Save The Dick, And Ride The Abs Instead

save the dick, and ride the abs instead

reader has a higher libido than sunghoon (lmao-)

honestly how could you blame yourself for being horny still after having hours of sex with your bf, sunghoon. this man himself has always been the center of attention by thousands of woman and u could count urself as one of them. throwing your body bf his body voluntarily without him asking, that's how he made u feel.

u slowly shift your body around, making as little sound as you could to not wake sunghoon up. as you remove your underwear and pulling away the blanket that was covering sunghoon's body. revealing his carefully crafted body thanks to many years of ice skating plus dancing.

you slowly put both your thighs on both sides of his body bf lowering it your body right onto his abs. careful to not put to much weight onto him and waking up. guess someone's dream of trying somnophile is coming through tonight as u grin to urself.

leaning your body back, and your hands supporting half your weight before you slowly rubbed yourself onto the rough ridges of his abs. despite the cold night's air, your body's still burning up and your mind getting hazy as you admire sunghoon's innocent face as you used his body to pleasure yourself.

letting out quiet gasps as your clit catches the rough edges of sunghoon's abs. despite your pussy making a lot of wet sounds, you can't bring yourself to stop and bother that you're gonna wake sunghoon up. feeling your hole clench at the thought of being caught by sunghoon.

"was my dick not satisfying enough that you're beginning to use my abs now?" speaking of the devil. sunghoon's grinning to himself, enjoying the sight before him as your hips are desperately rubbing him as your back arches, lifting your tits up to the air as your nipples turning hard due to the cold air.

your mind is blank right now as you desperately chase your high and all you could do is whine. you feel cold hands wrap around your hips, guiding you to ride faster. you lean forward, hovering over sunghoon's face as your hands give out behind you. sunghoon taking the opportunity and latching his mouth onto one of your tits. and that's when you lose it and you let out a quiet scream as the knot inside you snaps and your vision turns white. you're feeling your cum cover sunghoon's whole stomach and some of them sliding off between your thighs and his body. your body gave up and leaned onto sunghoon's cum covered skin and staining yourself too.

"fuck you squirted?" as you feel his breath against your neck.

"yea I guess so." speaking through heavy breaths as you felt his arms go up and down your back.

"wanna go for another round?"

✧.*Quickie?*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

P.SH

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・❥・You and Sunghoon attend a backyard campfire of a mutual friend of yours. All while conversating with your friend, Sunghoon gets visibly desperate and eventually takes you to the bathroom for a quickie.

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➠ Sunghoon is inhumanely horny, smut smut smut and even more smut.

not proofread, sorry guysss.

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Being at a hangout with friends having Your boyfriend with you was the worst possible decision you could ever make. Your friends had decided to have a small get together just to have something to do on a Saturday night, and hoon being as stubborn as he is, wouldn't' let you leave him at home alone. Down the line of your relationship, Sunghoon had created relations with your friends as well. His friends are yours and yours are his. Though your friends know Sunghoon fairly well, you usually choose not to bring him to things like this because of the shit he's pulling right now.

As you're having a light conversation with your friends about things that're happening in you guys separate colleges, Sunghoon has his hand sliding into your shorts. He managed to get the unbuttoned without making too much movement with his arms for your friends to notice, but your surprised reaction caused confused looks to be shared. Pinching Sunghoons leg to stop him from going further didn't work, but slapping his crotch got him to behave for all of 10 minutes before he was sliding his hand back into your shorts and slipping a finger into you. attempting to cover your moan with a cough, you excuse yourself and make your way back into your friends house, but not without telling Sunghoon to stay in his fucking seat.

After collecting yourself in the bathroom for no longer than 3 minutes, you decide to text your boyfriend.

What the fuck are you trying to pull right now?

I can't touch my girlfriend?

You physically roll your eyes at his stupid clueless act knowing he's not gonna let up anytime soon.

No, Hoon. We're quite literally in front of our friends and you're not gonna embarrass me today. Act accordingly.

I'm sorry baby I just need to feel you right now. Please?

No, Sunghoon.

I know you want me right now too. You were so wet baby, I know you and your body.

You just don't know when to stop do you?

Just say the word. I promise i'll make you feel so good.

Before responding you bite your lip in a nervous tick contemplating whether it was a good idea to do this knowing how obvious it'd be. But fuck it, he ruined your panties anyways.

How are you gonna come without making it obvious?

I'll tell them you started your menstrual or something? give me 5 minutes.

Waiting for Sunghoon to make his way to the bathroom, you sit on the toilet bouncing your leg in anticipation. He's been fucking with you since you guys got there, he better make it worth it.

The door suddenly rushes open causing you to jump before seeing your boyfriend enter the bathroom with a sly boyish smirk on his face.

"Hi baby" he says trying not to smile knowing you're already nervous and easily irritable.

"Shut up Hoon. And hurry up before someone has to piss or something."

Without another word exchanged, he pulls you up from the toilet grabbing your waist connecting your lips. Kissing you fast and hard rather than slow and passionate as he usually does, you kiss him back just as eagerly to feel him. Moving one of his hands from your waist up to your neck to slightly put pressure on it he bites your bottom lip tugging at it before taking your tongue in his mouth causing you to let out a guttural whine.

Sunghoon pulls away from your mouth, hands tugging at your white top lifting it off your body leaving you in your bra and shorts. He kisses down your neck sucking hard enough to leave a prominent mark on your neck. Without much time wasted he slips a hand behind your back un-clipping your bra in one go leaving your entire top half exposed. Before he can make another move, you push him back causing him to collide with the toilet seat, you tug at his shirt lifting it off him in one go. Sunghoon leans back against the toilet letting you take full control of the situation.

You shift down to your knees while clumsily trying to unbuckle his pants. After he notices you struggling he pushes your hands away in a frantic motion undoing his belt and sliding his last pieces of clothing off.

Sunghoon tries to grab your hand in an attempt to get you to stroke him.

"We don't have time for foreplay Hoon, someones gonna knock soon." you warn him while moving upward to align your bodies in the middle.

Slowly sliding yourself down onto him, he threatens to let out a whine but before he could you slap your hand over his mouth to muffle his pleasure.

Sinking down onto him fully you throw your head back uncontrollably in satisfaction.

Needing no time to adjust to his size, you start to move yourself in circular motions adding to the pressure on your stomach.

noticing you getting tired already, he rolls his hips into you bottoming out causing you to let out a throaty moan forgetting the predicament you guys are in.

Lifting your head back up with wide eyes at sunghoon, he smirks at you putting a finger over his lips in a "shhh" motion.

"fuck i'm-" you start to moan before being completely cut off by Sunghoon thrusting up into harshly in a rush to reach his orgasm.

"fuck Hoonie right there-fuck you moan as quiet as you can in a struggled breath.

"feel so good baby fuck I'm so close" he whines back.

"oh my go- faster Hoonie please need to cum so bad"

Rolling your hips against each other, you start to bounce on top of him in a rush to reach your climax.

"shit I can't- can I cum inside? need to cum inside you."

Lost in your pleasure you don't respond back, but moan out loudly enough for someone close enough to hear.

Just as Sunghoon is about to start sucking on your neck again, you hear loud knocks on the door.

Both you and Hoon come to a halt looking at the door in sync.

You look at your boyfriend waiting for him to answer on your behalf. He mouths to you to be quiet before responding.

"Who is it?" he says with a fucked out emotion on his face.

"Can you guys maybe I don't know, HURRY THE FUCK UP!?" you hear your friend say from the other side of the door.

Determined to bring him to his orgasm you pull him out of you and swiftly getting on your knees and take him in your mouth without warning. Sinking your mouth down onto him fully making him hit the back of your throat, he gasps out loud causing you to pinch the side of his leg as a warning to shut up.

"Yea- fuck. We'll be out in a second" he responds back clearly not caring if its obvious anymore. It feels too good.

Hearing footsteps become distant in sound, he continues moaning louder.

"keep going- fuck 'm so close" he moans as he holds your hair up in a makeshift ponytail.

Bobbing your head as fast as you could, he bites back any loud whines threatening to come out before cumming down your throat without warning.

Lifting your head off of him fully, you swallow what's left of him in your mouth before quickly trying to wipe yourself down as he's still on the toilet in attempt to gain consciousness back.

Putting your still damp underwear back on, you get dressed fully before looking back at the toilet to see your boyfriend already fully dressed waiting for you to walk out the bathroom door.

"Fix your face, oh my God you're so embarrassing." You say in a slightly playful tone before brushing your hair through with your fingers before grabbing his hand and pulling him off the toilet seat.

"That was too fucking good. Don't deserve you at all." he confesses.

"'Yea yea. Let's go we still have a party to attend."

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[SUNGHOON] Concept Photo CONCESSIO Ver. Photo Sketch 📸

Got Me Feelin' Hella Good

best friend!kim sunoo [enhypen] x reader [afab]

concept: you and sunoo have been best friends your whole life, which is why it was so easy to convince him to hotbox your car with you. it's what happens after you're high that you weren't expecting.

w/c: 3.4k

warning: *recreational drug use [smoking weed], hotboxing ; sexually explicit content, car sex, fingering, hand job, cumshot

“What if someone comes over here?”

“They’re not going to.”

“We’re on campus.”

“I know,” you retort, pulling your tin out of your bag. Sunoo glances around the front seats of your car, out the windshield anyway as you drop your bag back in the footwell, folding your leg over your ankle so you have the room to work. “Security never checks this far out in the parking lot, it’s too far of a walk for them. Chill out,” you tell him, opening the tin and pulling out an orange prescription bottle. You uncap the lid and drop a couple of green nuggets in your hand. 

“This feels like a bad idea,” Sunoo insists, but doesn’t stop you as you pick up your grinder, putting it inside. You give him a look, putting the lid back on but not turning the canister.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. We can just go back to Jay oppa’s,” you suggest but Sunoo shakes his head, lower lip between his teeth. “Okay.” You twist the metal canister, grinding the nuggets up. “Besides, would I do something that’s going to get us in trouble?” Sunoo levels you with a look. “On purpose!” You amend, smiling at him. 

“Every time I got in trouble in high school it was your fault,” he points out but you just shrug. 

Maybe he has a point, but that’s never stopped Sunoo from being your friend. That probably has to do with the fact that you and Sunoo have known each other since diapers, but that’s irrelevant to the matter at hand. The two of you are best friends, you’ve been best friends your whole life and maybe you’ve done some things that have gotten Sunoo in a bit of trouble, but so what? That’s what friends are for, forcing each other to live a little bit and have those kinds of experiences.

You have other friends, he has Sunghoon and Jungwon and Riki and you have your girls, Kazuha and Wonyoung, but it’s always been you and Sunoo. Ride or die, that’s the deal. You made that pact when you were five and you’ve yet to let go of it. Even Sunoo reminds you of it, that it doesn’t matter how stupid you are, he’s going to do it with you. Well, sometimes.

Ever since you entered college, you’ve been hanging out with a few other people. Some less than reputable and Sunoo’s not exactly been on board. So, you’ve been trying things, dabbling in stuff that he wouldn’t otherwise agree with but he’s also not going to stop you unless you’re doing something genuinely dangerous. Casual underage drinking and weed doesn’t exactly strike him as a gateway to arson and homicide so he hasn’t told you not to do anything. Just to be careful. And you are. Which is why you wanted him to smoke with you.

Sunoo’s never smoked. He’s too straight laced for that, he said he didn’t like the idea of it, but you’re you, he’s known you forever and when you told him that he could trust you, he did. Of course he did. Which is why, two beers deep and a little restless, you managed to convince him to hotbox your car with you. You parked all the way in the back of the expansive campus parking lot, shut the doors and rolled up the windows. You have music playing from your phone in the cupholder and your cotton candy blue bowl sitting at the bottom of your smoking tin. 

“Live a little,” you tell him, opening the grinder. You pack the bowl with the green, carefully making sure you don’t waste any of it. Sunoo watches with a lifted brow, not understanding but watching anyway. Once the bowl is full, you put your grinder back into the tin and pick up your lighter. “I’ll go first, and then I’ll show you?” You suggest.

“Sure, I guess,” Sunoo sighs. You wink and he breathes a laugh. The car is already starting to get warm with just the two of you in it. You bring the mouthpiece up, flicking the lighter to get it going.

Smoke fills the tube when you suck on it, the green starting to ash up in the bowl. When you release your finger from the hole on the side you breathe in, smoke filling your lungs. It’s thick and sweet smelling. After a moment, you turn your head, blowing smoke towards the windshield. The first of many, you can’t help but think as the smoke is already starting to cloud the front seats. When you turn back to Sunoo, you offer the bowl. “Your turn,” you tell him.

“What am I doing?” He asks. 

You show him how to hold it, where to put his fingers. You light it for him, helping him hold it. Sunoo is unimaginably beautiful, you’ve always known this about your best friend, so you’re not even surprised that his full lips look especially pretty wrapped around the mouthpiece. When he breathes in, his eyes water, and he coughs the smoke out less than a second later. You giggle, rubbing his back as it sounds like he’s about to hack up a lung. You fish a water bottle out of your bag to give him, balancing the bowl on your center console.

“Fuck,” he curses through coughs. “This is fun for you?” He asks, doubtful as you hand him the water. 

“The first drag is never good,” you assure him. “Besides, it’s not about the drag. It’s about the feeling after the smoke.” 

“Sure, okay,” he groans, sipping from the bottle. “You look like you know what you’re doing.” 

“I have good lungs,” you say with a wink. “Try again?” 

It takes Sunoo three more tries to get the hang of it and by that time you’ve nearly ashed the bowl entirely. You’re starting to get that light, floaty feeling in your head that you’re familiar with and Sunoo’s eyes look glossy and a little red. The car is starting to fog, the windows turning cloudy with condensation. You ash the bowl and repack it while Sunoo runs a hand through his hair. 

“Shit. I thought you said you don’t usually get high the first time,” he says, peeling his hoodie off. You do a double take when you see that he’s wearing a muscle shirt under his hoodie, the black fabric of the shirt sticking slightly to his damp chest. You don’t remember your best friend looking like that, since when has Sunoo started working out? You swallow and look back at the task at hand, finishing quickly so you can take another drag. When you lower it, you hand it off to Sunoo, who even takes the lighter from you this time. 

“You don’t usually,” you admit, watching his lips purse around the mouthpiece. Why are you so hot? Oh, shit, you’ve been smoking, right. That’s why. Sometimes you get a little horny when you smoke, it happens, the endorphins or whatever. You’ve asked some of your uni friends about it once and that’s what they said. Apparently it can really heighten an orgasm but you’ve never tried. Usually by the time you can get off the high has already faded. “Are you high already?” You ask, watching Sunoo take the drag, his singing lungs finally having kicked in and given him the ability to take long, deep drags. 

He blows out a large cloud of smoke, gray blue and shrouding his features briefly. Fuck, has he always been this handsome? His eyes are a little red rimmed but it just makes his lashes stand out, lips a little fuller from the way he’s been biting and licking them between drags. You try to shift in the most inconspicuous way, allowing you to press your thighs together. You take the bowl from him, avoiding his eyes as you cross your ankles, tightening your legs together. 

“You’re horny,” Sunoo accuses with a smirk, sipping from his water bottle. You nearly choke on your next drag, lowering it from your mouth prematurely. You cough once, blowing a thin stream of smoke. 

“Shut up!” You tell him. “I am not!”

“You think I don’t know what a girl looks like when she’s horny?” Sunoo retorts, putting the bottle of water in the cup holder. “You are so full of shit. You’re probably wet as hell.” 

“Shut up!” You repeat, voice pitching up. “What the hell do you know about it?” 

“More than you know,” he says, leaning his shoulder against the backrest of the backseat, grinning at you. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to pretend that you aren’t. I don’t care.”

“Again, what the fuck do you know about girls being horny?” You shift again and he winks. “Gross!” You insist, reaching over to shove him in the shoulder. Sunoo laughs, falling back against the door. You pass him the bowl, which he takes easily, the lighter too. “I didn’t know you were sleeping around,” you comment, tucking your hands between your thighs, watching as he takes another drag. When he lets it out it comes out in a slowly melting cloud around his face, which inexplicably makes you rub your thighs together harder. 

“I’m not,” he tells you, reaching over to rest the bowl on the console. You’ve practically wasted it, nothing but ash and the car is thick with smoke. He crawls over the backseat to get closer to you, the air is so hot and humid, foggy with smoke that you can barely see him if he’s too far away. Sunoo’s face gets clearer, not a lot clearer, you’re both pretty high, but slightly clearer as he gets closer. “But you know, I had a girlfriend in high school.” 

“You slept with her?” You ask. The first you’ve heard of this and you were so sure Sunoo told you everything.

“Yeah, our last year,” he tells you. His hand lands on your knee, warm and comforting. You uncross your ankles. “We broke up two months later so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Did she come?” You ask. It blurts out of you, your filter completely demolished by your high. You don’t care about that girl anyway, you don’t even remember her name. She and Sunoo were together for about six months and she never liked you. What does matter is what your best friend is capable of. What else don’t you know about him?

“Yeah,” he laughs softly, grinning at you. “Why?” His hand slides up your thigh. “Do you want me to make you come?” 

“Sunoo,” you grumble, rolling your eyes but his hand doesn’t stop until it’s high on your thigh, right at the crease of your thigh and hip. The warmth of his hand seeps through your jeans, so close to where you’re dampening your panties. 

“You’re so fucking horny and you’re not gonna get to come for hours unless I do it for you,” he points out. Annoyingly enough, he’s right. You have to wait for this high to wear off before you can drive to your dorm and even if you walk, you’ll have to walk all the way across campus to get there. You’ll be stone cold sober by the time you get there and probably not even turned on anymore. A waste. “I mean, I don’t have to.” He takes his hand away, putting some distance between you. You miss the heat of his hand on your thigh already. “If you don’t want me to.” 

You’ve never even thought of Sunoo in that way but he looks damn handsome right now for some reason, in the eerie light of your orange, overhead car light, shrouded in smoke. There’s a street light outside that’s peering white light in through your windshield, warping the shadows in your car. It causes shadows to cut across his features, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes half lidded and red rimmed from his high. Your eyes drift down towards his body, a body you remember softer than it is now, with the muscle tank sticking to his chest, defined muscles in his arms and a narrow waist. You lick your lips and lift your gaze to see Sunoo smirking at you. 

“You’re so fucking turned on. I can tell. I wish you could see yourself,” Sunoo says. Maybe his filter is fucked too, there’s no way he would say that to you if he wasn’t high as hell. 

“Fine,” you say, already reaching for the button of your jeans. Sunoo slides across the backseat again, reaching down to grab your ankles. You gasp softly as he picks them up, placing them on either side of his hips. “Just your fingers,” you say, pointing a finger at him with your button undone and zipper halfway down.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. “C’mon, take your fucking pants off,” he urges, reaching forward to help you. The two of you peel your jeans off, Sunoo discarding them into the footwell with your bag. He slaps a hand on the overhead light, turning it off and then brings your ankles around his hips again, dragging you closer. You gasp as you’re tugged down the backseat until your knees are bracketing his hips, your back flat on the backseat.

From this angle, Sunoo looks down at you with a silver halo coming from the street light not too far away, his hands sliding up your thighs. You’re having a hard time getting a full breath in but that could be from a few different things. You’re hazy headed from the weed, the car is still thick with smoke and Sunoo is over top of you in a way you never could’ve imagined. His hands continue upwards until one is holding onto your hip and the other slips between your legs, rubbing the backs of two of his fingers against your clothed cunt. 

“Oh,” you gasp, surprised. You’re wetter than you thought, the cotton of your panties is soaked, the fabric almost translucent and offering very little in terms of a layer between his fingers and your cunt.

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he comments, pressing his knuckles harder against your slit. The material folds in between your pussy, letting him press his knuckles right against your sensitive skin. It allows him to rub right over your clit, shocking a moan out of you. “I didn’t think you would already be this wet.” He adjusts his hand so he can run his thumb up and down your slit, toying with you. You whimper, eyelids fluttering, hips bucking off the backseat. Sunoo holds you down with the hand on your hip, keeping you pinned.

He pulls his hand back so he can pull your panties aside, revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. Sunoo pulls your panties as far out of the way as he can, admiring the way your cunt glistens in the low light, slick having spread all over your pussy, over your clit and onto your thighs. He bites his lip, taking his hand from your hip so he can hold your panties away with one hand, the other coming up to lick at his fingers. They’re already coated in a thin layer of your slick, which makes him moan and then bring them down, stroking them over your folds. 

“Don’t- don’t tease,” you stutter out. “C’mon, I’m so fucking wet, Sunoo.” 

“I know,” he agrees. “I know you are.” He spreads you open with two fingers, watching you with hazy eyes as your pussy clenches uselessly around nothing. When he slips his fingers inside of you you moan high and desperate but also your cunt squelched with how wet you already are. He fucks his fingers in and out of you slowly, admiring the way slick oozes out of you with every thrust of his fingers, gathering wetly around the base of his fingers. When he pulls them out you whine, blinking up at him as he pushes them into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans. His own hips jerk and your gaze drags down his body, towards his crotch. You didn’t notice but now you can’t help but see it, the evident outline of his bulge in the jeans. When he pulls his fingers out of his mouth they’re coated in his spit and then he’s pushing them back inside of you. You falter briefly from trying to get up to your elbows, the sudden return of something inside of you making your eyes roll back. 

“You’re hard,” you gasp out but Sunoo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care because he’s too busy fingering you open, scissoring his fingers inside of you and pushing in to the knuckle. You had never noticed how long his fingers are before, but now they’re pressed so deep inside of you it’s hard for you to form a thought. “Sunoo,” you whine, gasping. “Let me, let me,” you say, pushing yourself up into a semi sitting position. 

“You don’t-” He cuts himself off as you unbutton and unzip his jeans, shoving your hand into the front of his briefs. He’s so hard it’s not difficult to pull his cock out through the hole. His cock is already flushed and leaking at the tip, precum rolling down the sides when you wrap your fingers around him, beginning to stroke. “Oh my God,” he moans, hips rocking up towards the tight circle of your fingers. 

“Get me off, I’ll get you off,” you offer, smearing precum up and down the sides of him. Sunoo nods, picking up the pace with his fingers, his opposite hand white knuckling your panties. You can barely breath, caught up in the pleasure of Sunoo’s fingers inside of you contrasting the hot pulse of his cock in your hand as you jerk him off.

You slide in as close as you can, your legs around him, your pussy nearly flush with his dick with the way you’re both frantically trying to get the other off. The high is making everything extra sensitive, the thick smell of smoke in your lungs, sweat trickling down your neck, your cunt pulsing with every inward thrust of his fingers. Sunoo leans forward to press his forehead against your shoulder, panting humidly against your throat as you get him off. For all that he seems like he’s barely holding on his fingers are ruthlessly fucking you, little whines leaving you as he shoves his fingers inside, curling them just right to have you nearly sobbing. 

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, Sunoo,” you sob, trying and failing to fuck yourself on his fingers. “Please, please, please.” He glances down, uncurling his thumb from around your panties to press it against your clit, circling it quickly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, hips jerking violently as he presses his fingertips into your walls, making you come. 

You gasp through your orgasm, white and black spots dancing through your vision as it takes over you, your body trembling where it’s pressed against Sunoo’s. As you struggle to come down through your orgasm he slides his fingers out of you so he can tighten you hand around his cock, fucking his hips up into it. You watch with hazy eyes as he chases his orgasm, fucking your fingers, lip between his teeth, pretty eyes squeezed shut until he comes. 

Cum spurts from his cock all over your hand, splattering on your thighs as he comes. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him come all over you, messy and thick and copious. A distant part of yourself wonders if he always comes like that. 

“Yeah,” he pants. “I always come that much.” Shit, you said it out loud. You are still so fucking out of it. “I can’t believe you jerked me off,” he says, letting go of your hand so you can uncurl your fingers from around his softening cock.

“It would’ve been rude not to,” you say, leaning back so you can place your panties back over your cunt. They’re sticky and wet now but you didn’t think to bring an extra pair. You didn’t think you were going to let your best friend finger fuck you in the back of your car. “You have something I can clean up with?” You ask. 

“You mean you didn’t think ahead?” Sunoo asks and you roll your eyes at him. He giggles, tucking himself back in his jeans. “You keep napkins in the glove compartment, right?” He asks, leaning over the console to get to it.

“Cleaning up your cum with fast food napkins,” you grumble and he laughs, digging them out. “Just how I wanted my night to go.”

a/n: *this fic talks about recreational drug use in the form of smoking weed. please make responsible decisions while under the influence, i won't tell you not to do it but if you're gonna, don't be stupid about it, okay? ; finally, a fic all for sunoo! i really think sunoo suits the best friend genre so well, he's so perfect for it. the way you can just turn around and have a very serious, "oh" moment if you're not careful. this one was a total whim of a fic to work on, i had a blast, i hope you enjoyed it too!

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full load (s. jy, p. js)

pairing. jay x female reader x jake

genre. Stuck in A Dryer AU, gasp… y/n is not the one stuck in a dryer🫨, summer loving, pwop, M/F, one shot

warnings. dubcon(do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), profanity, threesome, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 7k+

now playing. soaked//Shy Smith

a/n. dedicated to my lovely @simpjaes bc I suck and am taking forever to complete your actual bday fic. forgive me and enjoy this for now. ily🩷

smut warnings. sloppy hand job/oral, unprotected vaginal sex/anal penetration, degradation/praise, switch Jake, dom Jay, public indecency, a lot of sweat, creampies💕

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Why’d Jay even ask Jake to come over? To make him suffer in this heat? To ignore him while he splashes around in the pool with you? 

He’s been sitting here watching the two of you swim around wrapped in each other’s arms for 30 minutes now, squinting under the blaring sunlight as sweat gathers along his forehead. He could jump in, cannonball his ass in right next to the two of you and ruin your grotesque public displays of affection. If you can even deem shoving your tongues down each other’s throats as affection.

One could say he’s jealous(he is). It’s not everyday your two best friends decide to take their relationship further and start dating. Fuck, if he had known.. he would have gone for you first. Jake’s always liked you, how could he not? You’re his best friend, you comfort him when he’s sad, you make him laugh. Hands down you’re the person he needs most whenever he feels uncomfortable, you always know exactly what to say to calm his anxiety. 

He knew Jay liked you, but he never thought he’d actually have the balls to ask you out. It doesn’t matter, because Jake knows that he likes you more, he wants you more than Jay possibly ever could. Between the summer heat and his frustration, all he can imagine right now is the hundreds of ways to destroy your relationship. Why’d it have to be Jay..

Why did it have to be the one guy on this fucking planet that he’d kill for? Sometimes he’s not even sure who he’s more jealous of when he third wheels with the two of you. Jay treats you way too good for him to really hate on. He’s a good guy, and as much as Jake would do anything to make you happy, he knows that Jay would too.

“Jake!”

“Earth to Jake!”

“Jake, are you sleeping with your eyes open again?”

Huh? Oh. Blinking rapidly, he looks up to find you glaring at him with a look of confusion. The bikini you had on now covered up by a crotchet dress and shorts. 

“What?” He blurts out dazedly, swallowing as he seals his lips together. This heat really is getting to him..

“What’s up with you?” You squint, reaching out to feel his forehead. “You’re not getting sick, right?”

“No no, I’m fine, been sitting in the sun too long.”

“Well good.” You nod, displaying a conniving smile. “Because I have the perfect plan to get you up.”

“What?”

“Laundry mat.”

“What?” He repeats, even more confused. Slowly dragging his gaze down your body to where your hand has been holding onto a cart full of blankets and clothes. “Laundry?”

“Yes!” You say cheerfully, hopping onto your toes. “Let’s get going before it gets too late.”

“Uh,” he chuckles, running a hand through his sweaty nape. “I should get going, it’s too hot to be outside.”

“Jakeeee.”

“I don’t want to do laundry..”

“Don’t be like this!” You stomp, letting out an annoyed huff. “I need help!”

“No.” He snickers, head shaking.

“Come onnnn,” you go on whining, popping your hip out along with one of your best pouts that always breaks his resilience. “I have to get these sheets washed today, they’re soaking wet after last night.”

“Oh yeah?” He questions with a lifted eyebrow, standing up to eye the wagon stacked to the brim full of your bedding. “Exactly what were you up to?”

“Pftt, don’t be a perv.” You snort, bumping against his side and nestling in closer. “The air conditioner crapped out on me late yesterday and maintenance can’t make it until later today. My room feels like an oven thanks to this summer heat.”

“Can’t believe you got me out of my igloo of an apartment to be your laundry lacky. Why can’t Jay help you?”

“He’s gonna try to fix my AC unit since maintenance isn’t coming until later. Come on, pleaseee.” You continue to pester him, scratching down his arm lightly. “Besides, we haven’t hung out just the two of us alone in awhile. I miss my best friend.”

Really? Could have fooled him with your tongue down Jay’s throat every damn day..

“You’re the worst at trying to manipulate, you know that right?”

“But it’s working.” You smile proudly, nodding toward your cart of dirty laundry. “Come on. It’s just down the street.”

Jake grunts, rolling his eyes when you motion for him to take a hold of the cart.

“This thing weighs like 30 pounds! What are you going to carry?!”

“The dryer sheets!” You smirk, waving around the box of scented laundry sheets. “And coins for the machines of course.”

“This is bull, I should be charging you for this.”

“Pfttt, I should be charging you for coming over to use my pool.”

“It’s not your pool.” He scoffs, exiting your apartment complex to follow you out to the street. “Not even worth coming over for, none of your neighbors are hot.”

“You used to love coming over to swim.”

Yeah. Before you started dating Jay. Back when you’d shamelessly flirt with both of them, playing games and pranks that led to your bikini top floating across the pool. That was fun.

“Don’t you miss it?” Curling up to his free arm, you wrap around him, slowly walking side by side toward the laundry mat. “Last summer?”

Last summer.

Yeah. He does miss last summer, mostly your last Birthday.. 

Jay had passed out on your couch after a long day at the beach leaving the two of you to your own devices. 

‘I wanna swim some more.’ You said mischievously, dragging him out to the now empty pool area. It was too late, not even sure if you were allowed to use the pool at this hour. You tiptoed your way in together, floating around chatting about the movie you had just watched. 

‘I hate movies like that. The love triangle trope, it’s so overdone.’

‘I mean..’ Jake laughed, swimming around you. ‘She had to pick..’

‘No she didn’t. They both wanted her.’

‘Well yeah.. that’s why she had to pick.’

‘Why choose? Why can’t she have both?’

Jake paused, lifting an eyebrow at you. ‘Because that’s greedy.’

‘And? Why shouldn’t I be greedy?’

‘Huh?’

‘If I was in her situation.. I just think if they both want me, I should be able to have them both.’

‘That’s not..’

‘Why not?’

‘Because, feelings!’ He shrieked, smacking the water. ‘You can’t just.. expect two guys to treat you like some queen and worship you without regard to their own feelings.’

‘Maybe I’m greedy.’ You shrugged, cocking an eyebrow at him. ‘Would you still give me what I want?’

‘..what do you want?’

Jake had fallen asleep with the fattest smile on his face after you splashed him with water and sunk down under, popping him behind him with your palms covering his eyelids.

‘You. I want you.’

It was good to kiss you, to grip your hips and wrap your legs around his waist. So so good, to feel your body warmth so close to him, to taste your spit left behind on his lips. 

He should have stayed up, should have followed you to your bedroom and taken the night further with more than just a kiss. Should have, could have, and would have, then he wouldn’t have woken up in a hopeful daze. Stumbling into the kitchen to discover you and Jay wrapped up together smiling ear to ear.

‘Jay asked me to be his girlfriend.’

‘What the fuck.’

Yeah. He remembers last summer. In fact, he hasn’t once stopped thinking about it.

“Summer’s just starting..” he says, clearing his throat to shove aside those floods of memories. “We still have a couple of months to make this one even better..”

“You’re right.” You grin, nodding toward the laundry mat. “We’re here!”

“Great.” He rolls his eyes, following you inside. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Yeah, no air conditioning in here.” 

Not even properly functioning ceiling fans. The entire building feels worse than outside. So stuffy and hot, instantly sweltering his skin, gathering a thick line of sweat at his hairline. “Fuck, I can’t believe you dragged me here.”

“Technically, you dragged yourself.” You wink, leading him to the larger washers for your blankets. “I think you just love me that much.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Hopping onto one of the machines, his legs swing, shaking his shirt as he gets comfortable sitting. “This has to be what hell feels like.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You point up toward the ceiling. “There’s a little breeze coming from these ancient fans.”

Jake squints up, cursing under his breath as sweat rolls down his throat and begins to dampen his shirt to his skin. “Should be illegal to operate a business like this without air conditioning.”

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed.. no one else is in here other than us.”

No, only someone insane and masochistic would put themselves through this heat. He’d rather buy new clothes than do laundry if it means enduring this. 

“Alright, maybe you’re not that dramatic.” You sigh, pausing after adding another blanket to the washing machine. “This is a lot harder to do in this heat..”

If Jay was here he’d crack a joke about the amount of sweat that’s soaked through his boxers. Squirming on the dryer he's on top of, he looks back at you just in time to see your arms lifting to pull off the crochet swimsuit cover you have on. “I should wash all of this too, I’ve sweated through it all. Give me your shirt.”

“What?”

“I have to wash this bikini.” 

“Why do you want my shi—“

Oh fuck. That’s why.

Shimmying out of your shorts, you waste no time to reach up and untie your top. Likely much faster than the slow motion visual before his eyes. Sweat trickles between your breasts, slowly bouncing as you release the bikini strings and shake your soaked hair away from your face, slowly fanning yourself with your hand.

“Fuck, it’s hot.”

“So hot.” Jake mutters, struggling to swallow as your hands slide down your sides to grab the bikini strings at your hips. “So so so hot.”

“Jake!” You laugh, snapping him out of his live action wet dream by hurling your bikini top at his face. “You perv, give me your shirt.”

“Oh uh, but it’s really sweaty..”

“I can’t walk around here naked.”

Yes. Yes you can.

He gulps, laughing nervously before hopping off of the dryer to peel off his heavy drenched shirt. “Sorry if it smells..”

“It smells like you.” You smile, pulling on the wet shirt that clings to your shoulders. Standing with your thighs apart for your bottoms to fall to the floor. “My favorite smell.”

Eyeing your bikini bottoms before you snatch them up and add them to the pile inside of the washer, he pockets his hands. Gripping at the material stuck to his upper thighs. “Hah.. probably smells gross right now though..”

“Not at all,” you bend down, the hem of his shirt teasingly floating at the tops of your thighs. Any inch higher and he’d be able to see everything, every precious gorgeous part of you. “You always smell good.”

Slamming the washer shut, you let out a deep breath and start the machine. “Finally!”

“Only 30 minutes, that’s fast for such a huge load..”

“Yeah? Would you be able to go longer?” You ask cheekily, peering over your shoulder at him with a flirty grin. Fuck, that’s something he hasn’t seen in awhile..

“Wh-what?” He stutters, unable to decipher if this is actually happening or he’s having a heat stroke. It’s too fucking hot in here, his boxers have melted to his skin, the rubber from his sneakers glued to the ground. 

“Oh my God Jakey! Have you been working out??” Turning around, you reach for his biceps. Hands gripping around each one. “Wow, look at those abs..”

Definitely a heat stroke.

“Hah—ah no more than usual.” He hasn’t been working out at all for the last couple of weeks. The only muscle built up in his arms coming from jerking off until his cock is ready to fall off for the past five days. “You know, my nightly crunches.”

The ones he’s been trading in to spiral in bed edging himself for hours. Maybe replaying that kiss in the pool last summer. He’s definitely had some fantasy of you naked in nothing but one of his shirts exactly like this too.

“I’m impressed.” You ooo and ahh, swiping the tip of your index finger between the lines of muscle etched on his stomach. “Always liked your abs, so sexy.”

This has to be a dream, he chuckles, only to ignore how much his stomach twitches and trembles under your touch. “We should work out together, I can show you my best ab exercises..”

“We should.” You agree with a more serious tone, dipping into his bellybutton.

“Ah, don’t.” He curls in, gripping your wrist. 

“Is that one of your spots?”

“Spots?”

“You know, like an erogenous zone?”

“What’s that.”

“You know,” stepping closer to him, you trace around his navel, slowly scratching a nail down the faint line of hair beneath it. “An area that turns you on when it gets touched.”

“Oh.”

“The way you reacted..” biting down on your lip, you do it again. Prodding at his bellybutton. A moan slips from his extra pink lips, flushed with more color than usual as nothing but heat surrounds the both of you. “I think you like it when I touch you there.”

“Uh..”

A loud buzz startles you, jumping up and gasping as the washer goes off. 30 minutes went by fast. Too fast.

“That’s the good thing about these laundry mats. These gigantic machines work fast at least.”

“Yeah..” he gets distracted watching you stand and bend over and over again as you switch your clean clothes over to a dryer. “By the way, I can definitely go longer than 30 minutes..”

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, slamming the dryer closed. “Jerking off doesn’t count.”

Shit.

Jake shrugs, hopping back on to sit on one of the dryers. “Well, if it did, I doubt anyone can match my streak.”

“How long can you go?” Turning around, you grab onto his thighs, pulling yourself to stand between. Head tilted to one side curiously. 

“Hours.” He nods, licking at his lips. The sweat pooling at his Cupid’s bow adding a hint of saltiness. “7 at least..”

“See, that’s just not realistic.”

“Why not?”

“You can’t fuck me for 7 hours.”

“Why not?” Jake’s mouth slams shut, breaking eye contact with you before he can see the way your gaze lights up. Pressing in, you go back to playing with his navel. 

“You can’t fuck my pussy for 7 hours.”

“Why—“

“You have to give her a break baby, I have other holes for a reason.”

Fuck. 

His mouth hangs open, gaze wavering over your expression trying to figure out what you’re up to. You can’t seriously be talking to him like this only because Jay’s not around..

“Yeah? Show me.”

He shouldn’t be this bold, but then again, he’s still trying to convince himself that this isn’t actually happening. He’s probably passed out by the pool, drenched in sweat while you still play tonsil hockey with Jay completely oblivious to his existence.

BUZZ!

“That was fast.” You push away from him with a pleased smile. Further taunting him with an extra sway to your hips as you begin to empty out the machine. “God, I’m sweating everywhere.”

The heat from the dryer fills up the already congested room even more, making the air humid and blurry. Jake grunts in response, smoothing the sweat off his stomach to form a puddle at the crotch of his shorts. “Yeah, I need a long shower after this.”

“You can wash up at my place when we head back.”

“All done?” He asks, nibbling at his bottom lip. Despite how hot it is in here- he’s not ready to leave just yet. You’re right, it’s been too long now since the two of you spent this much time alone. He should ask how things are going with you and Jay, maybe start a conversation about your plans after summer. If you’re going to pick up a new part time job while you’re in school. But right now the only topic he can wrap his head around is on your other holes.

What the fuck did you mean by that. Scratch that, he knows exactly what you meant.

“So uhh.. anything else left to wash?”

“All done! Let me get these sheets folded up and then we can head back.”

Damnit. He needs to figure something out, quickly.

“What about my shirt?”

“Oh, right.” Holding your arms open to look at the material clinging to your body like a second skin, you glance back at him. “I’m all wet.”

“And you have nothing on under that.”

“I can wash it for you later, if you don’t mind?”

“What am I going to wear home?”

“Fine fine,” grumbling at him, you dig through the pile of folded up clean laundry. “Wait? Where’s my top?” You frown, frantically sorting through your things. “Can you check the dryer for me? I don’t think I would have missed it..”

Jake nods, bending over to get a better look inside of the machine, still hot from use. “Shit I think the dryer ate your bathing suit..”

“What! No!!”

“The strings are.. stuck between the paddles.” He coughs, lowering down onto his knees to get his head inside. “Don’t think it’s even salvageable at this point.”

“Jake please! This bikini was so expensive.” You whine from behind him. Squatting down to lean over on his back and try to get a look yourself. “I can’t see, please try to get it for me!”

Letting out an exasperated groan, he inches in deeper. Sweat profusely running down his face now with his upper half fully inside of the dryer. The shit he does for you..

“I’ll try my best.” 

“You got this.” You echoe from behind, grabbing onto his hips with a firm squeeze. “You’re my good boy.”

Jake’s heart hammers rapidly at your praise, lips pulled tightly over his teeth to not groan when you fully press against his backside.

“Your back muscles look so good Jakey.” 

Fuck. How can he concentrate with you complimenting him like this? The weight of your body bending over on top of his adding to the fuel of arousal building up in his gut. He tries to ignore it and continue working out removing the knot your bikini strap formed around one of the paddles. It’s harder than it looks with such a small amount of space to accommodate his arms and shoulders. Suffocated from his body heat and the warm metal digging into his chest, he groans and lays flat to catch his breath. “It’s too hard.”

“You’re doing so good, baby, come on.” Another hard squeeze digs into his hips, adding more force to raise his slumped thighs up straight. The arch in his back sinks in, alerting all of his senses as your thumbs press against the dimples along his lower back. “The only thing that should be too hard for you is that dick.”

Jerking up, the top of his head slams against the dryer. Groaning and fumbling with the bikini triangle between his fingers. “What—uh..”

The sound of his belt buckle clinking open nearly makes his eyes go crossed, neck arching up as you push the wadded up drenched material of his shorts and boxers down past his thighs at the same time. It’s all too real, how hot your upper thighs feel pressed against the backs of his. Hitting his head against the dryer again as a knee-jerk reaction has him attempting to turn around to make sure this is actually happening.

“You’re so hard.” You say quietly from behind him, palms grazing down the sides of his torso to his pelvis. “Because of me?”

“No— that’s, I’m—“ he stutters, breathing raggedly. Mortified and so fucking unimaginably aroused by your soft hand wrapping around his length. A choked garbled sound rushes from his throat. Weakly shaking his head to tell you to stop, but you can’t see. Can’t see how his features crumble and eyes water up to hold in tears. You can’t do this, he should be the one getting you off.

“D-don’t please..”

“Shh, I want to.” You reassure, circling both of your hands onto his length. Coating your fingers with the pre-cum covering the tip of his cock. “You’re so hard, must hurt so much.”

Hurts. Hurts so fucking much. The veins lining his cock thrum in tandem with the ones beating out angrily along his forehead. He can practically taste the sweat on your palm at the back of his tongue. Using all of his willpower to not thrust against your hand as you begin to jerk him off so sloppily. Treating his cock like your play thing to use whenever you get bored.

“Feel good baby? You feel so good in my hand, want you inside of me so bad.” Fuckfuckfuck, you can’t say shit like that to him! He’s already forgetting how to breathe, how to hold himself up. You probably think he’s so weak, so helpless and disgusting. Whining like nothing but a useless whore from the mere touch of you. Flames burn through his skin, rudy and raw on his cheeks. Throat on fire as a scream rips free and his stomach clenches painfully to not cum right then and there.

“Please, that’s! I’m—I’m going to—!”

Cooing lovingly behind him, you adjust to jerking him with one hand, shifting down to massage his exposed sack with your other.

“Nonono!” 

“Come on Jakey, cum for me baby.” The rough motion of your hand works in contrast to the smoothness lining your palm. Sweat and pre-cum gliding your aggressive touch up and down his size better than his own ever possibly could. His thighs tremble, back arched in, pulling at the bikini material in his grasp hard enough to hear a tear of lycra rip out around him. Fuck your stupid flimsy bikini top, trapping him in here, making his arms go numb as his brain follows and he bites down on his plump bottom lip.

“Give it to me Jake, I want it!” The wet sound of slurping reaches his ears before he realizes it’s coming from your tongue dragging down the underlining of his sack. Knocking his knees to the ground painfully as his feet kick out and toes convulse.

“Shit! Ahh!”

It’s too nasty, he’s too sweaty for your pretty mouth to be doing this right now. To bounce his balls against your tongue and savor the raw taste of him so greedily. How disgusting can you be? So shameless, sucking the wrinkly skin between your lips, audibly making a show of slurping and swallowing the salty sweat dripping down your throat. He can’t control the embarrassingly loud moan that booms out around him, amplified by the metal dryer. “That’s—don’t!”

“You like it.” You state without question, shaking his thick cock like a toy. Clenching his stomach as he tries to hold his release and not make a mess all over your hand. “Sound so pretty when you moan.”

Jake’s always been pitchy and whiny but hearing him like this could become addictive. Moaning through the saliva filling up his throat, all garbled and desperate. Still deep and manly even when he hits high pitches and breaths outs through his nose practically wheezing. 

“Please please, have to—stop!” He doesn’t want to think about it, how easily you’ve gotten him to this point. So out of his body and mind that the only sensible thought he can coin up is to not shoot his load into your palm. “Stopstop!”

“Give it to me.” You demand, pursing your lips together to shoot a wad of spit directly at his rim. Setting his spine ramrod straight as his head hits the inside of the dryer once more. Too dizzy to even comprehend how hard he hit the metal blades, he slumps and convulses in place. Mouth hung open, head tossed back, chest pounding.

A hot wave far too different from one of nature melts down his limbs. Eyes shooting open only to see nothing ahead, black and white clouding his mind right as your thumb rolls across the slit of his cockhead to encourage the first spurt of cum to rip free. 

Humiliation fills his lungs as hot steamy white ropes shoot out and hit your fingers and palm, thickening up the stroke you keep giving him. Cumming so easily from a few touches alone after bragging about edging himself for hours. He can’t stand it, wants more of it, wants you to drag him around by his hair and slap his face with his own release. Tell him how useless he is for boasting and lying to you.

“That’s it baby.. that’s it.” 

Fuck. He can’t even deny how good it is to hear your soft praises. Tension immediately lifts from his body, the strain in his shoulders dissipating as he relaxes against the dryer. He needs more, needs to sink down to his knees and eat you out for hours while you coo at him and mock him. He needs you.

“I can’t leave your ass alone for one minute.” The sound of Jay’s familiar deep tone awakens him from the orgasm still rolling through his body in thunderous waves. That can’t be Jay.. why would be here?

“You’re late.” You say with a clear smile in your voice. “Missed you.”

“I see that.” He says sarcastically, nodding to the mess of cum still clinging between your fingers. “Now, explain to me why he’s hanging bare ass out of that dryer.”

“He’s trying to get my bikini out of there..”

“Sounds like a lie.” Shooing you aside, Jay lowers himself to squat behind his friend. A displeased tight lip displayed on his face. “You’re really going to make me pull your naked ass out of there?”

“Can you? My arm got cramped up in here..”

Jay scoffs, wrapping around his torso from behind to firmly haul his body free. Quickly rolling off of him with a sneer. “All that and still no bikini top.”

“You owe me a new one.” You motion toward Jake, standing up with his shirt still on. “Or.. you can make it up to me another way.”

Jake peers up anxiously, wondering how the hell he ended up with his bare ass on the floor of this old laundry mat. 

“So greedy.” Jay glares at you, reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t ever be satisfied with just one.”

“Pleaseee, you said we could ask him to join..”

“What’s.. join what?”

“Jakey, you know that I like you.” Moving down to straddle his thighs, you wrap around his shoulders. “I know that you like me.”

“Here we go again.” Jay huffs, eyeing the cart of washed linens. “I thought you were going to wash your summer clothes? What’s this?”

“I made a mess last night. After the AC broke, I couldn’t sleep. Kept thinking about both of you stuffing me full.”

“Or,” unfolding one of your blankets, he lays it out flat on the ground. “You knew exactly what you were doing and planned all of this, down to leaving me alone in your hot ass apartment with tools you’ve never used once in your life.”

“I’m not that smart.” You giggle, shrugging. “But crazy how things worked out in my favor.”

“Whatever.” Jay rolls his eyes at you playfully, immediately switching to glare at Jake. “You don’t get to fuck her in the ass. Not yet.”

Jake’s eyes perk all the way open, crawling on his knees onto the blanket. “Who’s going in what ass?”

“My ass.” You add with an arched eyebrow. “Unless..”

“Hey.” Jay pinches your thigh, pulling at the shirt sticking to your skin. “Off. We don’t know if some other crazy person will decide to come out of their cave to do laundry at this hour.”

Jake’s gaze trails to follow your movements, the flirty smile you display for Jay as you slowly strip free from his shirt and crawl past him, laying back on the blanket propped up on your elbows. “You next.”

Jay nods, quickly freeing himself of the sweaty tank top he arrived in. Still wearing the same swim trunks he had on earlier. Jake’s gaze follows after yours, swallowing as his friend shoves down his shorts and shoves them aside.

“Dude.”

“Sorry.” Jake’s head snaps, quickly snapshotting Jay’s cock in his mind. Trying to convince himself that they aren’t that different in size.. last time they bathed together in middle school, Jake was definitely bigger.. times have changed.

“I’m already prepped.” You mention sneakily, turning onto your side to pull your ass apart. 

Jay growls, grabbing you by your ankles to drag your body closer. “Such a fucking slut.”

“You like it.” 

Jake wearily eyes between the two of you, unsure if he should stick a hand out or get closer to where Jay’s sitting on his knees. He probably wouldn’t like that..

“Come here baby, don’t be nervous.” With grabby hands reaching towards Jake, he follows and lays down by your side. Leaning in for the kiss you initiate. It’s too hot in here to waste time and ease into it, sucking on your saliva like a man dying of thirst, he wraps around your body. Hands groping along your thighs and waist until you change the position and manage to get on top of him. 

It’s been awhile since he’s been this close to you, let alone fully naked. Strumming arousal through his cock to his chest, he pulls back from your lips to admire how good you look on top of him. Lips swollen, chest shining with sweat, defined stomach twitching as you do the same and take in his nearly destroyed appearance. 

“So big Jakey, so hard again for me.” You whisper, hand returning to squeeze his length as you sit up and direct the tip between your wet folds. 

Jake might let out the most humiliating scream right now if you dare to say his name so sweetly again. Having to lift his neck to watch the tip of his cock get coated with your glossu arousal. Whimpers still manage to pass through his wet lips, sucking on the bottom to suppress more as Jay watches on from behind you. His strong hands massaging and digging into your soft flesh.

“Oh my God—“ he squeals, struggling to inhale as you prod at your entrance. The tight ring of muscle snapping around his cockhead like a rubberband. “Fuck, I—“

“How am I going to fit you both.” You mumble, mouth hung open as you watch the tip of his length enter you for the first time. 

“Like this.” Jay rumbles against your ear. The hands locked on your waist forcing you down to take Jake’s size all in one go.

“Ahh!” The shout you let out nearly mutes the round of gasps and frantic moans Jake lets out. Wide eyes staring at the space between your thighs where his cock has disappeared into in shock.

“I’m inside you..” he whispers faintly, head dropping back, hitting the blanketed ground hard. “Fuck, I’m inside of you.”

Not a minute goes by before Jay’s vicious hold on your stomach begins to maneuver you back and forth on Jake’s length. Making you take every inch before you can fully get used to his size. Too wet to even care that it stings and hurts just a little bit. Reaching behind yourself to scratch and smack at his shoulders. “So mean!”

“Exactly how you like it.” He spits against your ear. Biting down on the lobe and entering your ass without any warning.

“Jay!” The initial shock of his full size entering shoots a spasm through your body, head dropped back against his shoulder gasping for air.

“Said you were prepped.” He grunts, grabbing onto your waist hard enough to leave marks or his fingertips and nails behind. “Still too fucking tight to take me.”

Jay’s hard hitting thrusts build up speed instantly. Ramming the full length of his hard rock rod deep inside of your ass. Pulling out each time Jake pushes in sending different nerves into a craze. 

Indistinguishable moans sing from your throat. Finally full the way you’ve been craving and begging your boyfriend to let you experience. Playing with different sizes of dildos to convince him of how good you’d look taking two cocks at once.

Now with his eyes focused on the way the skin under your navel protrudes each time Jake thrusts in, he can’t disagree with you. Squeezing the life out of his cock as he watches another man fuck you at the same time. Listening to your wanton moans right against his ear. So filthy and sexy, the weight of two cocks pressed deep inside of you only separated by thin layers of skin. Unable to comprehend if that’s just your pulsating heat of Jake’s dick throbbing through your flesh against his. 

The feelings mutual between the three of you. All too caught up in your own need to fuck and get off, chasing after your orgasmic highs. Sweat drips from the walls and your holes simultaneously. Riding both of them at the same time as earth cracking screams rip from between your lungs and you struggle to build a faster pace.

“You can do better than that.” Jay commands with a skin burning slap to your ass, crossing his arms on his chest to watch you bounce up and down on his length. “Faster.”

“S’too much!” You fold, eyes wrinkled shut with your palms flat against Jake’s spasming abdomen. 

“C-close, getting close.” Jake whines between garbled moans. Scratching his nails down your gyrating thighs. 

“Please, don’t pull out! Want you both to fill me up, need to feel full of you both. Please please!” 

God, Jake might lose his mind if he wakes up from this. There’s no way in the fucking world that you whine this pretty, look this good getting fucked. The sweat on your face literally glistening akin to droplets of glitter, wet hair splayed on your neck and shoulders as if an artist's hands carved out the details. It’s stupid how unreal you look begging for cum, begging to cock deep inside of your pussy and ass. Worse than sin personified as you claw at his shoulders and leave marks behind as if the devil himself has his evil hooks in his clutches. 

“I’ll give you anything that you fucking want.” Jay growls against your ear, locking eyes with Jake beneath the two of you. Lower half hammering against your backside throwing your hips into a rapid frenzy to ride his cock. 

He will, Jake will give you anything you fucking want in life. Even if it means sharing you with his best friend, because nothing can top this right now. Cupping your bouncing breasts in his hands as you slam down on his length, chanting out all the ways you crave to be filled. He’ll feed your greed for a drop of a taste of this. Writhing upward to match your pace against the sticky sweat puddled at his lower back. The wet sounds emitting from between your thighs, from Jay’s sturdy chest beating against your back, from his weight being jerked up and down your blanket by the force of your hips.

“Fuck, aghh—” Jake can’t hide the way his cheeks redden as more incoherent desperation soars out of him. Too obvious when Jay glares down at him to further remind him of how embarrassed he should be. Turned into a straight up puddle of mush with his eyes rolled back far enough to only leave the whites displayed. He can’t find the will to care anymore, cock wrapped up too tight in your dripping wet warmth, breasts molded to his hands unable to let go no matter how hard you fuck him. 

“I’m cumming!” As hard as he tries to hold it in, he can’t anymore. Not with the residue of your saliva still painted on his sack, not with your tongue hanging out panting like a rabid animal with piercing eyes laser focused on him. He has to fill you up, drive each inch deep enough to paint your womb with his release, leave a part of himself inside of you forever. “Can—can’t, fuck!”

Sticky hot seed blankets his length, throwing his hips in a circle as Jay comes to a stop behind you and pushes down on the tip of Jake’s cock extending out from beneath your navel. “He’s so deep.” He whispers hotly against your ear, breaking your resolve.

Jay doesn’t allow you time to process the wash of white blinding heat scathing down your body. Quickly shoving you down onto Jake’s limp convulsing frame and tethering your arms back. He leverages his strength with the grip around your wrists, speeding up to a brutal pace to pound into your ass. The pressure of your orgasm extends out, crumbling your tiny bit of sense left as drool trickles free from the corners of your mouth. Rocked fiercely against Jake’s twitching abdominal, cock plunging in and out of your ass at an angry pace.

Anger for going behind his back after he gave you the okay and agreed to opening up your relationship. Anger because you’re such a needy slut desperate for cock all of the damn time. Pissing him off until he fucks you full of load after load until he’s an emptied panting disaster on your bed. Some horny fucking cock demon masked with bows in your hair is what you really are. 

“Ah, baby!” You sob out, cracked voice echoing through the laundry mat. “Too much!”

“Too much? Shut the fuck up.” He grits, slapping your ass roughly with his free hand. “This is what you fucking wanted.”

It is. All you’ve ever wanted and fantasized about for years. Your best friends using your body however they(you) want. The pain of Jake’s cock popping free from your cunt right as Jay pummels his fully inside of your ass. Pulling on your wrists hard enough to pop your shoulders, getting your back pressed back up against his chest. 

“Giving you what you want, what you fucking begged for.” He rasps against your ear, free hand finding your throat to circle around. “Desperate little slut so hungry for cock. Think you can just hand this pussy out to anyone.”

“N-no,” you cry, trembling in his hold. Ass clamping on his length relentlessly burying deep inside of you over and over again. “Only want you.” 

Jake’s whimper sounds out beneath you, the position Jay set you in spreading your drenched pussy over his softening cock repeatedly. “Only the two of you.” You choke, scrambling to grab onto Jake’s waist for some control. 

It’s useless, losing the war for power to Jay’s merciless thrusts that bounce your ass back against his stomach and hips. Rippling through your bottom with each pointed slam of his cock. Keeping your wrists pinned to your lower back with his thick palm splayed on your throat, forcing you to meet his mouth to land a searing kiss between your parted open lips. “Begging me to fuck your ass like this, only to bitch about how you can’t take it.”

“I can— I can!” Tears mix with the sweat on your face, drool connecting your bitten over swollen lips. The prettiest wreck Jay’s ever wanted to fix only to break again, over and over. Always teasing him about being too gentle with you only to make a fuss like this when he gives you exactly what you want. 

“My nasty little cocksleeve, good for nothing but taking this dick.” Hawking a wad of spit between your lips, he smacks your cheek to shut your mouth and swallow. Tossing you down to lay flat against Jake’s chest. “Don’t fucking move.”

Broken cries and muffled sounds roll off your tongue as your chest rubs against Jake’s. Meeting his glazed over eyes, slowly blinking at each other before Jay grips onto your shoulders and fucks into you with abandon. Breathing raggedly as sweat blurs his vision and Jake reaches down to grab onto your ass, splitting you completely wide open his friend to get a full visual of his cock ripping through your rim.

“Ah, fuck!” That’s all it takes to break down his need to finish inside of you last. To make sure you know good and well who you really belong to. Cum shoots out of him aggressively, pushing out past his girth stretching your ass out, the sticky white so obscenely beautiful across your swollen rim. Struggling to bubble free with his size so full and deep inside of you.

“Fuck, this was not real.” Jake collapses flat, hands slipping from your ass. Mind still too fogged up post orgasm, hissing when you shift and the tip of his length nearly finds its way back inside of you. “C-can’t, too sensitive..” he admits feebly.

“7 hours.” You whisper weakly against his chest, feeling the hint of a smile with the fronts of your teeth dragging on his skin.

“Yeah yeah..”

A lewd pop rolls shivers up your spine as Jay slides out, drawing a loud wet sound of cum following his exit. Slapping your ass again, he reaches up to pat your head. “What you get for disobeying me.”

“Mean..”

Jake hates that his cock twitches between your bodies, refusing to meet Jay’s gaze as he tries to focus on what’s grosser. The dried cum in his bellybutton, the puddle of sweat under his ass, or his best friend's nut pouring from your ass to land on his thighs..

“We have to wash this blanket again.” Jay sighs, littering light kisses down your back. “What a fucking mess.” ————————————