly caressed your smooth S/c thighs, receiving a small hum from you while your face contorted in fear when you saw that his dick was standing, yet again, in all its glory. "H-Hyungie. I don't think that thing would fit inside me." You subtly pointed at it with your finger and gulped at the sight of it throbbing and twitching on air.

Hongjoong chuckles, burying his nose on your neck taking in the natural scent you gave off with a smirk forming on his face. A moan left your lips upon the feeling of Hongjoong's lips placing wet kisses down your neck, you holding onto his shoulders while he held onto your waist so you don't fall off. "Your mouth took me in just fine, I bet your ass can do the same."

"But, that's—ah... that's a different story, hyung." You complained, doubting whether you'd let him do you or not. You knew deep inside you that you want this. You want his thick fat cock inside of you and make you lose your mind with every thrust, but you have never inserted anything inside you and considering that your first would be this monstrous creature, you thought it would be something hard to take.

Hongjoong gives you a reassuring kiss on the cheek before he snakes one hand down to your bubble butt, cupping it firmly in his hand that got you yelping in both surprise and pleasure. "I'll make sure to make it fit, then." He looked up at you with his head on your shoulder, then started nipping at your jaw, down to your collarbone, sucking on a certain area that earned him a pitched moan from you.

You couldn't see it, but you could feel his lips curl up into a smirk while he continued to suck and lick on the same area, a feeling of ecstasy hard for you to hold in as you both witnessed your third climax that day. Hongjoong could only chuckle at you, while you whined and pouted panting on his shoulders. "Are you that sensitive, M/n?" He scoffed at you. "Didn't think you'd be with all that confidence."

"D-Don't tease me. This is my first time after all." You admitted, which boosted the male's ego and pride at the thought that he'd be the one to take your innocence away and corrupt you with all these lustful deeds.

"Your first time, huh?" Hongjoong caressed the soft supple skin of your butt, a shiver running down your spine whenever his fingers would accidentally brush over your untouched hole. "I'm glad." Hongjoong pulls his hand, putting it on your lips to tap your lips open. "Open, babe. I forgot my lube back at home." You nod your head in reply, opening your mouth as Hongjoong inserted three fingers inside your mouth all the while you sucked and twirled your tongue around each finger your hand soon finding its way to hold onto Hongjoong's wrist, taking full control with its movements hungrily lapping on his finger as though it was the last meal you'll ever get.

Your eyes glanced over Hongjoong who looked to be having fun of the sight in front of him, a smile making its way up to his face feeling amused by you. "You look so desperate right now, M/n." Hongjoong mocked you, him taking control over his hand again as he soon played with your tongue flicking and pressing them down occasionally that made you whine in pleasure, your hands still gripping on his wrist before you dropped them back down his shoulders. "Fuck, M/n. You sure are making a face that a whore would do. Are you a fucking whore, M/n?" A muffled 'no' came out from you, Hongjoong nods his head, understanding. "You'll be changing your mind once were done."

Hongjoong pulled his finger away from you, finally before he brought them back down your ass, poking at your entrance to tease you. You whined, blushing badly while you tried to resist the urge to just fuck yourself on his fingers. "Hyung, please..." Hongjoong chuckled darkly, before he inserted one finger inside your hole a spark of electricity hitting your whole systems.

"Fuck.. ah~" You moaned in pleasure while Hongjoong's finger started to pump itself up and down your rim under Hongjoong's control, already feeling the tightness of your red velvety walls.

"You're so goddamn tight, M/n." Hongjoong groaned, thrusting his fingers into you at a pace you could take. You let out airy moans and tried to relax yourself, head rested on top of Hongjoong's shoulder while the latter attempted to calm you down by placing kisses down your shoulder then down your forearm that was quick to help you, immediately forgetting about the faint pain in your ass. "You doing fine, M/n? I can stop if you're hurting—"

"No!" You replied rather too eager, your face instantly turning into a pinkish-red color. "I mean, we've already made it this far, might as well just—AH!" You moaned out when Hongjoong had hit that sweet bundle of nerves your whole body now being overtaken by pleasure.

"Found it." Hongjoong smirked, increasing the speed of his finger.

You moaned in a continuous pattern, Hongjoong playing on that same spot with his finger before you pulled your head away from Hongjoong who had stopped his movements on instinct. The loss causing you to pout, looking at Hongjoong with hooded eyes. "Why'd you stop, hyung? I was already feeling good." That was what you only said, so you questioned the world why?

You questioned the world why in the hell did that cause you to be bent over by Hongjoong on the sofa while you tried to stop him and convinced him that you needs preparation and that he wouldn't fit, your words falling on deaf ears as Hongjoong spits on his hand and spreads it on his cock, jerking himself off. "Get ready, babe. Shit, you should have never said that. That got me to my fucking limit, M/n." Hongjoong said, your head being pushed down the sofa while he pinned your arms with one hand behind you, your ass lifted up to face him, the older having a perfect view of your tight hole. "Fuuuck~ Can't wait to abuse this part of you, babe. How about you?"

"Hyu-Hyung, wait just a minute. Think about it for a moment please—"

"Stay true to your words, M/n. I don't like people who lies." Hongjoong gritted his teeth, lining up his cock to your hole causing you to grow into a state of panic.

"Wait, hyung. Please—"

"I'm going in." Hongjoong cuts you off your sentence and inserts his thick rod into you, barely making anything in, but the tip only. "So.. fucking... tight." Hongjoong groans through his teeth, still pushing in while you were evidently biting on your lips to try and ease the pain you were feeling, your feet thrashing and curling up at the immense pain you were in. You could have simple gotten away, but Hongjoong had your legs pinned down the sofa. "Hooh.. fuck."

When will the pleasure they say would always come arrive? You asked yourself as Hongjoong still continued to sink his deeper inside of you, tears already falling down your face. "A-are you in, yet, hyung?" You asked the male, trying to resist from sobbing, Hongjoong groaning.

"Just the tip, babe."

WHAT THE FUCK? WHY DO I FEEL FULL ALREADY? You thought to yourself when you felt your hole get stretched to an extent that got you finally sobbing in pain, Hongjoong noticing it immediately pulling out and took you into his arms sitting you back down his lap.

"Fuck, M/n. I am so sorry." Hongjoong slaps his forehead with his palm and furrows his brows at you. "I'm so selfish." Hongjoong pulls you closer to his built chest practically hugging you while you sobbed and poured your tears out on his chest, your senior shushing you by whispering calming word into your ears, regretting ever trying to force himself into you when he could clearly see that you were in pain. "I'm so sorry, M/n. Can you forgive, hyung?"

Sniffing, you nod your head cutely, that got Hongjoong cooing at you. "Yes, just.. uhm.. we can do it next time." You told Hongjoong, the older out of you two respecting your decision and placed a kiss on your forehead making you giggle.

While you were engulfed in Hongjoong's arms, you eventually fell asleep Hongjoong sighing in relief that he got you to calm down after his selfish mistakes. "God, I'm so stupid." He talked to himself, which you'd get weirded out immediately if you were awake.

Hongjoong looked at the clock and saw that it was already 1:40 in the morning. He brushed his hair back, sighing all the while, his erection dying down now that all he could ever think of was the look of pain on your face. "Fuck.." The guilt was eating Hongjoong full and all he could do was let out another sigh before deciding that you both need to get changed.

He stood up, carrying you in his arms before he placed you down on the sofa gently, moving to the dresser to find some comfortable clothes for you and him to wear. Knowing that you liked wearing his shirts, he took one out from his side, grabbed an underwear and shorts before he got to you.

Good thing that you were a heavy sleeper so putting the clothes on you wasn't a hard job for Hongjoong to deal with. Once he was done putting clothes on both himself and you, he carries you back into his arms and lays you down on one of the futons placed under the tent he made by himself, placing you in a comfortable position, so you feel uneasy while you slept.

He stands back up and watched as the fairy lights that was still on, illuminated your beautiful face, awing when he saw you turn to the side while curling yourself into a ball telling Hongjoong that you were cold, so he pulled the sheets up to cover you, you immediately snuggling to the smooth texture of the duvet.

Hongjoong smiles, folding his arms over his chest. "Sweet dreams, M/n."

The following day, you were enthusiastic than usual taking Chris by surprise, since you'd talk to anyone even if they were just strangers. "What's up with you today, M/n? You seem too energetic."

"Not only 'seem', Chan. I AM feeling energized today." You giggled, clutching on the ends of the shirt you were wearing for the day. "'Cause as you can see. I am wearing my precious bf's t-shirt." You squealed in excitement, before gasping in happiness when you saw him. "Wooyoungie" You called out to the older male.

It has already been a month since that incident happened between you and Hongjoong and you were glad nothing much happened between the two of you. Withing that month, Hongjoong introduced you to his friends and boy were they so welcoming quickly taking you into their group and treated you like they have known your a very long time, especially Wooyoung who you shared the same brain cells with. Taking into consideration that you two thought the same and got well together, you two became the best of friends in just a span of a month.

And to think that you liked talking about their dick sizes shamelessly. Anyways.

Wooyoung would always invite you over to his house, play games, cook or bake goods for the group that they loved so much. Wooyoung was happy to know that you had a talent for cooking, since in the group he was the only one, besides Hongjoong, who does cooking. Wooyoung was most afraid of Mingi using the kitchen. One time, when he was the first one to get up during a sleep over, he attempted to cook dinner for the group, but ended up almost burning the house down.

Back to the present, you called to the senior who turned around dropping the things he was holding onto a table near him and opened his arms out while bending his knees a little like you were some toddler running up to him.

You were smiling while you ran to the male and into his arms you threw yourself, the stronger male wrapping his arms around you as he lifted you up the ground. "Li'l chick, how've you been?" Wooyoung asked you first, then putting you back down the floor with a wide smile on your face, Chris settling himself beside you. Wooyoung acknowledged his presence with a head bow, Chris doing the same.

"I'm doing fine, Wooyoung." You giggled. "Hongjoong-hyung? Is he with you—"

"Bubs!" Your boyfriend's voice was heard from behind you, your smile growing wider as you ran up to him and hugged him tightly in your arms. Now that you two are close, the height difference is very obvious. "How was your week break away?"

"Hongjoong-hyung. We were literally in the same room the whole week." You stated as a matter of factly, Hongjoong acting clueless.

"Did I know that?" He leans in to give your lips a peck making you jump in surprise. "Yes. Yes, I did."

A few weeks prior, Hongjoong was having trouble trying to realize his feelings for you. He didn't know whether he was into you just for your body or was he into you because he loved you. He was torn between the two, but your actions showed him what he truly felt for you. Not only did he love you, he wanted to treasure you. He wanted you to be his and only his. That was why two weeks into the month, he asked you if you wanted to be his boyfriend which you replied with a groan in relief and a 'yes'.

"Oh, you're wearing my shirt." Hongjoong smiled, fixing the fashion glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose.

You nod your head. "Yeah, it was comfy."

Hongjoong smiles placing a kiss on your forehead to which you giggled at. "I love you, M/n."

"I love you, too. My sunbae."

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A PERFECT MISUNDERSTANDING

PAIRING: Sim Jaeyun x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst, Fluff

HASHTAGS: #boyxboy #bottommalereader #teacher'spetxstudentleader

SUMMARY: Your supposedly enemy showed you a picture of your conversation with your friends and you had to make an excuse. Fast. But you would never have known that things will escalate quickly.

Your class beadle, Sim Jaeyun or preferrably Jake, as per what everyone calls him, has his phone up in front of your face with a screenshot of your chat messages with your supposed friends last night flashing on his phone's screen. You are so definitely letting them pay for selling you out. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" His Australian accent rings throughout the walls of the classroom.

Right. You forgot you are talking to him. The ways how you wanted to murder your friends made you all caught up in your head.

You look at him with a faux smile, laughing gently. "You must have gotten the wrong person," you start while you continue to sweep the floor in hopes that it will distract Jake from whatever he is trying to get out of this. "I would never talk that way about you," you added, but Jake is not convinced. He knows about all of the things you tell everyone behind his back. The lies you spread, the stories you make—well, he knows about all of them.

He raises a brow, adjusting the glasses he has propped up by the bridge of his nose. He retracts his hand and zoomed in on a specific message that will definition put you into a hot seat. "I hope you're not lying, Mr. L/N, because if I'm not mistaken, this is you on the profile picture and your friends are certainly referring to the person as 'Y/N'," Jake said and your actions comes to an instant halt.

You look back towards him, before dropping the broom and the dust pan to the floor as you immediately make your way back to Jake, grabbing his phone. You read all the messages and sure enough you do see another screenshot of your friends calling your name multiple times in chat. "This little imbeciles..." you muttered, more to yourself than to Jake, but he still heard it.

Jake folds his arms in front of his chest, looking straight at you as though it would suck the right answer out of you. Lucky for him, it is working, because you are running out of any excuses to throw at him.

Why can't you just tell him the truth, you might ask? Well, you are a student leader, the class president at that and one of the top lister in the cream of the crop. It would definitely hurt your ego if you tell him his accusations towards you is correct, he still is, but you just can't admit that.

A student leader should be a great example, upholding the reverency of a good role model to lead and guide your people to manifest their full potential in their skills and abilities, not talk behind their back because you dislike them. That's certainly unlawful.

But, in this case, you have denied that law you purposely put upon yourself and risk the consequence of tarnishing your image for such a petty behavior.

In context, you have always been jealous of Jake and his relationship towards each of your teachers. It seems that he makes it look so easy to establish a unique student to teacher relationship. He is easily approachable and has natural leadership skills, especially when having to work with a team or group. It's almost as though he's an automated switch that whichever group he lands on he instantly becomes the leader.

Teachers, professors, higher-ups, students—they all look up to Jake and expect of his good nature and the way he is people-oriented and loves to let students feel their are welcome.

Everyone who know Jake likes that about him. His personality is surely the cherry on top of his good-looking face. It makes him the perfect role student that everyone must follow. He even got quite the attention from other schools. He's almost like a celebrity.

And you? You dislike that. You despise that. You should be the one seen as a good leader. YOU are the class president of your section after all and he's just a stupid, good for nothing, useless teachers pet and if you admit the truth, that would be disastrous.

After thinking, you reduced your choice to two and it's either you admit he's right about his assumptions and tell him the truth why you did that or still lie about it and protect your image as the perfect leader. In the end, after thoroughly thinking, the latter would be the best possible choice to save yourself from embarrassment.

You let out a sigh, your shoulders slumped before handing Jake his phone back, all the while pretending to be dejected, like you have been betrayed. You keep your head down to try and provoke the impression of looking really pitiful.

Jake knits his brows at your sudden behavioral change. 'Is he on period? Or something?' he thought to himself.

"Alright, fine, I'll tell you everything you need to know," you told him, raising your head softly to look at his beady eyes that look like marbles with the way they shine. "But, I just have to let you know that this is all just a misunderstanding, because... I... because.." you start to beat around the bush to make your plan look more convincing and it seems to be working because Jake is anticipating your response.

"Because what? Spit it out, L/N. I don't have all day," he spits out with impatience lingering in his voice. He notice your movements become more restricted, counted as though you are being watched.

You gulp down a huge lump forming in your throat—still an act—then, you look up at him and told him, "Because I like you, Jaeyun. I did for a long time now," you said, but Jake remained still, expressionless. This isn't the answer he is looking for. "I'm mad because you give your attention to everyone else, but me. So, I kept on making ways on how to get your attention, so I—"

"If you like me so much, why don't you suck me?"

Upon that, you can practically hear glass shatter in your ears as though the very fabric of reality got broken into tiny little shards. "E-Excuse me?" you let out in pure disbelief, an off-putting, forced smile eteched onto your face.

You see Jake smirk at you, now suddenly so timid under his gaze. "You said you like me? You want my attention? Suck my cock," he repeats with a much stronger tone, his smirk turning into a wicked smile, taking the situation into his own advantage. Does he do this to everyone else who has a crush on him?

Your eyes locked into his hazel brown orbs, before you awkwardly laughed while patting his shoulder, your movements almost like it's stuttering. "Very funny, Jaeyun. Haha. We still have to finish cleaning," you said, still feeling off about Jake. "I said, I like you, not I want to fuck you."

Jake's brows knit harder if it is still even possible, still looking deeply into your soul through your eyes. It feels like you have ran straight into his trap with the way his eyes stuck to you because the moment you looked away, not even a second after, Jake locks you into place with his arms.

Your eyes move up to see Jake whose eyes are literal in feral, similar to how a predator would intimidate his prey before it devours it. Jake's attention never left you, now stuck in between him and table desk. He looks really angry. Why is he making such a big deal out of this? Is it something you said? Besides, he's being irrational right now, so you don't understand why he has to act this way towards you and it makes you dislike any of these even more.

"Look, Jaeyun. Please, I don't have time for this," you told him, putting a hand on his chest out of pure instinct to suggest that Jake should keep a good distance from you, but Jake isn't planning to back down, not even a tad bit when he moves a little closer to you. You have to think of something and quick. You can't blow your cover right now. So, you take in a deep breathe, preparing yourself with what you are about to say next. "Being all sexually involved with you will not measure how much I like you." your words slid past your mouth smoothly like water. Almost too natural. Too real.

Jake looks at you before he mutters something under his breathe and moves away from you, his back now turned against you as he plants his hand on his mouth. You look at him very confused, but at least the problem has been averted, but the way he's acting like he's holding something back makes your brows meet at the center of your forehead.

He's clearly trying to say something. It's like he's keeping a lion in tame while trapped behind a cage. "Hey, Jaeyun... you alright?" You asked him feeling a little bit concern for the foot taller male. "You can, uh, just pretend that I ever said anything," you tell him while feigning a sad expression.

You are opting to get back on track with the room chores, but Jaeyun stood very still in place like he's frozen in place and it's starting to scare you. "Jaeyun?" You call his name, making a bee line towards him. You put a hand on his shoulder and you hear his words in a small, whisper-like voice.

"...me," he starts. He said something before that, you are sure, but you didn't hear him the first time, so you cautiously leaned in closer to him. He takes the initiative to move nearer, his warm breathe hitting the skin of your neck. "Help me, please," he said, a little louder now. Only do you notice that he is slightly crouching over when you see his arm holding on to his stomach.

And that's when it happens. That's when you see the sharp outline of his bulge in his pants, the obvious tent stirring something inside you as you quickly look away, pushing Jake away from you with one shove. "What the fuck?!" was the only thing you could muster to say as Jake sweats profusely in front of you. "You... you weird dumb shit! You got hard over a fucking confession?!"

Jake turns his head towards you, eyes furrowed. "Because it's you." His voice is gentle and the threatening tone he had minutes ago, vanishing completely. It happens too often that you might start to think that this kid has different personalities.

It took you some time to process his words, blinking fornaost just a minute or so, silence engulfing the both of you before, "...WHAT?!" You yelled at him, disliking what he's implying. "Look, Jake. Okay, I'll tell you the the truth. I don't like you and that picture, it's all true. That was me!" you point towards yourself, in hopes that whatever is going inside Jake's head will fortunately turn your fate around, but it's like your own words are feeding him even more when another smirk appears and you hear a low chuckle.

He takes a few steps towards, slowly. He is using his whole presence as means of intimidating you more, to make a way for you to falter. You can only look at him even as he drew closer to you. He scoffs at you. "It doesn't matter because I already knew you were lying the moment you said you liked me," Jake said as your face distorts into an expression that went all 'This bitch is crazy'.

Your hand start to grab whatever is the nearest thing you can take and it was a board eraser. You threw it at him with so much force, but Jake manages to easily dodge it. "Y-You must be insane!" You yelled.

“I got turned on when you looked into my eyes, Y/N,” he said, voice low and smooth, like honey with a sharp bite.

You blinked, your mouth parting slightly. “What the hell did you just say?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, cocky as ever—but behind that glint in his eye was something more dangerous. Desperate. “Please, hyung,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Just help me this one time. After that, I won’t bother you anymore. I swear.”

You narrowed your eyes, stepping back just enough to keep him at bay. “You think I’m that easy to get?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Hyung…” he drawled, dragging the word out like a weapon, eyes big, lashes fluttering with practiced innocence. “Please.”

“Jaeyun,” you warned, heart thudding traitorously in your chest. You knew that tone—he was trying to melt you down, and you hated that it was working.

He took another step forward, close enough now that you could smell the faint hint of his cologne—crisp and clean with something dark underneath.

“I said no,” you repeated, standing your ground.

His bottom lip jutted out slightly. “Pretty please?”

Your defenses cracked. Just a little.

“Do you always beg like this to get what you want?” you asked bitterly, eyeing him.

“No,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper. “Only when it’s you.”

Your brain short-circuited. And for a second—just one—you actually imagined him meaning it.

You huffed, dragging a hand down your face. “God, you’re such a manipulative little—”

“—adorable guy who really needs your help,” he interrupted with a sly grin.

You opened your mouth to argue. Closed it. Opened it again.

“…ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!” you snapped finally, throwing your hands in the air.

Jaeyun lit up like the damn sun, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“But just this once,” you warned, jabbing a finger at his chest. “You don’t get to pull this stunt again.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, grabbing your hand before you could pull it away. His grip was warm, grounding—and a little too firm for your liking.

Jake howls loudly at the sight below him. His hands are tightly interlocked with your H/C locks, as he ravaged your throat with his ferocious thrusts, completely forgetting the fact that you have never done this before and your first time. So, every time his tip hit the back of your throat, it jerks tears into your eyes. "Ah, fuck! FUCK, YES! SWALLOW MY COCK!" Jake groans with his head pushed back.

You hear noises from above you as he continues to abuse your untrained throat, you tap his thigh three times as he suggests you do if you want him to stop, but all that always goes down the gutter. You moan out at the way Jake denies your signal and endlessly rocks his hips into your mouth.

Jake has the upperhand here and he's the one taking control of the situation, so the second you gave him a tap the third time. He rolls his eyes and angrily pulls out, purposely throwing your head back as you fall to the floor turning you into coughing fits. "Fuck you," you rasp out, wiping your mouth. "I told you to slow down, asshole!" You yell at him, but Jake remains unfazed.

"Please?" Jake

"Why should I listen to you?" Jake said, while he grabs his massive cock and starts to stroke it in a slow, sensual manner as if seducing you into submission; to succumb to his countless need for pleasure. "Besides, if we have only this one time, why not make the most of it?" Jake adds, which horrifies you at how casual that came from his mouth.

You glare at him in anger and weakly stand up. "You're such a disgusting creature, Jaeyun. The worst one there is," you say with such wrath laced in your voice. You opt to just take your bag and get out, but Jake takes you by the arm and looks at you with big doe eyes and it scares you how fast this man changes in just a snap of a finger. "Let go of me," you tell him.

"I'm really orry, Y/N. Please, I promise I'll take it easy on you. Just give me this one time," he begs you like it's some kind of take it or leave it chance, which in his case, it is, but it's not that big of a deal. With a face like his, he can grab all the boys and girls he likes if he wants to.

You let out an annoyed groan. "No, Jaeyun." Your voice sounds harsh and certain. You don't want to get involved in any of this guy's shenanigans.

You feel his grip on you start to get loose. You look at him with brows still meeting at the center and he has the most pitiful look on his face that it almost completely fools you. You know this man enough to know that this is just a trick. A trap he likes to set and lure people into falling into it.

And once you fall, you won't stop. It's like an endless abyss, you don't stop falling.

But, if there's one thing you've heard from others, is that he's completely mastered the arts of manipulation and trickery, because the moment he hangs his head low and lets go of your wrist, you're compelled to comfort him, like you've done something wrong. "J-Just... be gentle, you dumb fuck," you tell him and the guy just lights up almost immediately.

He gives you a one sided smile and taps his lap, gesturing for you to sit on it. You gulp loudly considering that his cock is still standing tall in its full glory in front of you. "Come here, angel. I promise not to hurt you," he says, his voice leaving no space for any malice nor threat. Only gentleness and genuine care.

Your head snaps up towards him when the new found nickname falls from his lips. Angel? When did your name become 'Angel' and when did Jake start calling you that? Is he trying to manipulate your head again? Because if that is his plan, it's working out way too well for him.

You can feel your heart beat so loudly in your chest that you feat it's going to pop out at any time now. You look away from him and cross your arms. “Don’t call me that,” you mutter, barely audible, your voice wrapped in a sheepish plea.

Jaeyun leans forward, elbow resting on the desk behind him. “Don’t call you what?” he asks, smirking slightly, like he knows exactly what he did.

You stare at the floor, cheeks hot. “That nickname. It makes me feel—tiny.”

He grins. “You are tiny.”

You scowl, smacking his shoulder lightly, but he catches your wrist mid-air, fingers gently wrapping around it. “But you’re cute when you're mad,” he adds, softly.

Your heart stumbles again, and you hate how easily he disarms you.

Without thinking too much, you move closer, placing your small hands gently on his shoulders. He doesn't move. His expression falters for a second, as if he wasn't expecting that.

You take a shaky breath. “I swear, if someone walks in right now…”

“I’ll take the blame,” he says simply, looking up at you.

You shoot him a glare. “You’ll die first.”

He chuckles, and then you lower yourself onto his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. His breath catches, and you hear it—just for a second. His hands hover in the air before settling gently on your waist, hesitant, warm.

Jake whispers something in your ear, but the warmth of his breath makes you focus only on what he is doing to you. You don't even know if you're thinking right now, because everything blurred into nothing and all you know is that Jake has you on his lap, with his lips and tongue scattering hickeys all over your neck.

Your poor pink pucker is begging for the bigger male to stop while Jake only handles you like you are some type of light material that he can use to satisfy his own need for pleasure. He is so drunk in euphoria that he doesn't even notice the voices incoming, drawing ever so close as his thrusts don't die down.

"J-Jake... people..AH!" You let out a moan of pure bliss as Jake endlessly hits that sweet bundle of nerves inside your gummy walls that always seem to remember to send an electrifying sensation over your body down to your untouched cock, but overstimulated with how much Jake isn't giving his rough handling with you a break.

The taller male's sweat trickles down your back, wet imprints on his white uniform visible around his chest. "No, can do, slut," he grits out, putting all his strength into his thrusts that only gets deeper and deeper every passing time. Instinctively, it is starting to get too hit for the male, he starts to unbutton his polo with one hand. Then, a wild idea moves past his mind before he leans in closer, his hard abdomen coming in contact with your back that's littered with love bites and hickeys. "Say... how about you make me cum before they get here, that wouldn't be so hard, would it? Especially with how you take my cock so well, I might just be nearing my chase," he whispers darkly into your ear, his voice an octave deeper than usual.

He's already got you so fucked up in the head that you can't even form coherent words anymore. Your pride? Gone. Ego? Down the drain. Your dislike towards him? Still there, but apparently his sex drive is driving you crazy enough to even forget you ever hate the man who has his dick buried deep within your walls.

Jake buries his face onto the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet natural scent that he will never want to get rid of. Your scent makes his cock twitch inside you, before a sharp pain course through you making you moan out in both shock and bliss, when he dug his teeth into your neck. Crimson red liquid seeped out from it while Jake sucks it all up like it's his usual choice of drink.

Then, you whimper out in exhaustion, feeling as though you have already been used up of everything; stripped off of your very own dignity. You start to dig your nails into the wooden edge of the table as pleasure overwhelms your whole body, all the while Jake is already pinning you down the desk with his own weight on you, his abdomen pressed against your back as he continues to paint the already broken canvas that you are with marks that will for sure leave his imprint on you.

Soon enough, you hear again the same voices, gruff and the other one tiny, all speaking at once. You feel yourself start to get anxious again, but all is lost the moment Jake snakes his hands toward yours as he loosen your grip on the table and intertwine your fingers together. "Don't hold on to it too tight. We don't want any of your nails to get broken, do we?" You absentmindedly nod at his words, as a smirk appears on his face. The expression of success knowing he's wrapped you around his finger now.

But, then the voices only got closer, your anxiety getting the best of you as you let go of Jake's hand tap him from behind you. "Jake, please... nnnahh, stop for a... minute," you try to warn him about the incoming danger, but he doesn't listen to you, instead he only starts to buck his hips forward even harder; rougher as though he's trying to chase a deadline while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"I will, but you have to make me cum first, yeah? You'll do that for me, right?" his question is always rhetoric, leaving you no choice, but to comply with his wants and needs as you let yourself just get completely used like a sex toy, your mind getting a little hazy.

He straightens up, the weight on you is now gone, but his thrusts do not falter and you're only left with the pleasure. No more thinking of other things, your rational thinking vanishing like dust in the wind. "Fuck," he drags on with gritted teeth. "I'm about to cum, slut and I'm gonna pour it all inside you," he groans out, his hold on your hips getting tighter. It will leave bruises for sure.

"Yes, yes! Jake give me your cum, I'll be your personal masturbator from now on! Use me all you fucking want! AH!" The words only drove Jake into hysterical, just when you are starting to think he couldn't go any faster, he does and it's driving your cock into madness as you cum again untouched.

"What a slut," he chuckles. "Cumming from just behind, now you've completely turned this ass into a real pussy, huh? And it's all..." he huffs, that same feeling of recoil in his stomach begging for some type of way to get out, "..for me!" He groans out, as he takes you by the arm and pulls you close to him. One arm hugs your chest, while the other has his hand covering your eyes, the back of your neck resting on his shoulder.

You hold on to his arm for dear life out of instinct, as you feel yourself get completely broken, tongue rolling out of your mouth, panting heavily while chains of needy moans move past your throat. Your body bounces at the same rhythm as Jake, the latter only screwing your abused hole with all his lower body strength.

You could feel him swell inside you and your senses are telling you that he's about to cum. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeats the same word over and over again like it's his favorite mantra. Together, the voices are now only a few distance away while Jake drills his huge cock deeper, harder, even more needy inside you. "Get pregnant, I'll get you pregnant, Y/N. You're mine, Y/N. My Y/N," he says like your name is the only drug in this world that will make him calm down, before he gives you one last thrust, burying his cock deep within your walls as ropes of white semen fluid decorates your insides.

"He told me that I wasn't enough, like can you fucking believe that?!" Sunoo says with overdramatic gestures, while Sunghoon only laughs at him. "God, the audacity of this guy," he added before he steps inside the last classroom in the hallway and catches an unexpected sight in front of him.

You are completely all dressed up in a uniform that's almost a whole size bigger than you that you're practically drowning in it, while you rest your head on top of Jake's lap who looks up at the two newcomers and puts a finger on his lips. "Stay quiet. He had a really rough day, today," he said with the most genuine smile Sunoo and Sunghoon had ever seen.

tags: @acidangel-fromasia @seulaidn @king-of-kistune @s1llygo0s3

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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His Omega Bottom Male Reader Omega x Top Male Omega

Soo I had this in my head since like two days and couldn't completely concentrate on my new book as it is also omegaverse.. But I didn't want the usual Alpha x Omega or Beta x Omega nah bitch I wanted Omega x Omega action.

It's poorly written though because I just wanted to get it out of my system ngl- anyways I hope it's somewhat satisfying.

cw: smut, omega x omega, unprotected sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, weird omega top, dub-con ?, and maybe more but I'm not sure-

800+ words

You didn’t know how it came to this, you might’ve slept around with some Alpha’s and Betas it was… simply what made you feel alive and wanted. Being neglected your whole life as an omega, was like a hot iron rod piercing through your soul and ripping it apart, you needed – no craved to be wanted and loved.

Maybe your tactics weren’t the best, especially now that multiple hungry eyes laid on your exposed and displayed body.

You should feel shame but you can’t, it was basically getting fucked out of you literally. The male behind you thrusted roughly into you, after he displayed you on the table for alphas and betas a like to see, your legs spread while the cock was bullied into you over and over again, making you moan and drool shamelessly while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

It was crystal clear how much you enjoyed it.

Even pushing your hips back to get even more friction, while the cock stretched you nicely. A hand grabbed a fistful of your locks, pulling your head back, while the loud music of the club that was crowded with the people right in front of you, along with your moans that were still audible enough for the people around.

You came to the club for another hook-up, expecting an alpha or beta to be rearranging your guts, but instead it was another omega who fucked you senseless, turning you into a cock drunk whore. But he didn’t look like the other omegas you came across, he could easily be mistaken as a beta or even alpha.

And now that he had his dick in you – you couldn’t help but doubt him to not be one of those two. His cock made a bulge appear in your stomach, every time he thrusted into you, shaping and molding your hole for his cock and you loved every second of it.

The omega behind you grunted from time to time, but not even an ounce of tiredness seemed to be coming from him, rather the opposite. It seemed with every clench around his cock, with every moan spilled from your lips the energy seemed to be charged back up. While the sound of the squelching or the way your sweaty cheeks meet with his sweaty hips, seemed to drown underneath the music but to you it felt like it was the only thing you were able to hear.

Suddenly he pulled your head even further back, making your back arch while the taller male leaned down, his teeth nibbling at your earlobes as a chuckle left the man, “Who do you belong to?” the omega grunted into your ear, while butterflies seemed to erupt inside your stomach, besides his dick.

“To you,” you moaned out.

Your breath hitched as his cock twitched inside of you, “That’s right… you’re my omega. Isn’t it funny? An omega being a bitch in heat for another omega,” the male, from whom you didn’t get the name yet, taunted and teased you with these words. The words simply made your hole clench as he thrusted back in, while your own cock twitched and bobbed uselessly between your thighs.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain on your ass cheek, while the man simply bit into your scent gland, having you moan out loud as your vision went white. Your head dropped back against his larger shoulder, while your cock spurted ropes of white cum.

Your body shook, barely registering the groan from the other omega until warmth spreaded in you as the man behind you emptied his own release inside of you. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but enjoy the way he held you close as your body lightly trembled while he rode your highs out.

Until you seemed to realize what exactly he did, making you freeze in place with your eyes widening. As you turned your head, you only saw a dark look directed at you and suddenly you didn’t know how to feel.

You wanted to flee, which the other seemed to notice as he simply captured your lips with his own as he started to slide his cock back in and out, making the load inside of you slosh and dribble out of your hole. He simply would fuck you until you forget the thought of leaving, because binding was something that shouldn’t be done on a whim.

It was uncommon between two Omega’s at that, not once did something like this happen at least not to public knowledge. Even the other patrons that had their dicks out and watching seemed to pause at that, but the omega didn’t seem to care only focused on continuing to give both of you pleasure and maybe even take you back to his home later on.

And as slowly the rational thoughts were fucked out of you with every thrust that made your thighs squeeze and tremble, the panic that first settled in your chest disappeared only with the chance of confronting it the next day.

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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GAY ONE-SHOT #9: NCT Taeyong Holiday Sex in Tokyo – Part 2, Nighttime

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Idol: NCT Taeyong x Male Reader

Content: Taeyong fucks you – a stranger from an app – in a hotel room in Tokyo, hours after his girlfriend has left for the airport. A video surfaces which has dire consequences.

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 3.5k

<- This is a gay continuation of this straight Taeyong story about what happened earlier in the day. You don't actually need to in order to understand or enjoy the story, but consider reading both.

I don't know why I'm writing Taeyong as a bad person in this one 😅Although if you pay attention he maybe isn't. Just... confused?

I really think he's the sweetest, kindest man in real life. I did him dirty in his Backstage Sex story too where he fucked around a lot. I guess I view him as as bit of a fuck boy, despite how sweet I think he is. Maybe it's the lyrics to some of his songs that have me think of him this way? 🤔😏

Once again Taeyong, please for give me. It's just fiction and I write this stuff because I appreciate you ❤️ I know he'll never read this but I want you to know I'm a fan and not a hater 😅

Taeyong had it coming. He sat naked and alone on his hotel room bed, many hours after his girlfriend left for the airport. He felt empty inside but that's no excuse for what he did, nor is it the reason why he did it.

It was dark outside. The Tokyo skyline looked beautiful. Skyscrapers and the red Tokyo Tower cast a cozy, dimmed light over the silhouette of the naked and lonely man.

There was a gentle knock on the door. Taeyong was expecting it. He quickly sprung up from the bed and put on a pair of underwear, as if he expected to keep them on.

He didn't. If all went according to plan they'd be off again very soon.

“Hi,” he said when he opened the door slightly and peeked into the hotel hallway. He knew that what he was doing was risky.

“Hi,” you whispered, thinking that the man probably wanted to be discreet. It certainly appeared that way the way he hid behind the door.

You knew of him, but you had never met him. He'd been surprisingly open about his identity on the app. Up until this very moment though a part of you still expected to be disappointment.

The Taeyong being here, in the same hotel as you, horny and looking for sex, couldn't be true, could it? Of course it couldn't, no way! Yet now that you saw him you began to accept the fact that – wow, this is crazy! – it actually was.

Taeyong opened the door all the way to let you in. He kept hiding his bare body behind it, just in case someone walked by. It was late though and almost everyone else in the building was probably sound asleep.

Everyone but you. You had been horny and looking around, spending hours on the app before someone finally agreed to meet. That it was Taeyong felt incredibly surreal.

One thing Taeyong didn't mind, however, was the fact that the blinds of the large windows to the city weren't closed, and that the whole world might see what went on inside the room on the fifth floor.

By now he had already shut the world out completely. The departure of his girlfriend didn't necessarily hurt his heart, but it did leave his dick hanging. It had been satisfied plenty today already, yet somehow it was desperately craving more.

He'd also already taken numerous risks on this day. Bringing a stranger – a man nonetheless – to his room was perhaps the least risky thing he had done.

First, he'd been having sex with his girlfriend in broad daylight, right by the massive window.

Then, he'd been sexting with strangers all night. The fact that he was cheating was only half the risk.

Third, he was out on a limb just by having you over. You were probably harmless but how could he know? You could be anything from a murderer to a sasaeng, and sometimes it was hard to tell which was worse.

All these risks were part of a promise Taeyong had made to himself, to be more daring in general. Hut this was far from what his girlfriend had in mind when she asked him to make it.

The fact that you were here, about to have sex with him, wasn't actually about the promise though. It was about something much deeper, something which had been growing in Taeyong for years. It was certainly not random that he chose to cheat on his woman with a man, especially considering how he could have pretty much any woman he wanted.

Now that it was dark Taeyong figured that gave him cover. Both in terms of what the outside world could literally see through the window, and in terms of what his girlfriend could know and find out.

That she – his girlfriend at this time in his life – got caught up in his personal and difficult journey of growth was unfortunate.

One might think that Taeyong's actions were severely misguided. Had you known of his relationship status you might even have acted differently.

But you didn't know, how could you? Taeyong never told you, and he had been very flirty and sexual so far. You had his dick picks in your phone after all.

In hindsight, knowing what you know now, you're actually not sure if you would have acted differently though. You might still have shrugged it off as being Taeyong's own business. Because damn were you horny and star struck.

You'd have slept with anyone who was willing in this city which was foreign to you. The fact that it was Taeyong, however, made the whole experience a hundred times more thrilling.

In a way, the existence of girlfriend was just a speed bump. It's not like you hadn't slept with married men before after all.

Whatever might have been had you known the full story, now you were here anyway. Horny and in the dark. You knew just as well as Taeyong that sex was the only purpose of your visit.

It didn't mater that he was famous, or whether or not you were an obsessive fan. All that mattered was that you both had a void to fill, and that you had something to give to each other.

When you entered Taeyong's hotel room you looked around and were immediately drawn to the skyline. You took off your shoes and walked to the window, where you stood and admired the view.

Taeyong's bare skin and near-naked body which lingered behind you felt electric. It pulled on you, but you kept your eyes fixed on the buildings outside. Unless the super star got cold feet you would soon be plowing his ass, and that prospect along with his presence was strong even when neither of you spoke.

“So…” you began, fully expecting that there would be a time of mental games and dancing before the sex would begin.

Taeyong, however, came at you as soon as you turned around to face him. Against the backdrop of Tokyo and the glowing red tower he shamelessly put his hands on your body and kissed your lips, and you both knew in an instant that there was no turning back now.

You relaxed and leaned against the glass. Taeyong's smooth skin was warm and soft to touch. His fingers caressed your sides and quickly lifted your shirt, and his bulge pressed against your growing boner.

Within moments your dick was out. Taeyong quickly kneeled by your feet. You panted softly with the back of your head against the window, as the stranger whom you thought you knew took your shaft in his mouth and sucked.

You really did think you knew Taeyong, his personality and beliefs. How naive. In truth you didn't know him at all. But somehow the fact that he was apparently gay and in the habit of sleeping around didn't surprise you at all.

You occasionally looked down at the head with the military buzz cut between your legs. Fuck was he hot, and damn did this feel good.

Perhaps it didn't even matter who he was at all. All that mattered was that you were horny as hell, and that the man you were with was too.

*****

The cover of darkness was indeed enough. Despite the wide open windows and city lights only someone who looked closely would be able to make out the silhouettes making love against the glass, several floors above ground.

But Taeyong had other problems, ones he didn't yet know about. While he sucked your dick in what felt like a world away from his daily life, a video surfaced online. The fact that it even existed would have significant consequences for the poor man.

For now, he remained clueless. When your shaft was sufficiently wet and Taeyong stood back up, he kissed you on the mouth and your hands slipped inside his underwear.

He quickly took them off. He stood naked in front of you and your heart jumped. Then you removed your shirt, and stepped out of the pants by your feet.

Taeyong turned around and walked to the bed. He quickly lay on his stomach on it and you followed, horny and eager and worried he might still change his mind.

Taeyong, a man you'd followed for years, was flaunting his body in front of you. His ass was out, he rested his head and arms on a pillow, and his legs were spread and knees bent. The position made him look incredibly sexy.

He lay flat on the mattress when you climbed naked on top of him. You kissed and licked his back and stroke his sides, while your dick rubbed against his cheeks. You immediately rocked your hips back and forth in wide motions, the sight and feel of Taeyong sending wonderful sensations from your groin and through your body.

Taeyong pushed himself up on his knees and elbows. You moved away from him and looked down at his ass and your dick. Then you grabbed your shaft and played with it, and guided the head to Taeyong's wide open hole.

It was clear that he had done this before. You hoped but didn't know if he could handle your size and experience. There was only one way to find out.

*****

The video of a yet to be identified woman being fucked from behind against a window got thousands of views within an hour. It wasn't particularly clear, the camera being far away and zoomed in to the max.

The uploader claimed that the naked man behind her was Taeyong but few believed it. The face was simply way too blurry for a conclusive assessment.

But assessed it was, to the max. As the video made it's way through social media it was put under very intense scrutiny.

Take this down! many demanded in the comment sections. It was straight up porn and hardly suitable for consumption in a public forum.

It's clearly not him, some skeptics argued. It certainly looked like him, but there really was no way to tell for sure.

Yes it is! the believers claimed, possibly from wishful thinking. Look at the tattoos.

Haters and die-hard fans alike flocked to the video. It was downloaded and reuploaded to all kinds of sites, and it wasn't long before it was on porn sites too where it found a whole new following.

Before daybreak, news outlets would pick up on the scoop. While they had a more respectable and skeptical approach to the source and validity of the claims that were made, a digitally enhanced version where the tattoos and Taeyong's facial features were clearer was too good to simply ignore as fake news.

And besides, even if it wasn't Taeyong not every news site was legit, not even among those that called themselves champions of real journalism. Clicks were clicks and they meant money, after all.

And even if it hadn't been Taeyong – which, to be perfectly clear, it most definitely was and he knew it – the damage had already been done.

*****

Taeyong was on his back, knees and hips folded over his flat chest. You were on your knees, your dick deep in his ass and your hand pressing down on the back of his thigh. You leaned in as close as you could to briefly kiss his lips while you fucked, only to pull away and admire his tattoo covered body and his dimly lit face and head with the sexy buzz cut.

You were close to coming. Taeyong had one hand on his own erection while the other was gliding back and forth over your thigh. You turned your head and watched the red Tokyo Tower shake, then faced your lover again and closed your eyes.

“Ahh, ahh, huuh, huuh, huuh!” you heaved loudly and repeatedly. The mattress rocked violently back and forth.

“Mm, mm, yeah, yeah, fuck my ass!” Taeyong pleaded and stroke his cock a little faster. “Mm, mm, I'm gonna come!”

You opened your eyes wide and lightened your load on his thigh to give him space. He relaxed his legs and you watched closely as he jerked off. Then he came on his stomach, and you felt like it was some sort of achievement.

You just made Lee Taeyong orgasm. You were deep in his ass at the time, fucking him good in the middle of the night. It was pretty surreal and you had been in a bubble the whole time you fucked, but seeing his sperm shoot out from his dick made it all feel very real.

This was definitely a story you'd tell your friends about.

When Taeyong's orgasm settled you slowed your movements. Then you had only one thing on your mind: if you could come too, inside him or on him, it would be the ultimate achievement. A highlight of your trip to the capital of Japan, something to call home about.

You picked up the pace again to achieve your goal before it was too late.

“Huuh, huuh, huuh, huuh!”

You opened your eyes wide and looked at Taeyong's face and head.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah!”

You fucked him good and watched him shake underneath you.

“Huh-huh-ah-ah, mmmmm, ah-a-a!”

Then your closed your eyes hard and grimaced, and held your breath when you felt your dick erupt.

“Ahhh, Ahhhh, mm, AHHHHH, fuck yeah!” you exclaimed.

The orgasm was quickly over. Taeyong's whole body was pushed deep into the mattress. Your dick which had been sliding fast back and forth slowed down, as deep inside the hot twink as it could get.

You filled his hole with sperm. Then you eventually pulled out, slowly while catching your breath.

Taeyong's body was bent in half. He reached down to touch his cheeks and spread them. You hunched your back to take a closer look, and played with your fingers around the hole.

White liquid soon seeped out of it which made you smile. Taeyong watched your face and body with fascination, and your happy expression rubbed off on him.

“Fuck that was good,” you sighed and grinned.

“Yeah,” Taeyong agreed and reached out to touch your chest.

He would eventually feel dirty, but not yet. Right now he was riding a high and being his true self, something he couldn't say he was every day.

His actions may have been misguided, but who could blame him? In a fair world he wouldn't need to hide and pretend. His girlfriend was an unfortunate victim of pressure and unique circumstances.

Of course you knew nothing of this. It was only when the video reached your feed and caught your attention that you realized the extent of it, and began to piece together what the hall had happened.

*****

You were already gone by the time Taeyong got the devastating phone call. He was sound asleep but the dirty feelings – the guilt of, once again, cheating on his girlfriend with a man –had started to surface. It never stopped him from repeatedly acting on his urges, but he hated this part of the experience.

The negative emotions were already strong in his heart when the phone call woke him up. Yet when he answered they'd be overpowered by something else, a fear so strong he couldn't think straight.

He learned about the video. He knew it was him before he even saw it. Management weren't angrily screaming at him, but only because they weren't sure.

Or perhaps they were sure but knew that Taeyong knew that he'd fucked up. Punishing him for it would only make things worse.

*****

You only learned about the video several days later. By then Taeyong was just a memory, a very good one. You had no idea who the woman in the window was, but you recognized the park and knew that you'd been in that very same window too.

Who she was didn't really matter. If Taeyong was bi and sleeping around that was his business. You weren't happy about the notion of him being a cheater, but you got some great sex out of it and that was worth more to you.

What you knew for sure was that you couldn't shake the great sensation and mental image of Taeyong's naked body and wonderful ass. And even though you weren't in the video yourself, now you had something to remember him by.

You did feel sorry for the man, that much is true. But you'd be lying if you said you had any regrets, because you certainly did not.

*****

For twenty four hours Taeyong stayed in his hotel room. The world outside was no longer safe.

He had several visits and phone calls. His manager, who was on damage control. The police, who wanted to conduct an interview. Shotaro, who saw an opportunity to support a friend and visit family. And, of course, his girlfriend, who was back home already and cried the entire time they spoke on the phone.

She was obviously devastated by being exposed like that. Though her face wasn't clear either she knew it was her, and the video was everywhere. Her friends knew too and when rumors spread and her name was posted somewhere, her phone blew up which made her angry and scared.

She turned to her boyfriend in her time of need. They were in it together after all.

What she didn't know, however, was that Taeyong probably deserved everything he had coming. One day she would learn that she wasn't the only one, and that Taeyong had a lot of self-discovery to do.

*****

After those twenty four hours Taeyong was finally allowed to leave. In the cover of darkness he was led to a car which took him away. The immediate plan was to speed up the original itinerary, which was for him to return to his military base where he would be out of the public eye.

He never got to see his family before he went. Everyone agreed it was probably for the best, to tuck him away in a secret location. The world was livid and the best course of action was to let a year go by and hope his career wasn't over for good.

Once he was discharged things may have calmed down. Odds were that he'd never be able to come back from this but it was impossible to know for sure. Lucas had survived after all, but Taeil did not.

Regardless of the aftermath on a professional level, Taeyong was allowed to stay in the military despite the scrutiny which was at least a small comfort. And with time, he grew as a person. When he eventually told his girlfriend the truth – all of it – and they broke up, it was with very mixed feelings.

Taeyong was scared about the future. Sad to have hurt so many, his girlfriend especially but also his fans. And relieved that he no longer had to hide, and that his time of secret hookups and cheating was over.

In all this horrible madness he found himself. And he had a lot of people to thank for it. His bandmates, Ten for example. His military buddies, all of whom supported him when they thought he just had sex with the woman he was dating, though fewer once he came out to them.

Those who knew what a sweet soul Taeyong really was stayed, and they didn't think he deserved any of this. For that he was endlessly thankful.

And, he was thankful to you of course. You and the men who came before you. Not just those who had a strong memory of him, a memory fuel by great sex and star struck excitement, and who lay awake at night masturbating to the mental image of the famous twink who got screwed.

But also those he never met, the gay men who were unapologetically themselves and paved the way. You would never know just how much your mere existence meant to him.

At the end of the day the video was perhaps a blessing. Without it Taeyong might still be hiding in the dark.

In hindsight, it was pretty crazy that you got caught up in all of this. But you were never in the public eye like the girlfriend was, and Taeyong was just a stranger after all. As bad as you felt for the man you didn't know him, and you were glad to just have met him.

You would never forget the day you fucked his ass and made him come. Neither would Taeyong, but for very different reasons.

It's possible that he doesn't remember you at all and that's okay. You will certainly remember him, and you genuinely wish him all the best. Buzz cut and all.

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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One-shot #23: NCT Taeyong Holiday Sex in Tokyo – Daytime

This is the 23rd story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrity: NCT Taeyong (x Female Reader)

Sex Content: Missionary, From behind, In public/people watching

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 1.6k

Story: Taeyong fucks you – his girlfriend – against a large hotel room window in broad daylight, much to the delight and horror of the citizens of Tokyo.

“Thank you so much for taking me here,” you say and kiss your boyfriend's neck. You're standing behind him in front of a large window and he turns his head and smiles.

“Put some clothes on,” he says, his voice suddenly stern which surprises you. Tokyo Tower and a wide open park can be seen outside, and it has dawned on the man how much is at stake.

You're exposed. Even a blurry photo at a distance, of his shirtless body with a naked woman, could be devastating. In fact he should put some more clothes on too.

“Pfft,” you say and try to lighten his mood. “You said you wanted to be more daring this year. So take a risk. Let's have sex again.”

Taeyong's eyes widen and he twists his torso to stare at you. “Here?” he asks, referring to the exact spot you're standing in. That would be daring indeed.

“On the bed!” you say and point. The sheets are in a tangled mess from the fun you've already been having, on this tourist trip to the capital of Japan.

The bed might not be visible from the park down below, but certainly from adjacent buildings and the tower. It's in plain view from the wide and tall window. Taeyong didn't seem to mind it before, but now that you're naked right by the glass he can't help but worry and rightfully so.

He doesn't respond though. You can tell how hard he's thinking. But when he sees your breasts and cute face, and feels your hip with his hand, how can he resist?

He turns around to close the curtains. “No,” you say and gently grab his arm to stop him. “I'm gonna miss you. You promised.”

“So stay,” Taeyong says before he gives you a soft kiss on the lips. You know that he knows that you can't and merely chuckle.

The kiss triggers something though. The trip has been amazing, filled with sightseeing and sex in your hotel room, in between Taeyong's meetings and recording sessions. He may still be working, but it's your first big trip as a couple. Of course you're going to fuck one last time before you go.

There's a Japanese man in his 50's some 250 meters above ground. He's on the upper viewing platform of Tokyo Tower. He's excited, because it's his first time in the capital. But as he slowly turns his head and body one-eighty degrees, scouting the nearby buildings with his binoculars, he never expected to see what he sees. He'll lugg while telling his friends about it back in the village.

What he's spotted is Taeyong's naked ass moving in wide, erotic motions on the hotel bed. He's on top of a an equally naked woman.

Though the man can't make out the details at this distance, and certainly not tell who the people are even in the off chance that he's into Korean pop music, Taeyong's face is twisted and strained.

His dick feels incredible inside you. You've only been together for a few months but he always fucks you so well. The bed shakes against the wall and Taeyong's soft, smooth skin and hardworking muscles feel great in your hands.

The man has to put the binoculars down or he'll get hard. The sight of your naked body from the side, being plowed by your young boyfriend, would turn anyone on. If only he knew who he’s observing.

*****

“Ahh, ahh, Taeyong!” you moan while your boyfriend thrusts into you on the bed. Your voice is low and soft but dripping of passion. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Taeyong loves it when you moan his name. You can't ever imagine that sex with him will get old or boring. Your simply connect and work so well together.

He pants lustfully above you, then starts to heave and chip for air. “Huuh, huuh, Ah-ah-ah-ah!”

That's when you know it’s time to change positions. You don't want him to come just yet.

*****

“Mommy look!” a young boy says and points. His mother who is seated on a bench in the park looks up at him then follows his finger with her eyes.

She quickly springs up from her seat. She rushes to her son and grabs him. She pulls his arm and swirls him around, never taking her eyes off the window across the street.

A few floors up a woman is pressed against the glass. Her hands and face are on it. Her legs are spread wide and the exposed breasts shake. She's clearly having sex, a naked man hugging her from behind.

“That's rude!” the woman exclaims and frowns. The boy wrongfully assumes she’s talking to him – that he has done something very bad – and though he never understands what is going on and the memory will eventually get distorted as he gets older, this moment will forever stick with him. It has a strong impact on the rest of his life.

*****

Your breath is fogging up the glass. Taeyong's gentle hand on your hip and ass feel good. His rock hard dick glides in and out of you from behind while he hugs you and massages your boobs. Being naked with the world at your feet is such a rush.

You're glad that, in the heat of things, Taeyong is daring after all. Your hot body has effectively taken his mind off the risk and potential consequences.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you,” you moan.

“Huuh, Huuuh, ahh, ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah!” your boyfriend heaves and pants behind you.

“Mm-mm-mm-mm,” you whimper against the window, as you spread your legs wider while he pushes and pulls on your hips. “Mm-mm-mm-mm, yeah, yeah, Taeyong, Taeyong, yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me!”

Your eyes are mostly closed but sometimes you open them wide. The view is simply amazing and the dick feels great. It’s almost surreal to be here, in this enormous city, surrounded by skyscrapers, with a lush park right in front of you and your sweet man treating your so well. There are just so many layers of pleasure to the whole experience that you can easily let go of the fact that Taeyong never said it back.

*****

“It's not him,” a girl who stands in the window of her apartment kitchen says and rolls her eyes.

“Yes it is!” her best friend exclaims, visibly excited.

“It kind of looks like him,” a third friend muses while trying to zoom in with her phone and holding it still o focus the image.

She isn't really a friend though. She wasn’t supposed to be invited, and she doesn't even know who NCT are. But she desperately wants to be cool, and she isn't above lying nor recording the couple who sit naked in each other's arms after the sex act against the window. She'll do anything if it means that she can feel like she belongs even just for a day.

“Oh my god it is him!” the first friend exclaims when she glances at the screen for the millionth time. From this angle they can see Taeyong’s face much better. “But who is she?”

“I don't know but she's sooo lucky,” the second girl says. Her eyes are wide as she leans in close to the third girl and studies the screen.

“Yeah, so lucky,” the imposter who is holding the camera says. She has understood that the man is someone famous but keeps digging her hole of lies deeper.

It doesn't matter in this moment. She feels really good about being part of this shared experience which they can talk about at school. Surely Taeyong – whoever he is – having sex will help her finally belong.

*****

“I'm gonna miss my flight,” you say and smile when Taeyong holds you close and kisses your neck. You still haven't put your clothes back on and time is running out.

“I know,” he says calmly and sniffs your hair.

You giggle. “You've got to let me go. I'll see you in a week when you return.” You look up and kiss the man on the lips then add: “Will you make it?”

“Stay,” Taeyong says and gives you his best puppy eyes.

You get up from his lap and pull away. His hand lingers on yours for as long as it can. You get out of bed and parade naked in front of the window without thinking about it.

Outside, the man with the binoculars finally decides to move on. No other tourist has stayed in the tower for as long as him on this day.

The mother and child have long since left the park but not before she took a photo as evidence. Her instinct was to show it to the police but she never would. She realized it wasn't worth the effort, and overcome with a strong urge to protect her son she may have overreacted to the sex in the window.

None of the three girlfriends in the apartment have moved from their spot. “Where’s she going?” one asks.

“Oh my god, look at his dick,” another exclaims when Taeyong's fully exposed body on the bed is revealed, when you finally leave him alone.

“He can fuck me any day.”

You'll soon have plenty of regrets about this day. But Taeyong has it coming, and a part of you will take joy from his suffering.

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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𝗕𝗘𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧

Relacionamento: Han Jisung × Male Reader

[Recomendado para +18 anos.]

Sumário: Você e Jisung tinham um relacionamento contratual, onde você era beneficiado com um salário mais rico e ele que poderia ter seu estresse reduzido com noites quentes e arrepiantes, mas quando os sentimentos colidem tanto ele quanto você questionam se estão aptos a continuar a seguir o contrato.

Você e Jisung tinham um relacionamento contratual: encontros secretos, noites compartilhadas entre lençóis e corpos suados, onde você recebia um salário generoso e ele encontrava alívio para o estresse sufocante da fama. Tudo parecia simples — prazer sem sentimentos, acordos sem promessas.

Pelo menos, era para ser.

Naquela noite, Jisung estava diferente. Seus toques não eram mecânicos, nem apressados — eram carregados de fome, como se ele temesse perder algo precioso se não o tivesse ali, agora. Seus lábios se chocaram contra os seus em um beijo bruto e necessitado, suas mãos explorando cada centímetro da sua pele com uma urgência que fazia seu coração disparar.

O quarto parecia pequeno demais para conter a tensão entre vocês. O calor dos corpos, o cheiro de desejo, o som das respirações pesadas — tudo se misturava em uma atmosfera quase sufocante.

Jisung pressionou você contra o colchão, seu corpo firme dominando o seu, seus olhos cravados nos seus com uma intensidade que quase doía. “Hoje… você é só meu.” ele murmurou contra sua pele, sua voz rouca vibrando no seu ouvido.

Você apenas conseguiu assentir, completamente entregue.

Com uma força firme, mas cheia de cuidado, Jisung abriu suas pernas, encaixando-se entre elas. Você sentiu a ereção dele, dura e pulsante, pressionando contra si através das roupas. Seu corpo respondeu imediatamente, um gemido baixo escapando dos seus lábios.

“Preciso te sentir...” ele disse, arrancando as últimas peças de roupa com impaciência. Ele preparou você com os dedos — lentos no começo, mas logo mais exigentes, esticando e abrindo você para recebê-lo.

Você se contorcia sob o toque dele, gemendo e agarrando os lençóis, enquanto Jisung murmurava palavras sujas e carinhosas no seu ouvido: “Tão apertado pra mim… tão perfeito… só meu.”

Quando ele finalmente se posicionou, você sentiu a cabeça do seu pau pressionar sua entrada, e seu corpo tremeu em antecipação.

“Olha pra mim meu amor.” Jisung ordenou suavemente.

Você abriu os olhos, encontrando o olhar dele — escuro, faminto, cheio de algo que ia além do desejo.

Ele empurrou lentamente, enterrando-se dentro de você centímetro por centímetro, sem desviar os olhos dos seus. A sensação era intensa, fazendo você arquear as costas e soltar um gemido arrastado.

Quando ele estava completamente dentro, parado, permitindo que você se ajustasse, Jisung se inclinou para frente e beijou sua boca com uma ternura que contrastava com a brutalidade do ato.

E então, ele começou a se mover.

As estocadas eram profundas e ritmadas, cada investida arrancando gemidos involuntários dos seus lábios. Jisung segurava suas pernas abertas, encaixado perfeitamente, indo fundo, batendo exatamente onde fazia seu corpo inteiro estremecer.

A cada movimento, o som de pele contra pele preenchia o quarto, misturado com seus gemidos, os grunhidos de Jisung, e o farfalhar das cobertas amassadas.

“Você é meu… meu…” ele repetia, como um mantra, seus movimentos ficando mais rápidos, mais desesperados.

Você agarrava os ombros dele, as unhas cravando na pele quente, puxando-o para mais perto, querendo sentir cada maldito centímetro dele, querer ser consumido inteiro.

E então, com um estocada certeira, seu corpo inteiro se arqueou em um orgasmo intenso, espremendo-se ao redor dele, arrancando um gemido rouco de Jisung. Ele não resistiu por muito tempo — com uma última investida forte, ele se derramou dentro de você, enterrando-se fundo, gemendo seu nome como se fosse uma oração.

O corpo de Jisung caiu sobre o seu, suado, trêmulo, mas ele não deixou de te abraçar, como se temesse que você desaparecesse se soltasse.

Por um tempo, apenas o som dos seus corações batendo rápido preenchia o silêncio.

Então, Jisung sussurrou, a voz embargada:

“Vamos rasgar aquele contrato… Por favor. Eu não quero te perder. Não depois disso.”

Você sorriu, acariciando os cabelos úmidos dele, puxando-o para um beijo calmo, carregado de promessas não ditas.

“Já o rasgamos… Já faz tempo que rasgamos.”

Ele sorriu contra seus lábios — e pela primeira vez, o que havia entre vocês não era obrigação, nem contrato.

Era puramente paixão, amor.

"Acho que esse foi o trabalho mais básico que fiz :( Vou me esforçar para entregar um trabalho melhor com a parte 2 de Mommy Son!!

#male reader #kpop #fanfic #han jisung #stray kids x male reader #stray kids #smut #kpop smut #han jisung x male reader

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intitulami · 2 months ago

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QUICK FIX GAY #9: Top NCT Mark Missionary Style (x Bottom Male Reader)

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Mark & Male Reader

Content: Missionary, Bottom male reader g-spot

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 921

💬 Request: for the quick fix stories, these r the ones I'm requesting for a gay version: -mark lee missionary story.

This is a Double Take, a re-write of an old story. The original is straight Quick Fix #2: Mark Missionary Style from way back in Season 1 🙂

This new version is a gay story (x Male Reader instead of x Female Reader) of the original, as requested, and my first story ever in which male reader orgasms by his g-spot being stimulated (which for men is in the ass, I just learned) rather than by stimulating the dick.

Side note: I've had to watch a lot of gay porn (you know, for research 😉😏) to understand how things work when I write these stories. One thing I've noticed is that missionary sex doesn't look the same for gay and straight couples. Straight ones can lie flat, but gay ones tend to sit up and bend more, probably because of the lower position of the asshole which requires a different angle to be penetrated. So maybe laying down and "panting against your neck" the way Mark does in this story doesn't actually work as naturally as it would in a straight story... 🤔 That's just a detail I've noticed.

Anyway, please enjoy this gay story about top Mark just being great in bed 🙂

“Fuck me baby,” you whisper while Mark squirms on top of you.

He's filling your ass with his cock. “Damn baby, you feel so good,” he says.

You moan when he feels your hip and licks your neck, and moves his ass slowly up and down in your arms. His motions are wide and lustful, calm yet eager and full of passion. He wants you so badly, you can feel it.

And you want him just as bad. Your dick is slack between you but Mark's is hitting you in just the right spot and the pleasure in your ass is intense.

You spread your thighs as wide as your body will allow and bend your knees in the air. Your feet press against Mark's sides and he pushes his upper body up while pressing down with one hand on the back of your thigh.

Your hands rest on the bed while your lower back is pushed hard into the mattress. You bounce up and down each time Mark thrusts into you.

“Oh yeah baby,” you say and watch Mark's lustful and grimacing face above yours. “Yeah, yeah, fuck my ass.”

You tilt your head back. Mark briefly plants his lips on your leg. You pull your knees higher and your heels touch his ass cheeks as they slide up his hot body. When they press down on him he moans and penetrates you deeper.

His throbbing shaft feels so good inside you. You start to move your hips up and down to match his motions. Your hole grips the shaft tightly, and you feel it slide in and out, in and out repeatedly.

The head has found your g-spot which drives you wild, and you begin to pant excessively. Your shallow breaths of pure pleasure turn Mark on further, and he suddenly picks up the pace. His hips slam against your inner thighs, and the bed begins to shake and bang against the wall.

Your legs straighten out and fall down beside Mark's body. He crashes down on you and buries his head in the pillow beside you. You hear him groan loudly into it.

The full length of his body is pressing down on you. You grab his ass hard and throw your limbs around in pure ecstasy, raise your feet high in the air only to throw them back down, squirm and pant loudly while his dick in your ass bring you ever closer to an orgasm.

He rocks his body fast, violently sliding back and forth in your arms. He puts a hand on your waist and raise his head, bend his knees slightly, and push as deep into you as he possibly can.

“Moan for me baby,” he whispers. “Say my name.”

You know it turns him on when you talk dirty to him. “Oh yeah, baby,” you say. ”Yeah, yeah, fuck Mark, you're so good! Mm, mm, mm, Mark, fuck me Mark, yes, yes, harder, yes!”

Mark let's his hand glide down your side and onto your ass. He pulls his legs up and sits on his knees, bending in half as his head returns to the pillow, and pulls you up and onto his lap.

He gasps for air and presses his lips against your neck while panting heavily. You arch your back and clench your cheeks around his shaft, before you fall back down and raise your legs high in the air.

They point straight up. Each violent thrust makes you shiver and shake. Mark's dick rubs you in just the right spot, again and again, and you're eventually brought over the edge.

A shiver suddenly runs through your body. “Oh, Mark,” you moan, just as he requested. Then you scream: “Ahh, fuck my ass, Mark, Mark, MARK, MAAARK LEEEE!”

Mark realizes you've reach your orgasm, and he's about to do the same. He holds his breath on the final stretch, then lets out a loud groan as he climaxes.

He lifts his body high and digs his fingers into the back of your thigh while pushing his pelvis down hard on you. The pain it causes is nothing compared to how great he makes you feel.

“Arrrghn,” his deep voice moans when he ejaculates inside you. He fills your ass with cum and his body feels warm and tense, but all the tension goes away the moment he's finished.

He crashes down again, filled with lust and a sensational rush, and your legs and feet return to the bed when you relax too.

His heavy breaths feel hot on your skin. He licks your neck, then lifts his head to kiss you on the lips. The kiss is wet and sloppy, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Holy shit baby,” he pants and thrusts a few more times. “Ahh, ahhhhh, damn your ass feels good!”

When you've both come down from your highs his muscles turn off and he collapses in your arms, his cock still inside you. His breaths become steadier, his body heavier, and you feel relaxed the way he weights on and holds you.

“No one's ever made me come the way you do,” he says. You giggle and wrap your arms tighter around his back. “I love you baby.”

You still feel your body shiver, and Mark's cock pulsing inside you. His body is hot and comfortable to hold, and his words make you smile.

“I love you so much,” he repeats, and lifts his head to give you a kiss on the lips. ”So much.”

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intitulami · 3 months ago

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silence doesn’t stop rich boys

top!sim jaeyun x btm!male reader smut

Jake Sim's party invite arrives—thick cardstock, old-money cursive. You go because that's what people like you do. The champagne flows, his gaze lingers, and no one notices when you disappear into the penthouse's private wing.

continued in “rich boys don’t get dirty.”

warnings: noncon/dubcon, power dynamics, possessiveness, semi-public sex, oral sex, rough sex, breeding kink (implied), aftercare as manipulation, lowkey inspired by gossip girl

Old money has a scent. A blend of expensive leather, French perfume, and promises sealed generations ago. In this closed circle, luxury isn't ostentation—it's routine. Watches worth more than cars, dinners in penthouses that don't appear on Google Maps, and last names that function as keys. And among them stands Y/n.

He was never exactly one of them, but he learned fast. The son of an influential attorney—the kind who turns crises into lucrative settlements—he grew up between silent meetings and champagne toasts before even understanding what was being celebrated. He didn't inherit a centuries-old fortune, but carried something nearly as valuable: influence. And in this game, knowing how to use it is what truly matters.

To others, Y/n belongs. He wears the right brands, speaks with the confidence of someone who knows the backstage dealings, and maintains that discreet smile of someone who never falters. But behind the shine lies a fragile structure. Exclusive parties hide unstable alliances, and anonymous messages circulate more frequently than truths.

Because in this world, what sustains you isn't having the most—it's knowing how to remain silent when everyone is watching.

Despite not carrying a surname forged by generations, Y/n was always there—at the most private parties, at invitation-only gatherings, at the center of the group where few truly belong. His mere presence was enough to calm any tension: when your father commands one of the country's most feared law firms, scandals tend to disappear before they even take shape. Having Y/n around wasn't just prestige—it was protection.

So it came as no surprise when Jake's name appeared linked to the next big party. Jake belonged to a nearly extinct type of social royalty: his family synonymous with political tradition, silent influence, and inherited power. Even among the most well-connected, Jake stood out. The typical good guy—or at least, he knew how to play one. Always smiling, always impeccable, always untouchable. No one dared confront him. And at the same time, no one seemed to care enough to try.

Y/n wasn't the type to decline a party, but the invitation from Jake caused some unease. Reserved, careful, molded by the image his parents insisted he maintain, Jake rarely exposed himself beyond what was necessary. Still, the news spread fast. A single anonymous post on the city's most venomous blog turned the night into an event:

"Party at the politicians' house? Seems the new generation decided to play at freedom. Closed list, open bottles..."

The warning had been issued, and as always, everyone would pretend not to care.

Y/n dressed in silence as he read the post. No surprise—just the sensation that everything was following its course. He and Jake weren't friends. Never had been. But there was a silent pact between them: a strategic coexistence, without excess, without intimacy. Both knew where they stood, and more importantly, where they wanted to remain.

At the top.

It was as if they respected, without ever saying it aloud, each other's places in that hierarchy. Neither wanted to take the other's space—it wasn't necessary. But somehow, there was a strange companionship between them. An implicit recognition that even amidst so many masks, you could trust someone who didn't try to be you.

Jake's penthouse occupied one of the oldest—and most discreetly luxurious—buildings on the Upper East Side. The pale stone facade, wrought-iron balconies, and silent corridors covered by time-worn red carpets all seemed part of a New York that refused to die. A place where power needed no ostentation—just permanence.

When the elevator opened directly into the main hall, Y/n was met with an expected scene: warm lighting, music perfectly chosen to seem spontaneous, uniformed waiters circulating with crystal trays, and a group of people who knew exactly the value of being seen—and even more, the value of pretending not to care.

Jake appeared immediately, with that classic, trained, millimeter-perfect smile.

"So glad you came," he said, extending a glass to Y/n. His voice was low, his gaze a bit too intense for the casual tone. He was impeccable, as always. Light linen shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearm, cologne expensive enough not to be obvious. And there was something more there—a touch on the shoulder that lasted a second too long, a look that took too long to look away.

Y/n smiled back, with that kind of calculated lightness he used when he didn't want to seem surprised. The environment enveloped him easily: flowing conversations, muffled laughter, soundtrack alternating between sophistication and faux nonchalance. The penthouse view framed the city lights, as if the world outside were just a backdrop for what really mattered—what was happening here inside.

The hours passed almost fluidly, dissolved in sips of expensive drinks and conversations that said little. Y/n drank slowly, as he always did. But at some point, he lost count. Maybe because he was too relaxed, maybe because the drinks were stronger than they seemed. Or maybe because Jake made sure his glass was never empty.

The music had shifted to something more sensual, and the spaces between bodies grew smaller. Y/n leaned against the frame of one of the wide windows, feeling the night air against his skin. The alcohol's effects were showing: the edges of the room softened, voices blurred, thoughts slightly tangled.

And then he noticed.

Jake was still nearby. Too nearby.

All night, he seemed to be watching Y/n. Never directly—but from time to time, a quick glance, a directed comment, a constant presence in the same spaces. It wasn't aggressive, nor was it clear. But there was something there. An excessive care, a proximity that bordered on intimacy, even if wrapped in the same facade as always.

The strange thing was that this intimacy had never existed. They'd never been close. Not like that. And yet, Jake acted as if there were something between them that only he remembered. As if he were just resuming a familiarity that had never truly been built.

Y/n looked away, as if trying to regain control of his own space. But even without meeting his gaze directly, he knew Jake was still there, firm, smiling as if everything were perfectly in order.

And maybe it was. Or maybe not.

But in that world, that was the rule: you could never be certain of anything.

The night wore on, and gradually the number of guests began to dwindle. Those who knew the right time to leave—before the shine turned to weariness—began saying goodbye with soft hugs and empty promises of "see you soon." Y/n took the opportunity to circulate a bit more, exchange some basic pleasantries here and there, maintain the social posture he knew by heart.

But as the room emptied, other presences took up the space—more intense, more distracted. Certain substances began appearing naturally, passing between familiar hands, hidden behind loose laughter and wandering gazes. And suddenly, it all felt like too much.

Y/n needed air.

He wasn't the type to make a scene, much less allow himself vulnerabilities in public. So without anyone noticing, he slipped down one of the hallways until he found a slightly ajar door. He entered silently. It was one of the bedrooms—well-decorated, immaculate, almost impersonal, like the rest of the penthouse. He closed the door behind him and sat on the bed. A few seconds later, he lay down.

He wasn't exactly unwell. But he wasn't fine either. Everything felt stifling, as if the air had grown thicker. Jake's insistent gaze all night, the never-empty glass, the conversations that always demanded a response, a reaction, a version of himself. It was too much.

His head throbbed silently. The ceiling seemed farther away than it should. For a few minutes, Y/n let his mind go blank, float, trying to organize what he felt—or perhaps just distance himself from what he didn't want to think about.

And then, the door opened.

At first, Y/n didn't even register it. He was somewhere outside himself, numb, as if the world beyond had slowed to a crawl. He only realized he wasn't alone anymore when he heard the voice—low and sweet, almost too careful.

"Hey, Y/n?"

Jake.

He was there, beside the bed, his gaze too gentle for someone who—as far as anyone knew—never got this close. His presence, unexpectedly near, cut through the silence like a whisper loaded with something Y/n couldn't yet name.

And even as his body sank deeper into the mattress, motionless, his mind was now alert.

Because in that world, nothing happened by accident. Not even sincere concern. If that's what this was.

"Are you okay?"

Y/n nodded almost reflexively, his voice stuck in his throat.

"Just... not feeling too well," he murmured, quiet, as if speaking louder would upset what little stability remained. It wasn't a lie. His body felt too heavy, his head spun at an odd rhythm, and everything around him seemed slightly out of focus.

Jake didn't answer right away. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on Y/n with an intensity that seemed kind but was something more. There was something hidden there—a concern that wasn't just concern.

"You drank too much," he said, almost accusatory. Then, softer: "Should've told me you weren't feeling well."

Y/n frowned slightly, trying to understand why, exactly, that would be Jake's responsibility. But he said nothing. Couldn't.

Jake continued:

"Enjoying the party?"

The question was simple, but loaded with expectation. Y/n blinked slowly, fighting to keep his eyes open. Before he could answer, Jake spoke again, his voice still low, sweet... but now a little tighter.

"Saw you talking a lot with that guy..." He tilted his head slightly. "You hook up with someone?"

Y/n took too long to process. The question felt misplaced, invasive. As if they were having a different conversation in a different context. He tried to sit up a little, but his body still weighed him down. And then he felt it.

That initial concern—so delicate—now sounded like something else. Control disguised as care. A subtle demand hidden in a sweet tone. As if every word had been chosen to seem harmless but carried something heavier underneath.

Jake kept his fingers there, lightly stroking Y/n's cheek. As if marking his presence. As if reminding Y/n—without saying it aloud—who was here, who had always been watching.

"Just wanna know if you had fun... with me around," he said, still wearing that contained smile.

It wasn't just curiosity. It was something between a warning and a reminder.

Y/n's stomach turned. His head was still foggy, his body still heavy, and now Jake was too close, too demanding. He was smiling, but it wasn't the same smile as before.

And in that moment, it became clear: this wasn't concern. It was surveillance.

And worst of all—Jake didn't seem at all inclined to leave.

Y/n shifted, restless. The discomfort wasn't just emotional anymore—it was physical. Jake's presence seemed to fill more space than the room allowed. What had been a quiet bedroom now felt claustrophobic. The air was thin. With a silent effort, Y/n tried to sit up, to push away the weight of the situation.

But the moment his elbows left the mattress, Jake acted.

One hand shoved him back down against the bed. Not a subtle gesture—direct, firm, making it clear this wasn't about care. It was control.

"Stay down."

The words were still polite, but the tone betrayed the tension beneath the facade. Jake's face remained aligned with the image of the perfect heir, the composed scion of old politics. But his eyes said something else: impatience, dominance. Something that wanted more than answers—it wanted certainty that Y/n knew his place.

Y/n stared up at him, surprised, his body still hesitant. His mind, muddled by alcohol and the night's atmosphere, struggled to process this clearly, but the alarm bells were ringing now. This was far from a normal conversation.

Jake leaned in, bracing one arm beside Y/n's head, closing even more of the space between them. His posture was carefully relaxed. But the proximity was invasive.

"You didn't answer my question." The words came sharp, with the coldness of someone who wouldn't tolerate being ignored. Not a request. A demand. "Did you hook up with anyone tonight?"

Y/n's silence was taken as provocation.

Jake didn't back off. If anything, he pressed closer.

"Because..." He murmured, that tense smile still on his lips, "honestly, I don't get what you're still looking for out there."

Then came the gesture that sealed it. Jake's hand went straight to Y/n's hair. His fingers moved slowly, almost as if fixing something out of place. But nothing was out of place—it was just an excuse to touch. An intimacy too familiar for the superficial relationship they had. Almost possessive. Almost a warning.

"You know there's no one here like me."

His voice stayed quiet, but weighted. There was a tension there, masked by the same veneer of good manners as always. Not an offhand comment. This was territorial.

Y/n swallowed hard.

The music, the laughter, the voices from the party seemed to have vanished. Everything now revolved around that presence—suffocating, constant. Jake was here. Too close. Too firm. And still smiling.

But there was nothing harmless in that smile anymore.

Suddenly, the hand that had been stroking Y/n's hair slid down to his face—fingers firm, pressing into the sides of his jaw, forcing him to maintain eye contact.

"Cat got your fucking tongue?"

The question cut through the air like a slap. No more polish, no more well-bred heir persona. Jake's mask had slipped, and what remained was pure, aggressive, direct control. The entire room seemed to shrink under the weight of those words.

Y/n looked away, his pulse racing, body rigid under a touch that was no longer ambiguous.

"Jake... you're drunk," he said, voice low, hesitant.

But it was obvious Jake was completely sober where it counted. His gaze was steady, his speech firm, his movements coldly calculated. No confusion or clumsiness in his actions—just intent.

Jake didn't respond.

Instead, his fingers trailed down, slow and deliberate, to the first button of Y/n's white shirt. He began undoing them, one by one, without hurry, as if exploring territory he already considered his.

The silence between them grew heavy, suffocating. The room remained isolated from the rest of the world, time seeming to slow. The tension was palpable—and above all, dangerous.

Because Jake knew exactly what he was doing. And he made sure Y/n knew that here, he set the pace.

The air in the bedroom grew thick, charged with the scent of expensive whiskey and Jake's woody cologne. His fingers—always so careful in public—now worked with brutal efficiency on Y/n's buttons, like a merchant unwrapping a package he already owned.

"Bet sluts like you love attention, don't you?" Jake murmured, his voice dripping like poisoned honey. His breath was hot against Y/n's face as he leaned closer. "Show up and suddenly everything has to be about you, huh?"

The second button came undone with an almost inaudible snap. Jake smiled, his dark amber eyes glinting with a light that didn't belong to the room.

"Think a little toy can go around denying what its owner decides?" The word "owner" came out like a whip, just as his fingers found the waistband of Y/n's pants.

Y/n tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond—whether from the alcohol, the shock, or something deeper he refused to name. Jake chuckled low, the sound vibrating against Y/n's neck.

"Look at you," he whispered, the zipper sliding down with an obscene noise in the quiet room. "Don't even need help. Already know your place."

His hand slipped beneath the fabric, finding heated skin. Jake exhaled, as if rediscovering something long lost.

"All this time pretending you didn't want it..." His grip tightened possessively, making Y/n arch. "But your body always knew the truth, didn't it?"

The touch was both intimate and cruel, as if Jake weren't exploring but verifying what he already owned. His eyes never left Y/n's face, watching every microexpression like a scientist observing an experiment.

"Should've seen your face when I invited you," he continued, fingers now toying with Y/n's waistband, pushing it down in slow, deliberate motions. "Everyone watching. Everyone knowing." A calculated pause. "You liked it, didn't you? Knowing I wanted you here."

Y/n tried to speak, but only a rough sound escaped. Jake smiled, satisfied.

"Don't answer." His free hand gripped Y/n's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "We've got all night for you to learn to say 'thank you.'"

Y/n froze, his body tense yet strangely pliant, as if some deep part of him already understood resistance was futile. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing uneven, his gaze locked on Jake's face—half desire, half dominion.

Jake didn't waste time.

With one rough motion, he yanked Y/n's pants down, exposing him to the cool air of the bedroom. He was already hard, precum glistening at the tip, and Jake didn't hesitate—he gripped the back of Y/n's neck and shoved his cock down that warm throat in one thrust.

"Open wider, whore," Jake snarled, fingers tangling in Y/n's hair as he pushed deeper, making him gag. Spit spilled from the corners of his mouth, tears springing to his eyes, but Jake gave no quarter.

"That's it, take it all, you fucking slut," Jake groaned, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt, his coarse pubes grinding against Y/n's nose. "This what you wanted? All that attention?"

Y/n could barely breathe, his hands fisting the sheets, his body trembling between shock and submission. But for some reason, he didn't fight. Didn't try to shove Jake away. Just accepted it, as if some part of him had always known this was inevitable.

Jake grinned, triumphant, yanking Y/n's head back to stare into his eyes while fucking his mouth without mercy.

"Gonna swallow every drop, pretty boy. Every last one."

Y/n didn't realize when he started sucking in earnest. It was instinctive, like his body knew what to do even as his mind scrambled to process. His lips sealed around Jake's cock, tongue lapping at the salty precum as his head began to move, trying to please.

Jake let out a ragged moan, his grip tightening in Y/n's hair.

"Fuck, you learn fast," he growled, pulling Y/n's head back just to slam forward again, dragging his cock over that willing tongue. "Already sucking like a trained little cockslut."

Y/n could barely think, his body hot and pliant, but when Jake thrust deep again, forcing his throat to open, he choked, tears spilling over. Drool dripped down his chin, making an even bigger mess, but Jake didn't stop.

"Swallow it, bitch," he ordered, pounding into Y/n's mouth with brutal strokes. "Take it."

When Jake finally pulled out, leaving Y/n gasping and dripping, he grabbed his chin, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Now that you've got the mouth down," Jake murmured, rubbing the head of his cock over Y/n's swollen lips, "time you learned how to take a cock in that tight little ass."

Y/n's eyes widened, but Jake was already hauling him up by the hips, flipping him onto his stomach like a doll.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispered, spitting into his palm and slicking himself up. "I'll make it fit."

And Y/n, somehow, already knew there was no choice left.

When Y/n blinked, he was on his stomach, fingers clawing at the obscenely expensive silk sheets of Jake's bed. His tailored slacks—the ones that cost more than a waiter's monthly salary—were bunched around his knees, trapping him like fabric handcuffs, leaving only his ass exposed to the dim bedroom light. His skin prickled with awareness as Jake positioned himself behind him, a predator moving in for the final strike.

Jake took his time. Spitting into his own hand with a crudeness that would've been vulgar anywhere else but here, in this locked penthouse bedroom, felt as natural as pouring an 18-year-old whiskey. His wet fingers rubbed over Y/n's tight hole, making him shiver.

"Gonna hurt less if you relax," Jake murmured, his voice equal parts threat and promise, as the thick head of his cock pressed against resistant muscle. "Still gonna hurt, though."

When he pushed in, it was like a banker closing a hostile deal—slow enough to be deliberate, hard enough to brook no negotiation. Y/n bit back a scream, his fingers destroying the expensive sheets, his teeth sinking into his own bottom lip until he tasted blood.

Jake gave him a cruelly short moment to adjust, his hands gripping Y/n's hips like handles. When he started moving, every thrust was a lesson, a territorial claim.

"Look at you," Jake rasped, watching Y/n's body give way beneath him, molding to his. "All prim and proper at the party, and now?" A sharp snap of his hips. "Just a ruined little slut on my cock."

Y/n tried to muffle his moans in the pillow, but Jake yanked his head back by the hair, forcing out a broken sound.

Jake wasn't gentle.

Every movement was a declaration, a brand made with his entire body—as if he needed to carve the truth into Y/n's skin: he was owned now.

And against all reason, Y/n stopped resisting.

The sounds spilling from his lips weren't protests anymore, but surrender, need. Broken, shameless, desperate—as if every noise was another piece of his defiance being ripped away.

This wasn't the Jake he knew. This was someone darker, more possessive, more real. And no matter how much Y/n tried not to think about it, his body responded like it had always belonged to him.

"Such a pretty little thing," Jake growled, crushing their mouths together in a wet, sloppy kiss. Spit smeared across Y/n's lips, mixing them together. "Finally admitting you're just a whore, huh?"

The pace turned punishing, each thrust deeper, harder, more claiming. Jake dug his fingers into Y/n's jaw, marking the bone beneath.

"Gonna come together, yeah?" His voice was rough, wrecked with lust. "Know you're close. Be a good toy for me."

Y/n could feel his own orgasm building, his body tightening in response to Jake’s relentless rhythm. He was so close—so close—and Jake knew it, his thrusts growing sharper, more erratic.

"Come on, baby," Jake panted against his ear, his voice breaking. "Come with me."

And then it hit them both at once—Y/n’s body arched, his release crashing over him like a wave, his moan muffled against the sheets. Jake followed instantly, burying himself deep as he came, his groan raw and unfiltered against Y/n’s skin.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing, the heat between them, the weight of Jake’s body pressing Y/n into the mattress.

Then, as if flipping a switch, Jake moved.

"Should go say goodbye to everyone," he said, his voice already smoothing back into the perfect host's cadence, like the last hour never happened. He stood, his cock still glistening where it brushed Y/n's thigh, and cleaned up with a casual swipe, like an artist wiping his hands after a painting. "Can't just disappear."

Y/n didn't answer. Couldn't. Just closed his eyes, his body heavy, his mind hazy.

Jake smiled, adjusting his shirt, his hair, everything back into place.

"Get some rest, okay?" Soft, almost tender. "I'll be back soon." A pause. "You were such a good boy. Did so well."

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

From outside, Jake's voice carried, bright and animated, mixing with the remaining guests' laughter, the clink of champagne flutes, the soft music. As if nothing had changed. As if he were still just the perfect Jake everyone knew.

And Y/n, as sleep pulled him under, couldn't tell which version was real anymore.

Or if, in the end, they both were.

note: hey! that's my first time writing something like this, so please be nice :) english is not my first language, so im sorry if something sounds off or weird! bye

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intitulami · 3 months ago

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Good Top Bad Top — s.jy + p.js

top!park jongseong + top!sim jaeyun x btm!male reader smut (pretty much pwp) 2.6k words

Worn thin by a grueling school project, you and Jake crash at Jay’s place, innocently drifting off to sleep. The stillness of the night soon warps, jolting you awake as Jay defiles you. Suddenly thrust into a threesome, you struggle between Jay’s brutality and Jake’s tenderness.

includes: uhhhhhhhhm just filthy sex between u n two college dudes, the plot’s just for foreplay like irl porn aFKOPZKDF warning: somnophilia, !!NONCON!! (technically dubcon, it just shows up really late after the sex)

You feel suspended in nothingness, drifting in and out of a state of being awake and asleep. The air conditioner blasts through the stillness of Jay’s room, yet your skin prickles with an unnatural heat. Something breathes against you, soft and featherlight, tickling your nape to a rippling shiver down your spine. Then a heavier sensation follows, a weight pressing down across your chest.

Your back feels hot, pinned against something firm and slick—a cock, you realize with a terrifying clarity—grinding lazily against you, a warm and sticky trail sloppily leaving its stains at the small of your back.

“Ah,” a faint sound escapes you, shaky and unintended, as a hand slips beneath the waistband of your shorts. Fingers hungrily roam your skin, brushing the length of your hardening dick before settling on the tip, teasing it with a slow and deliberate swipe of your leaking precum.

“Fuck,” Jay grunts, cutting through the haze. “You wake up too fast.”

You blink your eyes open to darkness, only a faint glow coming from the lampshade on Jay’s nightstand. Textbooks and legal pads sit in uneven stacks beside empty energy drinks and coffee cans, remnants of an exhausting school project just a few hours ago. You twist your head, panic rising in your chest, and you desperately move to push away the fingers squeezing your cock, but Jay’s grip is unyielding. An arm snakes around your neck, a muscled vise tightening just enough to make your breath hitch, while a leg slides over your waist, pinning you to the mattress. You’re trapped, Jay’s breath hot and minty with vape residue against your ear, growling words you can’t decipher.

“Jay,” you gasp, “what the fuck!?”

“Sorry,” he mutters, voice dripping with insincerity, “can’t hold it anymore.”

He drags your shorts down, fabric catching on your thighs, teasingly scraping your skin before sliding free, your cock twitching in the cool air. His lips find your neck, a possessive bite breaking the surface with a faint sting that could only be followed by bruise later on. He lingers, sucking hard, then nips at your jaw, before tracing a wet lick behind your ear. “Fuck,” he mutters against your skin, ragged, “you’re so perfect. So unblemished. Gonna look so good fucked raw. You want that, huh?”

You thrash against him, but Jay’s just too immovable—taller, broader, frame honed by arrogance and strength. His hands roam your body with greed, nails scratching your flesh. Every attempt to break free tightens his grip, fingers digging deeper, your skin blooming purple under his touch as your breaths come shallow.

“Don’t squirm too much,” Jay warns, thick with menace. “Jake might wake up.” He pauses, thigh shifting to press harder. “Or maybe you want that? Want him to see me split your tight ass open? Maybe he’ll want a go too,” he grunts, his hard-on rutting against your bare ass and smearing precum across your behind.

You shake your head in disbelief, the thought of Jake getting tangled in this depravity a nightmare you can’t imagine. Your blurry eyes dart across the room, searching for Jake’s shadow on a spare mattress, chest rising and falling steadily, oblivious. In this supposed overnight project session, he is the innocent third, a potential lifeline you can’t quite reach.

“Stop fighting,” Jay snaps, patience fraying. He aggressively shifts his weight, slamming you face-down into the bed. Your stomach presses into the mattress, satin sheets scraping against your skin; your erection throbs painfully with every slight movement. “You waltz in here,” he grunts, “ass begging for it in these slutty little shorts, and think I’ll just lie here beside you with my dick in my hand?”

The rumors have been lingering around you for months: Jay begging your professor to pair you for this group project, him brushing against you in the halls, a knowing smirk daring you to deny him. You had dismissed it as gossip, chalked it up to his notorious reputation. Jay always got what he wanted, consequences be damned. The sound of a bottle cap pops and the wet, sloppy noise of Jay slicking something follows, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

“Please,” you say, having a good guess of what’s coming next. “Jay, don’t.” Your hands clutch the sheets, knuckles whitening.

“Shut up,” he snarls, and a hand comes down hard on your ass. The pain flares, sharp and immediate, making you bite your lip to stifle a scream, the metallic taste of blood spilling as it splits. But he doesn’t stop, another hit lands. Then another. Then another, each one slower and heavier as your vision blurs with tears. “Sluts like you,” he growls,” get fucked raw. Sluts like you need your pretty little holes ruined.”

Jay’s hands find your hips and he yanks you back, ass up, cock dangling humiliatingly in the cold. You feel his cock tease your hole, circling it, taunting and degrading. “Here it comes,” he coldly laughs, and then he moves, slowly at first. He stretches you in an agonizing pace, pausing to let you feel the burn, the intrusion, before slamming in hard.

It’s massive, filling you beyond any preparation, pain searing as he buries himself balls-deep in brutal thrusts. You choke on a scream, sound lodged in your throat, held back by the sheer surprise.

His cock pulses as your walls clench involuntarily. “So fucking tight,” he groans, savoring how your body adjusts to him. “Sucking me right in. Virgin, huh? Shit, you’re mine now.”

Jay thrusts deep and slow at first, bed frame creaking softly. But he picks up speed in no time, practically slamming against the wall. The slow heat bubbles beneath the pain, your cock leaking a shameful puddle onto the mattress, some pleasure sputtering in the agony despite you fighting against it. “Look at you taking it like a whore, been dreaming of this for so long.”

Fuck Jay. His vape-stink breath, his liquor-soaked arrogance, and his invincible throne. Tell anyone about this and they’d doubt you, or he’d ruin you worse. But Jake is here, you repeat to yourself. Jake, who chose to join your pair as your class was odd-numbered. Jake who’s like a golden retriever, always smiling, always energetic, time always spent on studying and nothing else. One of the very few who could stand against Jay.

Yet, to quote some, sometimes the tame ones suppress worse demons.

Jay grabs your hair in a fist, yanking your head back as his other hand delivers a sharp slap to your face. He grimly laughs as he continues pounding, tilting your head to the man stirring across the room.

Jake’s movements are sluggish as he blinks awake. His face scrunches in the dim light, confusion evident before he understands the scene before him—your ass up, Jay owning you with his fucking, air thick with sweat and sex. His eyes widen, a flicker of shock crossing his face, and he sits up, rubbing his eyes with the heel of hand as if to wake from a dream. But his hand hovers near his crotch, hesitating.

“Just gonna watch or you joining?” Jay taunts. He smacks your ass again, slamming your head back to the pillow beneath your face, muffling your cries. “C’mon, Jake,” he adds, “don’t be a pussy now. You knew this was coming.”

You hear footsteps, then a sinking weight on Jay’s bed. “Man,” Jake whispers, “I… I didn’t think it’d be like this. You sure he’s okay with it?”

Your stomach twists as the sinking realiztion dawns—Jake’s in on it? You try your hardest to keep your eyes open, desperate to understand the situation. “Jake,” you rasp, voice raw, eyes on level with Jake’s growing bulge, a wet spot darkening the front. “Please.” You don’t even know anymore if it’s a call for help or an invitation.

Jake’s hands decide to cradle your face and your eyes meet his, and for a moment he freezes, expression softening. “Shit, okay,” he mutters. “Take it off for me?” he asks, almost pleading, a sick contrast to Jay snarling behind you as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

Your hands tremble, thighs quaking, but you reach for Jake’s sweatpants, fingers fumbling. Jake pulls your hands to his waist, a smile on his face as he helps you tug it down. His cock springs free—hairless, veins bulging faintly, shorter but thicker than Jay’s, precum beading at the tip. You inhale as you take it in your mouth, the salty taste hitting as it slides past your lips. A hand settles in your hair, combing it gently amidst the chaos.

“Good boy,” Jake murmurs as you jerk the base of his dick with your hand, drool spilling down your chin. “Wanna fuck your throat,” he says, voice sickeningly sweet. “Can I?” His eyes search yours, a last flicker of doubt lingering, but you’re too far gone to refuse, nodding slowly as Jake tightens his grip on your head.

You gag as his cock reaches the back of your throat, spit beginning to bubble at the corners of your mouth. He pauses, thumb wiping your tears so tenderly. “You’re doing so well, babe,” he soothes, as he pushes past with a slow and steady thrust. “You’re so good at this,” he heaves, hips rocking to an even rhythm that offsets Jay’s pace.

“What a fucking softie,” Jay mocks, spitting on your back and smearing it. “You love it like that, slut?” he sneers. “Say you love it, you fucking slut.”

You choke on the words, muffled by the cock lodged in your throat. “I love it,” you think you screamed, but the sound is barely heard against the moaning and groaning, the filthy squelch of you being defiled.

“Don’t listen to him,” Jake murmurs, a twisted comfort as he slides even deeper down your throat. “You’re doing this for me, yeah? My good boy.”

Jay’s brutality breaks you, yet Jake’s gentleness keeps you bound. He pauses, pulls out, but leaves his cock hanging on your tongue. He brushes a strand of hair fom your face. “You don’t hate me, do you?” he asks, waiting for an answer as you catch your breath.

“I don’t know,” you slur, only for Jay to roughly thrust forward, jolting you back into sucking Jake’s cock.

“Gonna cum, gonna fill this hole up,” Jay growls, he leans over you, chest slick with sweat against your back. His thrusts turn erratic, each one a deeper plunge. “Take it all, you slut,” he snarls, slamming in one last time to unload with a guttural groan. Thick spurts flood your ass as he grinds through it, the excess dripping down your thighs in a shameful trickle. Your body betrays you, shuddering as your cock spurts in tandem with him.

Jay pulls out, cum and lube oozing from your hole. He smacks it one last time. “Fucking mine,” he pants, collapsing beside you with a triumphant smirk.

Jake nudges Jay aside. “My turn,” he says, rolling you onto your back with a careful motion. He spreads your legs, fingers brushing your cum-filled hole as he positions himself. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, holding your gaze as he slides in. There is no resistance to be found, your body and soul already spent. “Relax,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead as he begins to rock into you unhurriedly.

“Jake,” you whimper. His lips graze yours, a rare intimacy that pulls your presence back in.

“I’ve got you, I’m not like Jay,” he whispers. His lips trail down your neck with soft pecks, as if trying to heal the bruises Jay left. “I know you didn’t want it this rough, but you’re so tough, taking us both like this.”

Jake leans back, hands sliding across your torso, smearing sweat and cum along the way. He ends on your cock, playing with the cum on the tip with his thumb as you squirm in oversensitivity, trying to wake it up from its limp state.

“You don’t hate me, right?” he repeats the question, manipulative eyes pleading.

“I trusted—” you start, voice cracking, but he thrusts deeper, a purposeful push to cut you off.

“I’m here to soften the blow,” he insists, tone firm as he holds your eyes. “I’m different, babe. Tell me you feel it,” he says, languidly stroking your cock to his pace.

“I… feel it,” you mutter, broken and reluctant, feeling yourself approaching another forced climax.

Jay watches from beside you, propped on an elbow, grinning as he strokes himself. “Fucked him stupid,” he laughs, “got him so hooked.” He reaches over, pinching and twisting your nipple until you gasp.

“Shut up,” you rasp, but Jake’s hand turns your face to him.

“Ignore him,” he says. “I’m better, aren’t I? Tell me.” Jake’s gentle voice doesn’t make sense in this situation. Your cock being abused, your hole dripping with cum, his cock owning you with a sweet rhythm as he chases his release—is Jake really any better?

“Please,” he adds, voice faltering, “tell me you don’t hate me for this.”

“I don’t,” you whisper.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” he groans, stroking you harder. “Gonna cum, gonna fill you up too.”

With a shuddering cry, he slams into you, his cum mixing with Jay’s, leaking out and pooling beneath you. Your body arches, a pathetic spurt of cum dribbling from you as you collapse, the room falling into a heavy, exhausted silence. The lamp flickers off, your breathing slowing down back to normal. Before you totally drift off to sleep once again, you feel a kiss to your temple.

—

It wasn’t a dream. Your ass stings with each move you make, the sheets beneath you are tangled and staff, crusted with dried cum and sweat. Despite the bruises and scratches, your body is clean, just the ache of the night prior remaining. You’re still in Jay’s bed, naked body now pressed close to Jake, arm draped over your waist, breath hot against your neck. Jay has moved to the spare mattress, sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his face as he snores.

Jake wakes up first, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he squints at you. “Morning, cutie,” he murmurs, voice husky.

Jay stirs next, rolling onto his side. “Fuck,” he grumbles, “too early for this shit.” His eyes find you, smirking as he takes in your disheveled and marked body. “Look at you fucked out. Too hot.”

You ease yourself up to sit against the headboard, wincing as pain shoots through your back. Jake notices, a hand reaching out to your wrist. “Take it easy, yeah?”

“I’m good,” you yawn as you stretch your arms overhead, a few bones cracking. “Almost forgot it, you know? That whole threesome thing you pitched. Figured you were too tired to bother after all the stress.” A faint smirk tugs at your lips as you glance between them.

Jay chuckles, standing with a stretch as well, bare torso flexing under the sunlight. “Well, you said you wanted to make the project fun,” he says, “said you wanted to be surprised.” He steps closer to the bed, grinning. “Breakfast? I’m starving.”

Jake pulls you closer, resting his head on your lap. He squints up at Jay and teases, “Yeah, you cook something up while we cuddle here.”

Jay snorts, “How about you clean up the mess? We’re gonna have to burn these sheets.”

“Sorry,” Jake murmurs, tracing the scratches on your thighs. “We were too rough.”

“It’s okay,” you say, patting Jake’s head. “Your puppy eyes won me then and now.”

“You’re gonna make me vomit, I swear,” Jay groans, rolling his eyes as heads for the door. “Pancakes sound good?”

You nod, leaning your head against the headboard lazily. “Greasy and sticky sweet please.”

“Like us last night, yeah?”

“Ugh, gross.”

author’s note: belated april fools y’all ;3

— moriwood.

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intitulami · 3 months ago

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brought the heat back [heeseung x male reader]

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NSFW - If you're a minor, i literally do not care. Just dont let ur mom catch u or whatever 🤷‍♂️ Requested by: @jeongincity

Synopsis: When the new guy, Sunoo, decides to move into the neighbourhood, M/n takes it upon himself to help out where he can, helping him get used to the place and even unpack some boxes. M/n's friend, Heeseung, doesn't like that at all. He feels as though he was M/n's first friend and that Sunoo is just in the way, so he becomes needy and eventually gets a reaction from M/n. What will happen when Heeseung has a moment alone with M/n?

Top! M/n

Bottom! Heeseung

Smut, w/lil bit of angst

Jealousy, sexual tension

Swear words

3k words

"Right... there!" Sunoo groaned as he and M/n set down a particularly heavy box next to the couch of the developing living room. The two men let out an exasperated sigh, taking a moment to look back at their shared piece of work as Sunoo’s house began to finally become somewhat coherent and take shape as a house. "Well, that was the last one," cooed Sunoo. "Seems like we're done for the day huh?"

"Better be," M/n responded, arms sore. "It's already 5pm. You don't wanna be late." M/n smiled, exhaling a prolonged breath, showing that he wasn’t breathing whilst lifting the box.

“Shit, you’re right. When did I tell Sunghoon I’d be over?” Sunoo gasped, dusting his yellow plaid flannel and white t-shirt off, before moving to the thighs of his light blue jeans. He smelled faintly of cardboard and dust accumulation, but was probably gonna shower at Sunghoon’s. It was M/n’s idea, for Sunoo to rest up at Sunghoon’s already developed house so he could catch his breath and return after a few days to finish up the own house with M/n. M/n was actually mutuals with Sunoo cause of Sunghoon, and when he heard Sunoo was moving into the neighbourhood, he’d decided to help out.

“6 O’Clock” You responded. “You got time.”

“Oh, thank god.” Sunoo chuckled. “Seriously M/n, you carried. I’ve gotta get into working out like you.”

“C’mon, I got built, for like- what, only a year ago? And I’ve not hit the gym for three weeks.” M/n chuckled sheepishly. Last Friday, M/n’s abs were nowhere to be seen, so whenever he hit the gym for the next few days, he did ab targeted workouts until it hurt to laugh, and only then did they finally come back. A few years back, M/n was quite slender, and now, he was proud to have been on the built side rather than the skinny side.

“Shut up, you’ve got biceps. And a chest. It’s not the best, but it’s my goal.” Sunoo shrugged.

“Give yourself a few months, you’ll get there if you’re consistent.” M/n smiled at him.

“Thanks so much for today, M/n.” He leaned in for a hug, the both of them indifferent to the fact that he was probably getting dust all over M/n’s black jeans and navy graphic shirt with a Lana Del Rey pattern on it. M/n reciprocated, and only then did he see Heeseung standing in the hallway, looking at the two with a hint of irritation.

He wore a grey ‘Nirvana’ graphic tee and black sweatpants, an orange zip-up hoodie tied around his waist, indicating that he’d been helping out in the house. M/n forgot Heeseung was even in the house with them, because he’d just been so odd nowadays. Always bickering with or being passive-aggressive towards him and primarily Sunoo, who didn’t mind of course, but it was still odd. Heeseung had been called a lot of things in his life; cocky, opinionated, flirtatious, horny, resolute, ambitious – but never rude. Even now, rude didn’t suit him and he was still helping out. But he’d unpack boxes, broom floors, or anything like that by himself, forlorn in another room.

After the hug, M/n gave Heeseung a nod, and Heeseung returned a lacklustre one back. Sunoo turned to look at who it was, and when he saw Heeseung, it was difficult to understand the look on his face. It was somewhere along the lines of diplomacy, with a lean towards a look of tolerance.

“Heeseung, we’re all done. Sunoo’s off to Sunghoon’s.” M/n said, his tone casual. M/n and Sunoo had the maturity to be positive around Heeseung, and sometimes managed to get a laugh out of him. It sometimes got a bit challenging especially because the ‘rude’ Heeseung wasn’t who M/n knew him to be.

“Who’s Sunghoon?” Heeseung asked, a bit short of interested.

“The friend whose house I said I was gonna crash at.” Sunoo nodded, smiling softly.

“Ah.” Heeseung nodded, coming closer to the two, but still kept a notable distance. “Well, that’s good for you, huh?” He asked, devoid of emotion.

“No, real. I’m ready to pass the fuck out.” Sunoo said, being polite despite Heeseung’s attitude. But he couldn’t keep the eye contact with Heeseung, so he looked at M/n instead. Noticing this, M/n intervened.

“Should we see you off?” M/n asked, and Sunoo and Heeseung nodded. Sunoo began to reach for the car keys in his bowl, which rested on the soon-to-be-filled-up TV table.

TIME SKIP...

Sunoo started his car as M/n and Heeseung stood on the sidewalk, the setting sun casting a balmy glow on them. With the rev of his small Toyota, Sunoo began to take off slowly, tires squelching against the stone floor as he looked to either side of the road, taking off once it was safe. M/n waved him off and sighed in accomplishment and fatigue. When he turned to his right, Heeseung was looking at his phone for what M/n hoped was only after Sunoo left. As Sunoo drove off into the unknowable distance, M/n spoke up.

“Are you staying at mine or…?” M/n asked. Heeseung lived right across, which is why M/n got him to help out with Sunoo. The two were always close even before Sunoo came, and even though they two were off nowadays, M/n still wanted him to try to be chill with him.

“Yeah, sure.” He responded casually. Heeseung always calmed down when Sunoo was gone. Come to think of it, even when helping set up his house, Heeseung acted different when Sunoo wasn’t nearby.

He’d act jealous, and the M/n and Heeseung would get caught in weird situations. Once, Heeseung was sitting on the kitchen slab while Sunoo needed to use the bathroom, and pulled M/n close between his legs, telling him to focus more on him. Another time, he pulled M/n to the bathroom, and pushed him against the wall, telling M/n that he wanted him to get a grip.

He’d also position himself suggestively in front of M/n whenever he was nearby, making advances when Sunoo was gone, then randomly distancing. M/n wasn’t sure about a lot of it. So when the two entered the house, and Heeseung was more disinterested in M/n than usual, M/n decided to speak up about it.

“Okay, Heeseung-” Before M/n could finish, Heeseung interrupted.

“What?” He asked indignantly. M/n didn’t like that at all. It felt pejorative and uncalled for. Heeseung walked to the kitchen without a single worry in the world, scrolling uninterestedly on his phone. It only served to heighten how incredulous M/n felt.

“Heeseung, explain this shit,” M/n didn’t mean to transcend into a heated argument just yet, but Heeseung was making it very difficult to remain composed, and M/n wasn’t one to succumb to someone just cause they were a bit masculine – he wasn’t that feminine himself at all. “Why are you being so pissy to Sunoo? Don’t you like helping people out? Fuck, every time you help me out it really makes you feel like the man.”

“M/n, can you get off my dick, for fucks sake?” He responded. Now, M/n wasn’t that kind of person, but sometimes Heeseung just argued like a man. And not in a good way. He and M/n both were more masculine then feminine, albeit a good blend of both, but Heeseung argued like a frat boy. That’s where his masculinity was quite prominent. M/n hated it.

“Rich coming from you, isn’t it?” M/n asked, snatching Heeseung’s phone and sliding over to the far side of the kitchen slab. Heeseung was pressed up against the slab facing M/n, and even though he was looking down on him due to the slight height difference, M/n never wavered. “What’s the random shit you’ve been pulling- the secret hookups basically? Now, I’ll be honest, I knew there was something going on between us, but- hello? Whiplash? One second you’re being a dick, the next, you’re a pair of jeans away from mine?”

“Okay, and?” M/n hated that phrase; it was stupid no matter who said it, but it always won. “You’re the one being a dickrider for Sunoo’s little gay ass.”

“Yeah, and you’re bi, so Sunoo could argue you can’t pick a side.” M/n hissed, and Heeseung scoffed, moving closer to M/n in defiance.

“Look at you, you care about Sunoo more than you do about me. You know that he’s nothing like me, don’t you?” Heeseung growled.

“I don’t care about him more than- what? There’s no hierarchy of friends, Heeseung. We’ve known each other long enough to know that we don’t fuck with that. You think me helping out my mutuals changes my liking for you?” M/n spat back.

“You sure act like it. I did that ‘weird’ shit to show you I’m better.”

“Heeseung, listen to yourself. I don’t even know Sunoo that well, fuck do you mean who’s better? Why are you being so needy?” M/n said, and he ended up finding the exact word for it. Heeseung was being needy. “What, are you fucking jealous?”

“Yes, I’m fucking jealous!” Heeseung barked, and M/n had to bite down a flinch, given how he responded without a single second to spare.

“You said it yourself, there’s obviously some shit going on between us, normal people don’t do the fucking stuff that we do.” Heeseung hissed. Truly, M/n and Heeseung had done things that friends wouldn’t usually do. They had made out when they were drunk, and touched each other pretty suggestively in the past, but thought nothing of it; they were more crude than most friends, so they chalked it up as a side effect of their personalities.

“And even if you did that shit with others, would they do it the way I do?” Heeseung asked, voice dropping an octave, his body closing the gap between him and M/n. M/n didn’t stop him, given the tension. This is what Heeseung would do each time.

He brought the heat back, yet again. And this time, M/n couldn’t put out the flame in time. But secretly, he never wanted to.

“What are you trying to say, Heeseung?” M/n asked, his voice a little hoarse.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Heeseung responded, the developing blush becoming notable through his pale skin. “I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me all this time. You were just too slow to get it.”

“Careful,” M/n responded, his hands slithering towards Heeseung’s ass. “Slow isn’t the word I’d be using in a minute if I was you.”

Heeseung moaned softly, biting his lip as M/n reached to cup his lean ass, enjoying how perfectly it fit in his hands. “Hmph. You make me so touch deprived that I don’t even believe you.”

“You’re gonna regret saying that. You’d better take it like the man you’re trying so hard to be with all this talk.” M/n smirked. It was arousing to M/n that someone who seemed so dominant would consider being submissive. M/n expected that when they’d try something intimate, Heeseung would be the more dominant one. But M/n didn’t hate this at all. Rather, he’d savour it.

“Getting tense, M/n?” Heeseung asked, seeing the roles reversed and M/n winging now. “Same goes for you; you’ve gotta fuck me like a man.”

“Bet.” M/n breathed out, longing for their upcoming tryst.

Without another word, they began to make out passionately, M/n’s jeans feeling tighter around his crotch as he grew erect. His hands travelled over Heeseung’s small ass, whispering against the sweatpants as they glided smoothly over it, giving it a firm squeeze. M/n wasn’t gonna end it there, though. He was gonna teach Heeseung a lesson.

M/n began to kiss more roughly, his tongue invading Heeseung’s mouth, as he pushed him closer towards the counter, forcing Heeseung to sit on it. Heeseung became out of breath, gasping and moaning into M/n’s lips. His eyebrows were knitted tightly in arousal and the need for air as his eyes were jammed shut. Lucky for M/n, he took a big breath beforehand. Heeseung started to see what M/n was doing, and how rough he was getting.

M/n occasionally took detours to Heeseung’s neck or collarbone, leaving mulberry marks of lust on his body. He slowly began to remove Heeseung’s T-shirt, exposing a body that was well built, with an outline of abs and firm pecs. As M/n sucked on his skin and nipples, Heeseung began letting out whiny, desperate moans.

After leaving bite-marks and hickeys all over his peer, M/n began to unbutton his own pants, letting them hang below his slender bum as he began to take out his cock from his underwear. Heeseung bit his lips, legs spread open as his own bulge became increasingly apparent through the outline of his sweatpants under the bright kitchen light.

“Bend over the counter.” M/n instructed, and Heeseung smirked as he dismounted the counter and leaned forward, leaving a bit of space between his crotch and the slab, feeling as M/n loosened the knot of his sweatpants from behind. Heeseung shuddered, the only clothes on him being the pants that fell to his ankles, whilst M/n’s still had his jeans hanging just below his ass.

Heeseung left no room for hesitation as he bent over, arching his back, his ass stretched mesmerizingly taut as his dick sprung alive.

Without warning, M/n inserted his entire length right into Heeseung, thrusting with a brutal slam. The wet sound of skin slapping and squelching filled up the kitchen as Heeseung let out an erotic yelp, eyes widening in surprise at the sensation. The feeling of M/n’s raw, pumping meat, fiercely coursing through Heeseung’s ass even with the resistance of his tight walls allowed the two to be consumed by lust.

That’s when Heeseung realised maybe he did sign up for more than he asked, but nevertheless, thoroughly enjoyed it. The room was filled with Heeseung’s silky voice taking a seductively submissive turn as he moaned like M/n wanted him to.

“Fuck.. M/n..!” Heeseung gasped, mouth agape and eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. Heeseung wasn’t able to finish the sentence, instead drooling and moaning amorously. “Don’t stop… p-please…!”

M/n chuckled at the sight, releasing a few aroused groans as he put his hand on the inside of Heeseung’s thigh, guiding it upwards so that his legs were spread wide, one of them being used to hold himself up, and the other one to his side, simply to arouse M/n.

M/n rubbed his thigh as he pumped deep into Heeseung, feeling a light tingle from the slight hair on his thigh. He was perfect, and the best fuck ever. “Who’s on who’s dick now, huh?” M/n whispered to Heeseung, leaning over to meet Heeseung’s shoulderblade in a wet, sloppy kiss. Heeseung slightly turned his head to face M/n, his eyebrows raised and knitted closely together in a beautiful desire.

“Fuck…” Heeseung managed to breathily chuckle at M/n’s comment, before yelping as M/n thrusted deeper and deeper, hitting his prostrate every now and then.

M/n watched Heeseung’s ass with every thrust, giving it a firm smack, causing Heeseung to let out another whiny moan.

“Such a good fucktoy.” M/n cooed, making Heeseung melt. “I love fucking your ass, baby.” He groaned, letting out a moan at the tightness of Heeseung’s ass.

Gradually, Heeseung began to release, shuddering with the intensity of his climax, eyes rolled back into his brain as he let out a whine of pleasure, cum sprinkling all over the slab and floor. But M/n wasn’t done.

M/n exited Heeseung with a wet pop, grabbed him and turned him so they faced each other, and re-inserted himself into Heeseung as the he wrapped his legs around M/n, his arms intertwined desperately on M/n’s neck.

“I’m not done just yet, baby.” M/n licked his lips, kissing Heeseung one last time and letting him catch a break before relentlessly pumping into him. As he started up again, Heeseung began to release a series of gradually more sirenic moans, parallelling the intestity of M/n’s thrusts. Eventually, as Heeseung bounced his cute little ass on M/n’s cock, M/n began to reach his climax, saving a few final, and brutal pumps into Heeseung to make this count.

“Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum..” M/n groaned.

“Me too… Ahh..!” Heeseung began to scream, whining as he was relentlessly thrust into.

Eventually, with a few hardcore thrusts, and Heeseungs prepossessing whines, M/n released a huge load into Heeseung, the warm and sticky liquid filling him up. M/n laid him on his back on the kitchen counter again, and Heeseung could feel the stickiness of his previous release on the small of his back. As M/n pulled out, a wet trail of cum followed. The two kissed passionately once again.

“Jesus.” Heeseung breathed out, exasperated, causing the two to burst into laughter.

“How was it?” M/n asked, leaning over the counter to rest his chin on Heeseung’s chest.

“Fucking amazing.” Heeseung said, raising a hand and running it through M/n’s hair. The two boys chuckled a little, decompressing a little from the intense moment they just had.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they caught their breath.

“Heeseung?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not replaceable, you know?” M/n spoke, kissing his chest a bit.

Heeseung let out a small chuckle. He didn’t say it, putting on that same masculine facade, but it was clear he appreciated it. A lot, actually. M/n knew him well enough to understand that.

“We gotta clean this mess up.” M/n laughed.

“I know,” Heeseung whined, sitting up. “But can’t we just sit like this for a bit?”

M/n chuckled, looking at the man infront of him with amiableness. “Five minutes.”

Heeseung let out a chuckle. “Deal.” He responded.

The two put their heads together, foreheads resting on each other in a moment of shared warmth and resuscitation. After all, Sunoo was gonna be gone for a while.

Who knows if Heeseung would’ve brought the heat back in the coming days?

Heeseung, for one, was already thinking about it. And he wouldn’t have been wrong to think that M/n was willing to entertain the thought.

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DIRTY LITTLE SECRET — PARK JONGSEONG

REQ: Hi this is my first request idk if you write male reader it's fine if you don't but If you do could you do a step brother jay sneaking behind parents back

PAIRING: Enhypen Jay x male!reader

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, step brother!Jay, anal, fingering(Jay rec), finger sucking, first gay experience for Jay lolz, almost getting caught, blowjob(Jay rec), (un)intentional denied orgasms, mentions of gay stepbrother porn, use of Jay’s real name(Jongseong) & nickname (Jongie), cumming inside, not proofread/edited, let me know if I forgot anything !!

WC: 6.3k

A/N: this highkey sucks imo, I haven’t written for male reader in a while… my apologies anonnie. Posting it super late in my time (11:08pm) just to get it out there since it’s been a long wait 😭

‘This isn't right,’ Jay thought to himself as his shaky hands danced across the keyboard typing on different keys, using certain keywords for what he was searching for.

‘This isn't right,’

It wasn’t right, but he couldn't help it as he pressed enter. Millions of dirty websites popped up before he scrolled and clicked on a random one.

‘This isn't right.’

He thought to himself again before pressing and full-screening the video, slightly raising the volume. The house was quiet; his dad and your mom were still working. They're probably not getting home anytime soon considering it was already 10 p.m. He wasn’t sure about you though, but he was almost certain you were out.

He sighed, “This isn't right.”

But he doesn’t stop as his hands travel down to his jeans to unbutton them and pull out his softened cock, spitting into his shaky hand and wrapping his hand around his cock. A hiss escaped from between his lips as he spread around his saliva.

But fuck—it felt so right to just fantasize; it’s not hurting anyone.

To imagine his stepbrother fucking into him slowly just to tease him, only to fasten his pace. Jongseong watched the video with his mouth slightly opened as he stared at the screen with doe eyes, his hand slowly working up and down his dick. He could feel it harden with each second passing, already anticipating what was going to happen. He watched the faceless people on the screen, imagining it was him and you in the video—recording something so lewd and uploading it onto the internet with no one knowing that it was you two. Jay imagines he was the one on all fours or lying on his back while you railed into him however you wanted, with no regard to his feelings or wants.

You are the one to take him in as many positions as you can in his imagination, fucking him until he is permanently cross-eyed or until he passes out with his stomach covered in his cum while yours leaked out of his ass. You got him so hot and bothered while doing nothing at all. You took on the role of the house cleaner, cleaning and cooking and running errands while both of your parents worked their asses off for the both of you. Sometimes when you’re done, you invite your hookups over, and in all honesty, it makes Jongseong jealous.

Jealous of how you kiss them so roughly in pent-up frustration when they come through the door and how you squeeze their asses, bringing them crotch to crotch with you. Jealous of how they’re the ones to feel you grinding into them. Jealous of how they got to feel you rail into them until they were crying. Gosh, Jay couldn't stand their noises, but your loud grunts and groans got them so turned on he had no other choice but to fuck his palm, imagining it was you doing it for him while you fucked your buddies in the room next to him. You fucker.

Jay whimpered as he picked up his pace with the man in the video. He was so close; it was pathetic, honestly; the video had just started, and he was already about to bust all because he was thinking of you. He's so close; just a couple more pumps and he might finish all over his hand.

He's so close—he can feel his stomach tensing up, his eyes rolling back, and his head lolling around. He can practically taste it on the tip of his tongue. Until there’s a knock on the door, scaring him half to death and making him scramble to put himself away. You opened his door at the same time he slammed his laptop shut.

You looked at him in slight suspicion before he raised his eyebrows and let out a broken, "What's up?"

He cleared his throat and slightly blushed as you let out a small chuckle, "Mom and Dad should be home soon."

"Uh, yeah, okay. Do you know what time?"

“Maybe in like an hour or two, I didn’t say." You replied, examining him while speaking, still having some suspicion hanging over him. "Dinner’s almost ready. Make sure to shower before coming down, okay? I know you went to the gym earlier with Jungwon."

Jay nodded softly before you closed the door and left to go back downstairs. You saw him exit his room, watching from the bottom of the stairs; he went down the hall before you heard a door shut, assuming it was the bathroom. A few seconds of silence passed before you were proven correct when you heard the water running. You snuck up back to his room, sitting on his bed, and grabbing his laptop to check what he was doing. Was it a complete invasion of privacy? Yes, but at the moment you just wanted to see what was up with Jay.

You were surprised when you saw a porn film, full screen, of two men. You minimize the screen, checking the title only to see,

"HOT STEP-BROTHER BANGS BUFF BLACK HAIRED BROTHER INTO SUBMISSION(MULTIPLE ORGASMS).”

You let out a snort at the title, chuckling to yourself in disbelief at the unnecessarily long, detailed title.

“Oh?” You said to yourself shortly after. “That's what he's into?”

You pressed play on the video. Moans immediately poured out from the speakers, the dominant one holding down his supposed stepbrother’s face against the pillow harshly, railing into the boy at such an intense speed before slowing his pace. Loud whines in protest from the other boy were heard until there was a sharp slap ringing through the speaker, then a whiny broken moan. The video went on, the dominant man teasing the boy until the end came, where he finally let him come. His hips slamming against his ass, loud moans coming from both ends. They're taking a break, breathing heavily. Until he starts fucking into him again, his hand coming around to jerk the other man’s cock harshly. You check the video—it’s far from being finished. Jesus, he’s a freak.

Jay ruffles his hair with the towel as he opens his door, not seeing you in there until he moves the towel away from blocking his face. He freezes in his spot as he sees you sitting there with his laptop open and on your lap. Moans, whines, grunts, and groans, blaring through his laptop speakers.

"Didn't take you as one to be into stepcest porn Jongseong!" You told him as you closed his laptop, moving it onto his desk. "Most importantly, gay stepbrother porn."

It’s silent; Jay doesn’t know what to do. You chuckled softly as you patted the spot on his bed next to you, adjusting your position to sit against his headboard as if his room were yours. He slowly walked over to you sitting down on his bed shyly as if this wasn’t his room, embarrassed, you assumed.

"Now Jeongie," you hummed, running your hand through his damp hair. "I can either leave, or you can tell me about your dirty little fantasies.”

A few moments of silence passed, and Jay’s eyes were darting everywhere else but your direction. He can’t tell if you were joking, trying to lure him into a trap so you can run off to your guys’ parents to tell them how much of a creep he was.

"I mean, by now I would have guessed your choice considering how many times I've heard you moan my name." You chuckled slightly, pulling your hand away from his hair. His eyes widened looking at you before you looked back at him. "So what's it going to be?"

He doesn’t answer again, staring at you with watery, wide eyes. You raise your brows slightly, moving to swing your legs off of the bed before standing in front of him.

“Guess I misread the situation; I’ll leave you alone.” You shrug, turning around, but get stopped by a tight grip on your wrist pulling you back and spinning you around.

Jay stands up, leaning in quickly before giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips, surprising you. He pulls away as quickly as he leaned in, staring at your shocked face. He panics for a moment as you stand there; maybe it was all just a trap.

But his thoughts clear the moment you lean in, pressing your lips against his. The kiss lasts longer this time before he pulls away and mutters, "Please. Please fuck me."

You grinned widely, taking a seat at your previous spot on his bed and Jay into your lap. One hand goes to grip his waist, and the other goes to his hair, pulling him down to kiss him again. He clutches onto your shirt, whimpering softly as you tilt your head to the side and deepen the kiss. You let Jay take control of kissing, moving your hand from his hair before they both went down to his ass and pulled him firmly against you. Your hands guide him to grind against you. Your hips grind up against his own as you pull him down to meet you halfway, his lips immediately parting into a small gasp before you shove your tongue into his mouth.

Jay can’t help the gasps that fall from his mouth with each roll of his crotch against yours, his cock throbbing in his sweatpants as he rubs against you so desperately. His crotch bumped against yours with each movement, soft moans falling from your lips every once in a while. Your hands go back to his waist, letting him go at his own pace now that he got the hang of it. His hands are gripping your shoulders for support now, his body arching into yours as your lips trail down his jaw and to his neck. Jongseong lets out a loud moan as you suckle softly on his neck, leaving temporary red patches on his tan skin.

You hummed against his skin, lips faltering in their movements as you buck up into him. His hips began to stutter as he grinds against you even faster, whines falling out of his mouth as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"I-," he gulps, letting out a small gasp as your hand slips under his shirt, your cold skin against his sending shivers up his spine. Jay whimpers into your ear while planting sloppy kisses anywhere he can on your neck. “I think I’m close.”

“Yeah?” You sigh heavily, head tilting back and to the side, as you force his body to arch further into you. Pushing him chest to chest against you while your grip on his ass tightens. “Gonna cum? Just from a little grinding?”

“Uh huh,” Jay lets out an embarrassingly loud, high-pitched whine. “F-fuck, didn’t think... It’d feel.. this good.”

Jay feels it—the same feeling he felt earlier, but this time more intense. His eyes roll back while small black dots begin to take over his vision. He’s so close, it's arm's length.

But sadly, good things always come to an end. It’s not long until you're ripping him off of your lap, placing him beside you on his bed, and covering him up with his blanket.

“Pretend you’re sleeping.” He hears you mutter to him before his door is locked and shut.

For the second time that night, Jay is left alone. Another orgasm is being taken away from him right when he’s on the brink of releasing. His head is still fuzzy, and he’s still breathing harshly; he’s confused. Until he hears his dad’s and your voice outside the door, muffled but catching onto a few words.

“-felt sick.” He hears you say.

A few words are exchanged before good nights are exchanged and the doors on either side of his room are shut. Then his phone rings.

He blindly reaches for it, hand-searching his bed until he feels in. The screen is bright, a hiss falling from his mouth when he slightly fixes his position, his weeping cock rubbing against his bed accidentally.

“Come to my room.” Your message reads.

Jay’s body buzzes with excitement, shaking with every quiet step he takes. His hands shake as he unlocks his door, twisting the knob as slowly as he can. He takes a step out slowly, trying to avoid making the floorboards creak under his feet. Jay shuts his door the moment he’s out, taking a large step to your room and twisting your doorknob. He steps in, turning to lock your door and shutting it before turning back to you. His breath hitches as he sees you half-naked, your body only sporting a pair of boxers, allowing him to see your half-hard chub as you casually scroll on your phone.

You look up. “Ah, probably should’ve told you to undress.” You say as you toss your phone aside, getting up and striding towards him.

“It’s okay; guess we’ll have to do it here then, right?” You ask, cupping his jaw in your hand and bringing him in for a kiss.

He moans against your lips, hands wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him, only to have you pull away. You place your hands on his waist, turning him around and guiding him to the bed until the back of your knees hit your mattress. His legs buckle in as his body falls onto the mattress. He scoots up, resting his head on your pillow as you climb on top of him.

“Y/N,” Jongseong whimpers out, your hands coming to curl around the waistband of his sweats and underwear. “Please.”

“Please?” You tease, hands messing with his clothing as a smile grows on your face. “Please what?”

Jay rolls his eyes, groaning as he throws his head back in frustration, glaring at you as you let out a laugh. Your hands let go of the waistbands and go under his shirt. Pushing it up, up, and up until it was bunched up under his armpits. Jay sits up, ripping the shirt off as quickly as he can, laying back down, and pulling your body flush against his. He grips your shoulders, pulling you down to smash your lips into his again.

Jongseong feels starved. Starved of you. Like he needs you to be against him like he needs your lips on his. Like he needs your guys’ tongues messily fighting for dominance that was already in your favor. God, the effect you had on him—the small moans you let out against his mouth make his head spin, cock throbbing with need as you slowly grind down against him. Your hands come down to his thigh, hooking it onto your waist as you harshly press your hips down against his. You can feel yourself leaking in your briefs, veins pulsing as your tip profusely leaks beads of cumin; it feels like you already came. You pull away from his lips, kissing his jaw before going down to his neck. Pausing to suck small blemishes on his skin before trailing further to his chest.

Jay’s breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling when you stop to kiss one of his pecs. Your tongue peeking out to swipe at one of his nipples softly. A sharp inhale comes from Jay, his hips twitching up against you as you do it again. You wrap your lips around the bud, softly sucking on it, causing Jay to let out a loud, high-pitched whine as your tongue rapidly flicks it. You drop his thigh, slapping your hand over his mouth and letting your teeth graze his nipple. He lets out a muffled cry, nearly as loud as the whine he let out if it wasn’t for your hand.

“Do you have to be so loud?” You scowl at him, pulling your hand away from his mouth. “Don’t forget our parents are two doors away.”

Jay lets out a whimper as your hand comes to the sensitive nub you were just abusing. Your mouth moves onto the other one, repeating the same movements that have him wiggling in place. Your tongue peeks out to circle around it, watching as it hardens even more. Your mouth wrapped around it as you did with the other, flicking your tongue faster and harsher than you did before. Your other hand pinching and rolling the other one between your fingers. Tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth, Jay throws his head back, muffling his noises the best he could as he relishes in a feeling he’s never felt—on the brink of cumming in his pants as his mind wanders to how your mouth would feel wrapped around him. His body shivers as you pull away, kissing your way back up to his lips and placing a small peck on them before pulling away again.

“You’re so fucking loud.” You groan out against his lips. “Like you wanna get caught or something.”

Jay feels like his brain is delayed, so gone before you’ve even touched his dick.

“What are you gonna tell them if we do, huh?” You whisper, looking down at his wide, glossy eyes.

For what felt like the hundredth time that night, you left a trail down his neck. This time, going past his chest and stopping at the waistband of his pants. Leaving kisses along the band before your fingers curl around it.

“Hm, Jay?” You ask him one more time, sitting up in between his legs and sliding his underwear and pants off in one go. “Gonna tell them the truth?”

You watch with your lip tucked in between your teeth as his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach with a lewd squelch, emphasizing how much he leaked all over himself. You toss them on the floor, your hands resting on his thighs as you bend back down. Kissing up his thighs and avoiding where he needs you most, cock jumping in excitement whenever you get too close.

Jay slaps a hand over his mouth when you wrap your hand around him, a loud moan drawing from his lips; finally getting touched by you. Your tongue flattens against the underside of his cock, licking his soaked length clean up until the tip. Your lips wrapping around it and digging your tongue into his slit. His hips buck up, trying to push himself further into your mouth while he all but sobs against his hand.

“Gonna tell them about how you watch porn thinking about your stepbrother?” You ask him, your hand pumping him slowly. “How you spent every night masturbating as you listened to me fuck a guy imagining it was you?”

All Jay can do is shake his head, his body twitching up as your hand gets faster. An extremely loud moan comes out from deep within when you wrap your lips around his length, this time going down until you can’t anymore. Jay lets out sharp inhales as if he’s been punched in the stomach when you swallow around him. Your throat closes around him before you bob your head back up, sucking on the tip and swirling your tongue around the head. Only to push your head back down to shove more of him down your throat. Jongseong’s eyes roll to the back of his head, one hand flying to grip a fistful of your hair while the other grips your sheets.

His mouth falls open, gasps mixed with broken strings of “ah ah ah” tumbling out. Nails digging into your scalp and fingers curling in your hair, desperately trying to push you down each time you pull up. You dig your nails into his thighs, trying to get him to be quiet as you bob your head, pressing your tongue against him with each movement. It only makes it worse—a sob wrecking through his body at the sting and the feeling of your mouth.

You pull off of him, cutting off the loud whine that almost spills out with your fingers. Jay gags when he feels two of your fingers hit the back of his throat, pressing down on his tongue while he looks at you wide-eyed.

“Jongseong,” you warn with your fingers still in his mouth. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

He can’t stop the moan that comes out of the harsh tone of your voice; his lips pucker around your fingers, sucking on them softly while his tongue twirls around each digit. You groan at the feeling as you sit on your heels, leaning forward to keep your fingers in his mouth while your other hand comes down to stroke him. Jay’s eyes flutter shut, feeling himself getting close again as your fist moves up and down, matching the same pace as he’s sucking your fingers. Your thumb swipes at his leaking tip, circling it a few times and causing Jay’s hips to twitch up into your palm. Jay looks down at where your hand wraps around him, his eyes focusing on the veins on your arm popping out as you pick up your speed. His eyes begin to fall closed, his tongue and lips faltering as he feels his stomach caving in. He opens them again, his eyelids drooping as he focuses on the insanely wet patch on your underwear. Jay can practically see you throbbing in your briefs, making it obvious how turned on you are right now.

Just the thought of you being aroused by him made his head spin, his rolling up into your hand faster as he whines loudly around your fingers. He tries to call out your name, muffled, not wanting you to take your fingers out as he tries to warn you how close he is. You watch as his breathing gets harsher, back arching into the bed, and it only makes your pace quicken, pausing to jerk just his tip before returning to his whole length.

Jay cums hard. Harder than he has with his own hand. His stomach caves in, eyes roll back, and jaw falls open as he lets out a loud muffled moan of your name while cum spurts out of him. It goes everywhere—his stomach, your hand, your sheets, and some even going on his chest.

“Fuck,” you mutter at the sight. Your hand is still pumping him through his high and slowing down when you notice his body twitching.

Jay swats your hand away softly, your hand releasing him and letting his dick fall against his stomach as you look at the creamy substance on your hand. Jay stares intensely as you bring your covered hand up to your mouth, licking your palm and sucking on your fingers all while staring him into his eyes. You pull your fingers out of his mouth, sucking those clean as well before you bend down.

“Oh god- y/n,” He shakily whispered, watching as you flatten your tongue against his member. “Oh fuck.”

His face scrunches up in sensitivity when you wrap your lips around his tip and push your head down, stopping when you nearly reach the bottom.

“Hah, oh, my god." He whines out, your tongue swirling around him as you suck all of the dripping cum off of him. “Fuck p-please don’t do that; I might cum again.”

You pull off with a small laugh, holding him in your hand as you lick the puddle on his stomach clean. “You taste so good, Jongseong.”

Jays suddenly remembers that you’ve gone this whole time untouched as you reach up to kiss his lips, “W-wait y/n.”

You let out a small hum that turns into a soft moan when you feel him palm you through your briefs.

“Let me suck you off.” He asks, looking you in the eyes as his hand dips under your waistband, jerking you off the best he could. Your hips thrust into his hand, head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head no.

Your hand comes to take his out of your underwear, head turning to kiss his neck before whispering, “Another time, I need to fuck you.”

He lets out a small ‘okay’ as he watches you pull away, pushing the waistband of your briefs down. Your cock slaps against your stomach before weighing down, drenched in cum. Jay lets a moan slip out as he watches a bead slowly push itself out of your tip before rolling down the head and falling down your length to your balls.

But wait.

Jay’s never done this before.

His eyes widened at the wave of realization that hits him hard. His body’s quivering out of excitement and nervousness, watching as you slowly pump yourself and spread around the cum, wetting your entire length.

“Wait y/n,” Jay mutters, as he feels you hold onto his waist, helping him turn around.

Jay lets out a soft ‘oof’ when he feels you push his head into the pillow, helping him position his lower half the way you want it. Pressing down on his lower back and spreading his legs out as you stand on your knees between them.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” You reply, a smirk evident in your words as you watch as his hole clenches around nothing. You gather spit around in your mouth before letting a fat wad fall right into his puckered hole. "Glad, I’ll be your first. I’m pretty nice when it comes to first-timers, though I know you don’t want that.”

Jay lets out a sharp inhale when he feels your tongue circle his rim, whimpering when he feels your tongue prod at his clenching asshole—teasingly pushing the tip in before taking it out and circling it again. You pull away, reaching one arm over to shove two fingers in his mouth and moving them around. Jay gags as you push them further into his throat as you try to coat them in saliva. He coughs into his arm when you pull them out, looking behind his shoulder to glare at you.

It doesn’t last long; your finger pushing inside of him makes his jaw fall slack and his eyes shut tight. The feeling’s foreign, but yet, it feels so right.

‘God,’ Jay thinks as you pump your finger in and out of him at a quick pace, not giving him any time to adjust. ‘I should’ve done this a long time ago.’

Jay doesn’t even realize he’s making any noise until he feels a slap on his ass, the action making his whole body jolt, his back arching as if asking for more.

“Shut the fuck up.” You scowl at him, shoving his face into the pillow to muffle his noises. “Are you trying to get caught?”

Jay shakes his head no, moaning into your pillow as you add another finger inside of him. Jay grips the pillow under him, gasping loudly as you curl your fingers and press against his prostate.

"Oh, my god!” Jay moans loudly, his hips pushing back against your fingers. His dick jumped with each jab at his prostate, his stomach doing flips as he felt cum dripping out of him. “F-fuck y/n!”

You can see his whole body twitching, his lower half twitching forward trying to run away before pushing back trying to get more. Jay lifts his head from the pillow, babbling incoherent words as his knuckles turn white from gripping the pillow.

“Close?” You ask with a grin, fingers moving faster inside of him. Jay nods, his mouth dropping open before he bites his lip to quiet the noises coming out of him. "Oh, c'mon, Jay, use your words. Let your brother know how good he’s making you feel.”

“Yes fuck! S-so close,” He lets out in between groans. “P-please, let me cum!”

You let out a small ‘tsk’ as your fingers slow in their pace—Jay notices, turning around to look at you with a flushed face and swollen lips. His eyes droopy as he lets out small pleads to not stop.

“Sorry Jongie,” You fake a pout, slowly pulling out your fingers. Your hands gripping his waist and pulling his hips flush against your dick, pressing it against his ass. “Wouldn’t you rather cum on my dick?”

Jay can feel how wet you’ve gotten as you grind against him, spreading your cum all over his ass. Jay can feel each time your mushroom tip brushes against his hole, making it clench around nothing in excitement to finally have you in him. A moment he’s been dreaming of for months. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when you slap his ass again, his eyes darting towards your face as you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Please,” Jay mutters, pressing his hips against you. “P-please fuck me y/n.”

You smile widely, grabbing the base of your cock and slapping the tip against his rim. “Atta boy.” You tease.

You align your tip with his hole, slowly pushing the tip in. Jay’s mouth drops open, his face scrunching up as he lets out a small squeak at the feeling. His head’s dizzy as you push further into him, feeding him each inch of you slowly. He winces at the pain, his ass being stretched wider than it ever has.

Jay’s practically panting for air when you finally bottom out, feeling so full of you as you reach the deepest parts of him in such a painful but pleasant way. He can’t tell if he feels the veins running along your cock throbbing in him or if that’s him clenching around you. Regardless, he loved it.

“S-shit, you’re fucking tight.” You mutter, grinding into him as you let him adjust.

The side of his face resting against the pillow, you lean over to take a look—laughing slightly when you see him all fucked out already. A blush ran across his cheeks and nose, trailing to the tips of his ears. His mouth is wide open as he gasps for air, his body jolting with each small movement you make.

Jongseong can’t help but wince as you slowly pull out, leaving the tip in before you slam your hips into him. The action catches him so off guard, a loud, surprised moan falling from his mouth as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

You let out a small curse as you slapped a hand over his mouth, slamming into him as you listened out for any indications that either of your parents heard. Jay lets out a surprised yelp when he hears a knock on your door, the doorknob wiggling before he hears the voice of your mom.

“Y/n?” You hear your mom say. “Are you alright?”

You mentally curse at Jay, shooting daggers at him as he meets eyes with you. His eyes are wide as saucers, silently begging you to stop as you continue to slowly but harshly fuck into him.

Jay winces as you pull him up by his hair, resting his head on your shoulder as you press his back against your chest before you put your hand against his mouth again. The other hand wraps around his waist, helping him arch his back as you continue to thrust into him.

“Y/n?” Your mom calls out again, rattling the doorknob.

“I-I’m fine!” You call out, muttering curses under your breath as Jay squeezes around you impossibly tight. “Just dropped something on my foot.”

Your hips fuck into him harder with each word, Jay's eyes rolling back as he moans against your hand. The noises are thankfully getting muffled as he grips your wrist for support, his other hand coming around to grip at your hair. His fingers tangle themselves in as he pulls at it, making you quietly hiss against his ear from the sting. You remove your hand from his mouth, holding onto his neck as you bring him closer to you.

“Be more careful next time.” She says it tiredly. You hear her feet shuffle, moving to walk away before they stop. "Also, Jongseong’s door is open, but he’s not there. Have you seen him?”

Jay’s wide eyes move to glance at you, your hips moving to angle themselves at just the right spot as you speak with a smirk, “Probably at the gym getting a real workout in or something. I’ll call him later; don't worry, just go to bed, Mom.”

She hums in reply, feet shuffling and walking away before you hear the faint click of a bedroom door opening.

“This is,” you mutter against his neck, your hips slamming into him harder, making him see stars. “Why I told you to shut up.”

Each word you spoke was punctuated with a harsh, deep thrust into him. His eyes rolling back and his mouth falling open. You feel him slightly bounce himself on you, wanting all of you in him.

“Fuck Jay,” You groan, kissing along the vein on his neck before biting down on it. “Maybe having you as a stepbrother isn’t that bad.”

Jay lets out a quiet sob as the hand wrapped around his waist comes to wrap around his neglected cock instead. Your wrist is twisting around his tip, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. His face scrunches up as if he were in pain, quick and sharp gasps for air as he digs his dull nails into your arm.

“Y/N,” he cries out, fucking himself back on you, only to thrust up into your hand after. “M-my god, I’m going to cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me this quick?”

“Sorry, I'm sorry.” Jay blurts out apologies as his stomach caves in, arching his back further from you as he feels the knot in his stomach tighten with each flick of your wrist and thrust of your hips. His dick is throbbing in your hands; you can practically feel the cum getting ready to shoot out. “S-shit y/n-cumming! Fuckkk, I’m cumming!”

Your other hand forces him to turn his head towards you. You smash your lips against his. He can barely move them, so fucked out he just lets his jaw fall slack as you kiss him. Jay moans into your mouth as cum spurts out of his tip. Jay’s seeing stars. His face scrunching up as his eyes go cross-eyed, whimpering and moaning as he tries his best to kiss you back.

It lands everywhere—in your palm, his stomach, chest, and your sheets, some of it falling on both of your guys’ thighs. It was messy, yet so hot. Jongseong’s body falls limp against you as your hand around him slows down. You pull away from the kiss and bring your palm up to lick his release before smashing your lips back onto his. You shove your tongue into his mouth, rubbing it against his and around his mouth, letting him taste himself.

Overstimulation begins to kick in, a delicious feeling of pain surging through his body as you continue fucking him chasing your high. Jay tries to lift off of you with a loud whine, body running away from your thrusts. A loud laugh comes from behind him, head still dizzy and not comprehending anything as he suddenly finds his cheek pressed against the pillow harshly.

He feels the bed dip, your foot planted on the mattress below you, allowing you to fuck into him faster—one arm wrapped around his waist to keep him up. Your balls slap against his as you ram into him cries coming from Jay as he begs for you to stop.

“It’s not fair, right?” You grunt out, sighing as you feel his walls flutter around you. “That you get to cum and I don’t?”

He shakes his head no, sobs coming from him as he complains about how sensitive he is.

“Just a little more, Jongie.” You moan out, hips stuttering at their pace as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to form, balls tightening with each thrust into him. “J-just a little more.. then you’ll be full of me.”

Drool falls from Jay’s mouth as it hangs open, letting out all sorts of noises as his words begin to slur into long strings of nothing. You lean over, placing kisses along his shoulder blade as you whisper sweet nothings near his ear.

“So good for me, so good, Jay.” You mutter against his tan skin. “Doing so well.”

It doesn’t take long until the knot snaps; your hips shoving against his ass harshly, it lurches him forward, nearly banging his head in your wall when he feels the head of your cock twitch in him, followed by spurts of warmth.

Jay's body completely relaxes, a sigh mixed with a moan falling as he feels himself feeling fuller than ever. Your teeth dig into his skin as you cum inside his ass, your eyes squeezing shut as you muffle your moans. Your hips twitch as you grind against his ass, mumbling on and on about how good he did for you. But Jay can barely process your words as soreness and fatigue trail throughout his whole body. You pull out after a couple of seconds of coming down from your high, panting for air as you sit up on weak knees. A ring of cum formed around the base of your cock, a thin layer of sheer white coating your length before you see Jay’s puckered hole squeezing your cum out of him.

You let out a small string of curses at the sight. You slowly help him lay down on your bed. You hop off of your bed, slipping on your briefs, before scurrying off to get a wet rag and returning shortly after.

Jay’s asleep by the time you come back, despite it only being for a couple of seconds. He fades in and out of sleep as you clean him up. Jay doesn’t remember anything after that; suddenly you’re in bed cuddling with him, your arms around his frame and pulling him closer to you.

Jay can’t pay attention to the sweet words you mutter to him tiredly, instead choosing to focus on your fingers running through his hair soothingly and the small kisses you leave on his head.

Jay can’t help but let out a tired giggle as you whisper, “Guess you’ll have to tell them about how you had a killer leg day you had tomorrow.”

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