Johnny Suh EVERYONE

Johnny Suh EVERYONE 🤤

YUTA NAKAMOTO 🤤

i’m on my knees

On Show

NCT Jisung x Female reader

Genre - Smut, older reader

Warnings - Hard Dom!Jisung, use of the word 'Noona' a few times, exhibitionism, slight possessive language, choking, humiliation, hair pulling, manhandling, slight praise & slight degradation, fingering, oral (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, male masturbation, a lot of dialogue, mentions of corruption

Word count - 5.6k

Summary - After seeing marks on you, Jaemin, Jeno and Haechan get curious about you and Jisung's sex life and get more than just an explanation when they're on a discord call together.

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“Jisung you’re a fucking idot” Haechan cried into his mic as he got shot, the game depended on Jisung to kill the final player of the opposing team, but instead he missed and shot Haechan “Now we’ve lost, great” He took his fingers off of his keyboard.

“That’s enough of that game” Jeno sighed and exited the game, clicking on the open discord tab and allowing the four cameras to appear. The other boys did the same thing.

“I hate you” Haechan’s words were light hearted but as clear as day, the other three boys laughed.

“I’m never playing with either of you again” Jaemin leaned back in his chair. Their mindless chatter and petty spats continued until you walked into Jisung’s room, sending a smile to him. His eyes visibly lit up when he saw you.

“I’m guessing she just walked in” Haechan’s comment fell on deaf ears as Jisung watched you walk over to him.

“Hi baby” He pulled you down to sit across his lap, your arm went around his shoulders. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Hello” You smiled against his lips when he kissed you softly, a cough in his ears made him pull away and roll his eyes.

“At least let us say hello” Jisung took his headphones off, placing them on your head and putting in earphones so he could hear them two. He moved you so you were sitting with your back against his chest, his fingers laced together when his arms went around you and held you against him.

“It’s always a pleasure” If there was one thing that made Jisung happy, it was the fact that his friend’s loved you. They were always so welcoming and kind to you and had never spoken a bad word about you to him, it was everyone’s dream to have all of their friends adore their partner and Jisung had that.

He was zoned out as he rested his head in your neck, smiling softly as his thoughts ran wild about you. Despite the earphone in his ear he didn’t pay any attention to the ongoing conversation you were having with them, he almost failed to notice the lack of clothing you had on under your, his, oversized shirt. Just a pair of underwear, coincidentally the same pair he had fucked you in around an hour early and told you to keep on so his cum wouldn’t slip out of you and so that you were ready for him to fuck you again when he was finished and he was so close to being finished, that’s why you had oh so randomly appeared in his room, he laughed into your neck.

“Give me a moment” He took the headphones off of you and placed them on his desk, muting the mic and turning your body to have you sitting across your lap and placing his finger under your chin to make you look at him.

“I know why you’re in here” You pressed your hands against his chest and laughed, moving your face closer to his.

“Why am I here then?”

“You wanted to check if I was done” You hummed and nodded, amusement in your eyes “Because you want me to fuck you again” You giggled and kissed him, gently.

“And if that is the reason?”

“Maybe you should go wait for me in the bedroom” He squeezed your thigh as he spoke, smirking as he kissed you again “Go, i’ll be in there soon” You nodded and got up, rushing out of the room to go to the bedroom, he on the other hand felt like a deer in headlights as he turned back to his computer and noticed he muted his mic, but not his camera. He rushed to put his headphones on and unmute his mic.

“Well well well”

“Shut up”

“What did you two talk about?” Haechan questioned, a mischievous smile on his face.

“It’s none of your concern”

“If you’re going to be so blatantly obvious in front of us, i believe it is” Jaemin’s voice was just as cheeky as Haechans “Besides, we could all see the marks” Jisung looked at them, eyebrow risen.

“Marks”

“On her neck, on her thighs, you don’t hide them do you” Despite how they expected him to react, he simply just laughed and shook his head.

“What’s the point in hiding them, everyone knows she’s mine, it’s fun to leave them behind”

“Never pinned you as someone who would act this way” The boys were quite shocked, but they wanted to see how far they could push him.

“You know” Jeno started “Isn’t she older than you, she is probably the one who throws you around in the bedroom” The other two laughed to themselves, but the laugh Jisung let out was different to theirs, they narrowed their eyes at him.

“Then I guess you would all be surprised if you saw what it was really like”

“Show us then” Haechan was quick to comment, and Jaemin was just as fast to add on.

“Yeah, prove it”

“Fine I will”

“How do you plan on doing that?” Jeno’s question rang through Jisung’s ears causing him to rack his brain.

“I’ll fuck her, right here on a call in front of you all”

“And she'll just happily agree to that?” Jisung laughed at Jeno’s question.

“You guys really don’t know her” Jisung leaned back in his chair, placing his hands on his stomach. “Believe me, she’ll agree”

“Okay then, tomorrow night, on this call, cameras and mics on. Show us”

“Deal” With that Jisung ended the call and stood up, making his way to you who was laying on your bed, his shirt had been discarded and you were laying his just your underwear. The underwear that was soaked with the mixture of your cum.

“You’re irresistible” He knelt between your legs, running his fingers over your thighs “So fuckable” You whimpered when his fingers made contact with your covered clit, he found it just delicious how wet you were. He leaned over you, lips ghosting over yours.

“I have something to ask you” He spoke, you whined when he pressed his fingers harder against you.

“What, what is it?” You were withering away under him.

“Still want me to fuck you in front of the boys” Still, you had spoke about it before, discussed the fantasy you had of letting him fuck you in front of his friends.

“Fuck” Was all you could let out “Please Sungie” He laughed at your desperation.

“Good girl, tomorrow night, over our discord call, i’ll fuck you in front of them” You nodded eagerly, thoughts running through your mind at what could happen. “But for now, let me have you”

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“Are you ready?” You nodded and leaned back against him, his arms around your waist as your back touched his chest. You were both sitting in his chair in front of his desk, everything was ready, the boys were there in front of you. Jisung’s mic and camera were off, he wanted to make sure you were completely ready before turning anything on.

“Sungie, i’m ready you can turn it on” He nodded and pressed a short kiss to your cheek. He leaned forward and turned on his camera and mic. He decided to ditch the headphones for that night, leaving his computer on full volume so you could both hear the boys perfectly. He wanted to give them a clear view of you, of everything that you had to offer and good god you had so much to offer. He was addicted to you, to your body, the way you reacted to him, you were a weakness and you were all his.

“Well well well what a pretty sight” Haechan’s voice rang out as he saw you.

“And all mine” Jisung pressed a kiss to your neck and you smiled.

“We didn’t come here to see you all sappy” Unlike the words he said, there was amusement behind Jaemin’s voice.

“Get on with it” They were joking, but you weren’t.

“Sungie..” You whined as his fingers trailed along your inner thighs, he hummed in your ear “Touch me” He laughed in your ear, you were only wearing his shirt and some underwear, pretty ones too. He had previously brought you special pairs of panties, ones with such thin, flimsy straps. They were so easy to rip off of you and break and that’s what he enjoyed doing, he could never grow tired of the whiny gasp you let out every time he does it.

“Noona” He said it quite loud, almost as if he wanted to make sure they heard, you whined at the name “Have some patience” He pushed up the hem of your shirt, opening your legs wider so the boys could properly see you. The white underwear came in handy as they showed the small wet patch that was growing on them. All three of the boys who were watching couldn’t fight the way their mouths watered at the sight.

“I don’t want patience, I want you” Jisung was entertained by your words, it had seemed that within seconds you had already forgotten about the company you two had, but you hadn’t. You were more than aware of the attention you were receiving from the three boys and you loved it. You gasped when you felt one of his hands wrap around your neck.

“If you want to cum, I suggest you be the good fucking girl I know you can be” You gasped as his fingers pressed harder into the sides of his neck “Got it?” You nodded and whimpered “Now, apologise to them for being so impatient” Haechan had his mouth open in shock whilst the other two’s eyes looked as if they were bulging out of their head. “Noona, don’t leave them waiting”

“I’m” You let out a breath when Jisung’s fingers loosened on your neck “I’m sorry”

“Sorry for what” The way he spoke ‘what’ made you shiver, he said it as if he spat it out.

“Sorry for being so impatient”

“Are you going to be good for me” His fingers tightened on your neck once more, this time his other hand went between your things, pads of his fingers pressing against the wet spot on them “For them?” You could only nod, he dropped his hand from your neck but kept his fingers resting on your underwear. He slowly dragged his fingers to the side of them, gripping them in his fingers and ripping them forward causing them to tear, he was correctly about the gasp you let out and he still loved it, no matter how many times it happened.

His fingers moved up your slit, there was a smirk on his face when he made direct contact with your wetness, you were soaked. So wet, so warm and so ready for him, it was exactly how he liked it. Your legs twitched slightly when he made contact with your clit, the twitching only intensified when he pressed his fingers down against it.

“Cute” It was quiet, you weren’t even sure if the other three boys had heard him speak but you did. Jisung loved how you reacted to his fingers, when he slid them over your clit in tight, quick circles. He had a talent for sending you to places with his fingers, they were so slim and long that they always hit you hard when he had them inside of you, always reaching places you could never on your own and they always, absolutely always managed to curl up perfectly. Having his fingers inside of you was a normal occurrence, his favourite way to work you up and make you want him, so today was no different, even with his friends watching. Maybe the way you fell apart in front of them stroked his ego and he wanted more of that feeling, all whilst sending you to heaven in the simplest of ways.

You tried your hardest not to move in his lap, trying to keep still when his fingers moved down your slit and he pushed one of them into you, it was only moments later when he added another one. His movements weren’t rushed, he took things slow. Fingers thrusting in and out of you, scissoring apart inside of you in order to stretch you out move but it was when they curled inside of you that you almost lost it. Your eyes fluttered shut momentarily as your hands went to his arms, fingers pressing into his skin as he sped up his fingers. They opened when you moaned slightly, feeling his fingers move quicker against your walls. When they did open your eyes went straight to the monitor, drifting towards a certain boy who was sitting back in his chair.

“Haechan” His name came out quietly but he heard it, Jisung looked up at the boy’s camera and laughed to himself. Haechan should’ve been ashamed with the four sets of eyes he had on him, but he wasn’t, not with the way you were looking at him, especially because he was well aware that Jaemin and Jeno were in the same position as him. He was the one who was sat the furthest back from his desk and it gave you the view of all of him, including his cock that had seemed to harden drastically in his sweatpants.

“I think someone’s enjoying your little show” Jisung’s lips ghosted over the lobe of your ear, fingers not stopping as you whined “Go on noona, tell him what you want him to do, we both know what you want”

“She has something she wants to tell you” Jisung spoke, you were struggling to collect your thoughts due to the way he was touching you, the way you clenched around him gave that away “Tell him” He had a warning glaze over his eyes, you knew you had to pick yourself up and say it.

“I want-” You whined and moved your hips, Jisung thought it was the perfect time to pull his fingers out of you and rub your clit. Fast, harsh circles, he wasn’t holding back at all and it left you struggling with speaking “I want you to touch yourself” You made eye contact with Haechan through the monitor, but the words were aimed at all of them.

“Who, my love?”

“All of you” You were in absolutely no way in control of the situation, but you tried to make it seem like you were, even if you were edging close to an orgasm that you knew would leave you shaking.

“You heard her, if you want to do it then do it” All of you were shocked at Jisung, the boys had never expected him to be so lenient on what was going to happen and you were shocked that he would allow them to do such a thing over you “What she wants, she gets”

It took a few moments for them to process his words but Haechan was the first one to give in.

“Fuck it” Haechan pushed down the material of his sweatpants and sighed when his cock was free, your eyes widened at the sight of him. He was, thicker than you had expected. Rather than being jealous, Jisung was intrigued with the way you watched as Haechan wrapped his hand around his cock, he could tell you enjoyed it by the way you cried out a moan and dug your nails into his arms.

“Close” You nodded “Look at him and cum for me” It was all you needed in order to actually do it, you fell apart the second you looked back at Haechan, your eyes closed as you came over Jisung’s fingers. They didn’t move off of your clit, not even when your orgasm had passed over. He liked overstimulating you, he liked the way your moans grew higher in pitch and your thighs tensed. Your eyes didn’t open until his fingers moved off of you, you instantly caught a glimpse of him bringing them to his mouth through your camera in the monitor, you shuddered and diverted your eyes, knowing that if you saw him do it, it would only make you want it all over again. Diverting your eyes didn’t help you though, because what you saw was that the other two boys had followed Haechan’s lead, both of them with their cocks in your hand. It probably wasn’t right of you to do so, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on both of them, Jeno seemed to be so thick, his cock looked heavy whilst Jaemin seemed to be longer. There was a deep need inside of you that seemed to crave all three of them, but you pushed that aside, or at least tried to.

“Something distracting you” You felt like a deer in headlights when Jisung spoke to you, it was so obvious as you had failed to hide the way your eyes flickered between the three boys who were on the monitor.

“No” Your voice was shaky and you wished you could blame it on the orgasm you were recovering from, but you both knew it wasn’t. You knew he knew it wasn’t when he pushed his chair back and turned it to the side, pushing you on to the floor causing you to fall onto your hands and knees. He didn’t give you time to process what had happened as he decided to grab you by your hair, pulling on it to turn you around to face him. There were tears clouding your vision as your hands rested on his thighs, his hand cupped your cheek after dropping your hair. Despite how it may have seemed to the other three, you loved when he was rough with you, when he manhandled you like you were nothing but a toy, a simple doll for him to use however he desired.

“You know, you should be paying more attention to the man who just made you cum rather than to his friends”

“I’m sorry” Your voice was weak and you heard faint laughs come from the speakers on the desk, they were loving everything they were seeing, and hearing.

“You’re only sorry when you get hit with consequences” You shook your head at him, he was being harsh, punishing almost.

“No, no no” It was babble, they sounded like pleads. He only laughed. Your hands moved up his thighs, one of them made contact with his cock that was only covered by the thin material of his sweatpants.

“If you’re so sorry” He pulled your face further forward, leaning down in his chair to be closer to you “Then prove it” He pushed your face back and leaned back in his chair, watching as you eagerly brought your fingers to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled them down, he lifted his hips and let you take them off of him, you threw them to the side and went to touch him but he stopped you “Shirt off” You made quick work of pulling it off and letting it join his sweatpants on the floor, he watched you in amusement, you had an audience but you didn’t seem to care. Didn’t seem to care that you were knelt down on the floor in front of him, it was almost as if you wanted them to see how desperate you always were for his cock. One thing that simultaneously got to all three of the boys that were watching was the way you sat there on your knees after taking your shirt off, looking up at Jisung with your hands on his thighs almost as if you were wordlessly asking him if you could touch him. Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him and it sent them into a frenzy, you looked so sweet on your knees ready to take him, so corruptible. From what they had seen so far, there was no doubt that Jisung would have done things to you before, things that took away every drop of innocence you had in you, yet they still saw some and they wanted to take it for themselves.

Jisung nodded at you, singling to you that you could touch him and you didn’t waste a second after he did. Your hand wrapped around his cock, he was already hard, he was when he had you on his lap too. You could feel him under you, pressing against your ass and it only made you wonder what exactly was going through his head about all of this and how badly he wanted to do it too.

But you brought yourself from your thoughts and moved your hand up his cock, dragging it back down and squeezing around the base of it before leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling around it before you lowered your mouth on him, keeping your hand wrapped around him so you didn’t have to take all of him, not yet at least. Jisung was long, relatively thick but long, it was always a struggle to take all of him and the two of you always worked you into it every time you took him into your mouth.

He watched you with intense eyes when you moved on him, your head moved in a steady rhythm, gradually picking up pace as time went on. After what happened a few minutes ago, it was not surprise to you that the three boys were stroking their cocks, all of them in a trance by how you were taking Jisung’s cock, their hands were only a mere replacement to what they could have been feeling if it was your mouth instead. Jisung was so lucky.

If they would have said it out loud, Jisung would have agreed that he was lucky. So lucky that you’d happily let him put your hair into a temporary ponytail with his hand and press your head down further on his cock. Your hand left him immediately, going to his thigh and allowing him to take control of you. He held your head down on his cock for a few moments, your mouth warming his cock, so obediently taking what he was giving you. It was when his hips bucked up into your mouth that you were surprised, the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, the tears you had in your eyes previously began to build again but stronger,you felt them on your eyelashes threatening to fall, and they did. When he pushed his hips up again he felt tears hit his thighs, he only laughed at you, there was no sympathy behind his actions at all. He wanted you to take all of him so you did.

The scene in front of the boys was lewd, if they had stumbled upon this on a dodgy website they never would have for a moment imagined it would be you and Jisung, it was possibly the furthest thing away from what they would have expected and in a way they humoured them. Jisung was naturally awkward and clumsy and you were so sweet and kind, no one would have imagined that this is what you were like when you were alone together.

Jisung didn’t want to cum from your mouth, usually he would’ve taken the opportunity to pull out and cum over your face but he didn’t want that today, he wanted to cum inside of you, to fill you up and see the boys faces when it drips out of you.

So he pulled you off of his cock, you stumbled back on your knees slightly, a string of spit that connected your mouth to his cock breaking when you got so far. You were a mess, spit around your mouth, tears falling down your face, hair all messed up due to his hand being in it. But you still wanted more, you still craved to feel him pushing his cock into you and stretching you out.

“Come here” You stood up, placing your hands on his thighs and pushing yourself up, unaware that at the angle you were at, you gave Jaemin, Jeno and Haechan a clear view of yourself, your core, soaked and swollen. It was a sight none of them were prepared to see but they didn’t complain, it only made them want you more.

Jisung turned you around and pulled you back down on his back, chest against your back as he made you place your knees either side of his thighs on the chair. You knelt up when he brought his hand down between your legs, your thighs tensed when he made contact with your clit again, still quite sensitive from how he had made you cum earlier on.

You leaned the side of your head against his, your breathing was heavily and unsteady as you looked at the monitors. You were completely bare for them at that point, nothing was covering your body and they admired every inch of you, including the bites that resided on your chest from you and Jisung’s activities the previous day.

“Look at them” Jisung’s voice was barely a whisper in your ear “Look at the attention they’re giving you” You loved the attention they were giving you. You adored the attention you got off of Jisung alone, but with the addition of three of his friends, three of his extremely hot friends, you loved it even more. Your body felt hot but with the way they were looking at you it felt like you were on fire, something had been ignited inside of you “Make them jealous of me” He bit down on the skin of your neck. He wanted them to want you, he wanted them to want to be in his place, something about his friends wanting something that belonged to him hit his ego hard. It wasn’t easy to tell he was loving every second of it.

You were shaky when you reached down to hold his cock, even more so when he moved his hand and gave you the space to rub the head of it against your clit. You couldn’t control the breathy whimpers that left you because of it. You also couldn’t control the way you ground down against his cock, you wanted him inside of you as soon as possible, so you did just that. Holding his cock up so you could sink down on him, but you were not stable enough to hold yourself up long enough to do so he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you up whilst you did so. He almost broke himself when you sighed out a moan because of him entering you. The way he stretched you out was a feeling you were addicted to and you both loved the moment he first entered you, the way your warmth enclosed around him, sometimes he found himself having to hold himself back from finishing on the spot because of it.

You didn’t sink down on all of him straight away, taking to lowering yourself down on half of him and lifting up just to go back down again, taking more of him each time you did it until he was fully seated inside of you. You rested back against him when he was, the feeling of being so full of his cock made you have to take a few deep breaths before you completely lost yourself.

Jisung’s hands moved to your hips, a tight grip holding onto you as he moved you move, letting you sink back down yourself. You knew it wouldn’t be long before your thighs began to burn, the strain of trying to take all of his cock whilst in such a position. Yet the pain hurt you in the best ways possible, the shooting pains that went through your thighs only intensified the pleasure you were getting. And that hit a high when one of his hands moved from your hips and touched your clit, his other arm snaked around your waist and held you against him.

“Such a good girl noona, I bet they’re all so proud of you” Them, you looked at them in awe, you could feel their lust from through the screen, the way their hands moved on their cocks, they all seemed to do it in their own ways. Haechan teased himself more, his hand squeezing around the base of his cock every so often to prevent himself from finishing, Jeno was more aggressive with it, seemingly being able to hold back from cumming and Jaemin, well Jaemin seemed lost. His hips bucked up every so often, his eyes were dark and clouded with pure lust. If you could bet about any of them wanting you, you would’ve put the most money on Jaemin.

Jisung’s fingers moved on your clit in a similar rhythm to how you were riding him, or trying to ride him, the longer it went on the more you struggled and the more he enjoyed it. He was in full control of you, but he wanted more, wanted to give them one last look into how easily he could make you fall apart.

You were shocked when he wrapped his other arm around you and stood up, bending you forward over his desk. His monitor was pushed all the way to the back of his desk and his keyboard was out of the way, it gave him the space to press your front against the desk and with his montoir so far back, it gave the boys a clear view of you being fucked over it.

Jisung didn’t say a thing, he held one hand on your hip and the other pressed on the back of your neck to hold your head against his desk. You cried out instantly when he began to fuck you, his hips were harsh against yours, thrusts powerful, only growing as time went by. He wanted to ruin you, unravel you on his cock and have his friends as witnesses, but neither of you were going to last much longer, neither were the boys watching you.

In fact, the first one came the second Jisung fisted your hair and lifted your head up to look at the camera. Tears covered your face, you were moaning uncontrollably and when his fingers moved from your hip to your clit you knew you were done for. What secured that was the fact you made eye contact with Jaemin through the monitor just as he came over himself, he had the bottom of his shirt between his teeth and he covered his stomach with his cum. In the heat of the moment you swore his name almost left your lips, but you stopped yourself from doing it, replacing it with Jisung’s name at the last second.

Jisung was growing closer too, his fingers moved faster on your clit, if he hadn’t had such a hold on you then you would’ve collapsed back onto the table. His name left you followed by multiple pleads, before you knew it a wave of heat washed over you and your eyes squeezed shut, you clamped around his cock but he didn’t stop fucking you. The moans you let out grew higher in pitch from the overstimulation.

“Open your eyes” Jisung had practically growled into your ear “Look at them” You tried to do as he told you to, your eyes were barely open but you could see the screen as soon as they adjusted to the light. Jeno was following Jaemin in finishing, watching you cum had got him so much that he couldn’t help but finish, his cum covered his thighs and his shirt. In a way it looked delicious.

Haechan was the only one left to finish out of the boys, he had edged himself the entire time, his shirt was lifted up, his hips moved up to meet his hand and he was close, incredibly close.

“Tell him to cum for you” Jisung was incredibly amused by the situation, it turned him on, he was so worked up but seeing how Haechan was with you made him hold himself off. He wanted to be the last one to finish.

“Haechannie” It came out as a cry, you were a complete wreck but you wanted to see him cum, it was difficult to find the right words with how Jisung was fucking you. His breathing was heavy and you knew he was close “Haechannie I wanna see you cum” Haechan’s eyes widened at your words, it threw him over the edge instantly, a fuck leaving him because of it. He came, and he came so much, all for you too, he was breathing heavily with his eyes squinted. It was impossible to deny just how hot he looked in that moment, despite the mess you were in you couldn’t help but think of licking his cum off of his stomach. Your own thoughts drove you wild and you were only pulled out of them from Jisung holding you against him, you whimpered when you felt his warm cum fill you up. You would never be over the feeling of him filling you up. You were surprised when he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, spreading your legs open in order to show them his cum dripping out of you. It was safe to say all five of you were a mess.

“So” Jisung started, pressing his fingers inside of you and pulling them out, bringing them to your lips so you could suck both of your cum off of them “Which one of you is going first?”

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8cs8SYR/ it's a treat for the eyes

Man he could make a lot of money as a stripper just sayin

Okay but like??? I’m not even sexually attracted to the guy (I’m sorry) but that’s hot

SECRETS

MEMBERS | dilf!Johnny, Doyoung, Yuta x f!reader

GENRE | smut

WARNINGS | cheating, or fucking ur dads hot married friends and his token sexy divorced friend, itty-bitty sir kink, spanking here and there, like maybe 2 instances of the word slut (I wanted 2 do more degradation but I didnt do 2 well with the dialogue </3), oral (m receiving), fingering, if I missed smth lmk

SUMMARY | You didn’t mean to fuck three of your dad’s hot friends—and especially not at the same time. You thought it was harmless fun, provoking them because you didn’t think they’d pay you any mind. But you were so, so wrong, and sure, it may be wrong, but it feels so right.

WORD COUNT | 4.8k

A/N | where’s that post thats like “bitches disappear for months then be like hiiii” bc that’s me rn. hi hi sorry I was away, blame my lack of motivation (yet I somehow crafted this in literally 3 days. dilfs r hot, not sorry). here’s a lil something to keep y’all fed for a moment cause a bitch be starving yall <3

and don’t be afraid to comment or send me some asks!

Initially, it was only one of them.

Mr. Kim is, was, and has always been hot.

The problem? He's over twice your age—and your dad's best friend. Double whammy. Oh, and not to mention he's married with kids. Damn, triple whammy.

That never stops you from trying to catch his attention, though. You wear itty-bitty skirts and cleavage-revealing tops around him, and it was even worse that week when he house-sat your parents place the week they were away. You, being the wonderful daughter you are, offered your assistance, and no one objected or thought oddly of the idea.

But Doyoung knew your motive from day one, the moment you bent over in that too-small excuse of a skirt to pick up the book he had accidentally dropped onto the floor. He swallowed hard, forcing a smile as you turned around and met him with one of your own, quickly thanking you and rushing to do something else to clear his mind. He knew your motive when he caught you staring as he cooked, and he's a fine cook, literally.

He knew your motive when you convinced him to join you in the pool where you’d both be half-naked, when he asked you your ideal type of boy in consideration of setting you up with his son and you proceeded to describe him, and he definitely knew by the time that he had heard moans of his name coming from your bedroom.

The only way Doyoung could survive those seven days with you was if he fucked you, and by the third, he had given in. It was a late, Wednesday evening when it happened. He had gotten up from bed to get something to drink out of the kitchen, yet couldn’t help but hear you from the corridor. It was like a mantra, the way you were moaning his name above the low buzz of your vibrator. It was also his kryptonite, because no longer could he ignore the way you made him so weak and so hard.

It must’ve been on-purpose, because your door was not only unlocked but ajar, and he barged in there. You gasped, with your eyes round and your mouth agape mid-moan, though you made little movement to cover yourself.

“Turn it off,” he was unbuckling his belt, and you gawked in incredulity.

“Why?”

With his hands frozen, Doyoung paused, and the scary yet hot gaze he cast you had you soaking onto your sheets without the help of the vibrator you were no longer going to need, “Unless, you don’t want this. Then I can just go back to—”

“No!” You exclaimed, and he was amused by the passion, chuckling to himself. “I’ll cut it off, Mr. Kim.”

You did. And then he proceeded to give you the best dick of your life, and you were ready to throw away that stupid fucking machine because it had nothing on this, on him. Afterwards he made you promise not to tell anyone, especially your parents, and you two went on like that night never happened. You never mentioned it again, never brought it up, and all it became was a lingering memory.

Then, it became two.

At this point, you knew you were into older men. After that week, Doyoung began avoiding you like the plague, but you weren’t too hurt by this. He must’ve felt guilty, after all he had a wife, and it was morally wrong to have sex with your friend’s daughter behind his back. The lack of Doyoung set your eyes on another man—Professor Nakamoto. You must have a specific type, because he too is married with kids, and a close friend of your father. But if not obvious enough, he’s also your professor.

Quadruple whammy.

You don’t mean to want him. It isn’t your fault that Mr. Nakamoto is hot and your pussy has a mind of its own. You don’t mean to stare, to get distracted by the way he twirls his pen when you should be taking notes on the lecture. The short skirts are intentional however, and while you’re aware he could inform your parents of your behavior, lust is blinding.

Yuta is incredibly straightforward, you know that. Still, you’re not prepared for what happens when he asks you to stay after class.

“You asked for me, sir?” You say, curious of what he has to tell you. You know that being unable to pay attention has made you slack, though only slightly. It’s not concerning enough to address.

“Miss y/n, you shouldn’t want me,” he says, and you’re thoroughly confused.

“Huh?”

Yuta scoffs, “Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I mean. You know I’m married with a kid, a kid that’s your friend. I’m close with your dad, for fucks sake, and you still try to seduce me with these short clothes. You know better.”

Does it work? Is the question at the tip of your tongue, yet you’re speechless, your cheeks aflame and frankly, you’re wet. He looks extra good today, perhaps because of the way he styled his auburn hair, and despite him calling you out, you still want him, hell, you’d go as far as saying you need him. Silently, you press your thighs together, and he notices this.

Disappointed, Yuta shakes his head, “Come here.”

You’re quick to obey, yelping when he pulls you over his lap.

“You’ll count,” it isn’t a question, he doesn’t give you any other choice, “and if you mess up, you start over. Got it?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

Perhaps, it’s always been three.

To be frank, you think you’ve wanted Mr. Suh since the day you started feeling hormonal.

At least this time, he’s hot and divorced. Forty-five looks good on him, and you pray you look this good twenty-five years from now. You don’t understand why all your dad’s friends have to be so fucking hot, and there’s no reason why there’s no ring on Johnny’s finger. You aren’t complaining though, if you ever manage to get inside his pants, at least he’s less likely to ghost you because of his shame.

Though perhaps, it’s because Johnny is harder to please. You know all about how he turns down all the many chicks that come his way, from overheard conversations between your dad and his friends. If all those wine-fine women can’t do it, you probably never will, but there’s no harm in trying, especially since he hasn’t necessarily rejected you. Sure, he doesn’t acknowledge your advances, but that only encourages you to continue.

You brush your hand against him quote-unquote accidentally, the classic dropping things in front of him and bending over to pick them up, you’re even pretty sure he’s caught you staring a few times, yet unlike Doyoung and Yuta, he has yet to cave in.

“I think Taeil’s daughter is coming onto me,” Johnny muses to his friends, the same other two people you’ve been targeting recently.

They’re at Johnny’s house. It’s a safe place to discuss things like this, considering he has no one to come home to. Both are quiet, though Doyoung looks timid, as though there’s something on the tip of his tongue that he’s unsure he wants to say. Nothing you’ve done with either of them has escaped outside the bubble you two are in, in fear of the news reaching the wrong people.

“Doyoung?” Yuta calls, voice concern-filled. “You look pale, are you alright?”

That night flashes before Doyoung’s eyes. How pretty you looked naked, moaning his name, begging for him to fuck your harder as he stretched you out so deeply. It was an impulsive decision, one he’s not sure if he regrets or not.

“If I tell you two something,” Doyoung begins, anxious of how the pair will react, but they do know his marriage situation, so at least that somewhat lightens the blow, “swear you won’t tell Taeil, my wife, or my kid.”

“You fucked her, too, didn’t you?” Yuta chuckles in amusement, more to himself than anything.

“Too?”

“Too?”

Yuta rolls his eyes, and Doyoung wonders how he can be so shameless still, after the decades that they’ve known one another, “The other day I called out her actions, saying she shouldn’t want me for obvious reasons. Ended up taking her over my desk.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Johnny is surprised, but nonetheless also amused. “And what about you, Doyoung?”

“I,” Doyoung says so softly, voice barely above a whisper, “Remember that week we house-sat for Taeil and his wife? I heard her moaning my name one night and it set me off so I… I fucked her.”

“Damn, so she’s really going door-to-door, huh?” Johnny shakes his head, laughing. “What a slut. What should we do?”

Yuta eyes practically light up, “I got an idea, but it’s gonna take someone acting skills.”

Doyoung blinks. “Why are you all looking at me!”

Hey, would you mind coming over for a moment? I’d like to discuss something with you.

You gawk at the vague text message. To say the least, you’re surprised, especially because you never have one-on-one conversations with Mr. Suh. You’ve been to his house less times than you can count on one hand, and whenever you do, it’s only because of the little parties and gatherings he’s thrown.

Still, you decide to text him back, oblivious to the harm. On the way.

A minute or so later, Great, see you soon!

You can’t think of a single reason why Mr. Suh would invite you over to his house, and therefore can’t conclude if it’s safe to wear something revealing or not. You doubt he’d dump something serious on you without explicitly saying so though, so you decide to still dress pretty. Just in case.

It takes you roughly fifteen minutes to arrive at his house from your apartment, not counting the time you spent choosing an outfit. It’s hard to shake the twinge of worry that resurfaces as you stroll up to his doorstep and heightens when you ring the bell, yet you swallow the feeling the moment the door opens. He gets finer and finer every single day, and you meant it when you said forty-five looks good him, because it takes everything within you not to check him out on the spot.

“Good afternoon, y/n,” Mr. Suh greets you with a smile warm enough to melt you into a puddle like Olaf. You shake his hand, something you’ve tsken a liking to, perhaps because there isn’t any ring on either of his fingers. “Come in.”

You follow him inside, taking this opportunity to give his body a one-over as he isn’t paying attention. The black tanktop hugs his form and exposes his muscular arms, and he needs to stop hitting the gym so much because you’re dying.

“Would you like anything to drink?” He asks.

“Some water would be nice.”

Johnny fixes you a glass of water, then sits beside you at the island. His reason for inviting you over is still unclear, so you decide to cut to the chase. He doesn’t like small talk, and neither do you.

“So,” you sit the glass back down against the flat surface of the island, “you wanted to talk to me about something, sir?”

“Mm-hm,” he grins, simply watching you and you feel a tad bit uneasy underneath his gaze, “I wanted to address your behavior.”

You blink. “My behavior?”

“The way you try to entice me. Ya’know, I felt your eyes on me when I let you inside, and I notice the way you look at me, baby girl. I bet you even wore this pretty outfit all for me, didn’t you?”

Your cheeks go hot as you recall the careful and meticulous attention you paid to your selection of clothing, hoping you’d finally woo him. It’s a little embarrassing how desperate you are for him despite all your previous so-called failed attempts, yet you’re unable to tame yourself. There’s just something about the way he makes you feel, and how he makes you feel it so easily. Something about him being harder to get, harder to pull, harder to please.

His hand roams your thigh, inching closer and closer between them with every passing moment and causes you to gasp at the sudden contact. It’s so little, but it’s better than nothing because it’s Johnny and you’re practically touch-starved, especially because he has refused to make his move on you up until now. It’s all you’ve ever wanted, some sign that he reciprocates the undying lust you feel.

“Answer me,” he says, and the second his hand slips underneath your panties you’re ready to spill everything to him.

“Y-yes,” only, it’s harder to speak clearly now. You are internally malfunctioning, mainly because he’s rubbing his fingers on your clit. Your legs instinctively fall wide open, and he snickers at that.

“Yeah? You dressed all pretty just for me so that you could get my attention? Cute. It’s all yours now, baby,” Johnny coos, continuing to tease you like this for a while longer, his fingers brushing over your slit yet careful to not slip them inside. “So wet for me.”

“Mr. Suh,” you whine. It’s deliberate, he knows how badly you want, need him.

He hums, “Hm?”

“Touch me,” your eyes are big and wide as you practically plead with them, “please?”

“I am touching you though, aren’t I?”

“I-I mean, f-finger me, please,” you stammer, tripping over your words, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re a little embarrassed, or how needy you are, or both even.

“Baby wants me to finger her?”

You nod. God, you need him to at this point.

Johnny smiles. “Well, since you asked nicely.”

Finally, finally Johnny slips a finger or two in to satisfy your insatiable hunger, and they glide in effortlessly. He wasn’t playing when he said that you’re wet, because you’re soaking through the fabric of your underwear. You’ve spent nights fantasizing and even some mornings daydreaming about the way his fingers would feel inside you, and it’s even better than expected. They’re long, able to reach locations you never even knew existed.

A moan slips out, then two, then three, then an uncontrollable chorus of soft and pretty noises sound from your mouth. You’re weak to his every touch, and it doesn’t help when his free hand slips underneath your bra to cup your chest. He gently caresses the nipple, but nonetheless you almost break. If he keeps doing things like this, you’re gonna come.

“F-fuck, sir,” you moan, and he thinks you sound so beautiful.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, pace quickening.

You respond in another chorus of moans, and he takes that as a yes. You’re about to try to form a proper response, until you’re rudely interrupted.

“Johnny!” Someone exclaims, and unfortunately it isn’t you yelling his name. Johnny hurries to separate his hand from your chest, but he doesn’t stop fingering you and you glance at him wide-eyed.

“Johnny,” the same voice repeats again, only this time you can see their face as they step inside of the kitchen. There Doyoung stands, appearing a little confused to see you here, but the feeling is mutual. “Oh, hello there y/n.”

You wave kindly, managing to force a smile despite Johnny’s fingers being deep inside you and still gliding in and out of your pussy.

“What’s up, Doyoung? You never heard of knocking?” Johnny jokes lightheartedly, as though he isn’t currently fingering you. You’re afraid of getting caught, though not because you’re scared of Doyoung, more like because you’re afraid of how’d they’d react if they know about one another.

“Too urgent for knocking, you should really lock your door. Anyways, have you seen my ring? I think I left it here the other night when we were drinking. My wife will kill me if she notices.” Doyoung is obviously fretting over something, but you’re almost too caught up in pleasure to notice.

“Yeah, I was waiting for you to notice,” Johnny laughs. “In the drawer behind you.”

Doyoung opens said drawer and frantically searches for his ring until he finds it and swoops it up into his palm to double-check. He sighs in relief when he confirms that it is in fact his wedding ring, and places it back on his finger.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You’re an asshole.” Doyoung grumbles, and Johnny laughs again.

“I try my best.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes, “Anyway, what are you two up to? Mind if I crash the party?”

You do somewhat mind. It would be nice if he joined, but you don’t want to risk having to explain that you’re pretty much fucking all three of your dad’s best friend’s. How would Johnny react if he knew Doyoung, a married man, had sex with you only a couple of weeks from now?

“Not at all,” Johnny says, and if it wasn’t for the limited self control you have remaining you would gawk in disbelief. Shouldn’t he be trying to get rid of Doyoung? It makes it worse that these men are known for talking for hours, and you’re on the brink of an orgasm. “She’s just helping me decide what I should get Jaehyun for his birthday.”

Jaehyun is Johnny’s son, whose twenty-first birthday is coming up pretty soon, so it’s a buyable lie. In reality, you haven’t given it a thought and you’re currently more focused on coming. You’re somehow biting back moans, but you won’t be able to stifle them for much longer if Johnny keeps making you feel so good.

“Oh, that’s easy. Vinyls perhaps, that kid loves music,” Doyoung chuckles, but the amusement is sponged from his face once he notices the look on yours, “y/n, are you okay? You don’t look good.”

You smile and nod, afraid that you’ll let out the biggest moan if you open your mouth. You’re so close, clenching around his fingers uncontrollably and dying to moan aloud.

“It’s okay to moan, baby,” you think you’ve gone mad when you hear Doyoung say this, absolutely bonkers and off of your rockers, “I wanna hear you.”

“Huh—f-fuck,” opening your mouth was a mistake, because now you’ve actually moaned just as you feared you would. Yet they both look unbothered, more amused if anything.

“Are you close?” He asks, and despite this feeling like a fever dream, you nod in response.

“Let go for us, baby girl,” Johnny whispers in your ear, and you don’t fail to obey, especially as his thumb glides over your clit.

It’s obvious that you’re coming, even if you weren’t moaning. Your toes curl and your eyes screw shut and you’re bucking your hips into Johnny’s palm to ride out your orgasm, but Doyoung seems most satisfied to hear you moan as you come.

It’s even more obvious that this whole situation is no longer a secret, and you wonder what happened for that to change.

“How do you—”

“Shh,” Johnny silences you, as if to say it’s their turn to keep secrets. It doesn’t feel real, more like you’ll wake up if you pinch yourself. “You want us, love?”

Really, he doesn’t even need to ask. All the stunts you’ve been pulling recently are literally because you want to get inside their pants, and the way they both stare at you has you weak. You nod, but they’re visibly not too satisfied by the action alone.

“I wanna hear you say it, angel,” says Doyoung, voice soft and gentle yet assertive all in one. Johnny even slips his fingers outside of you, and you whine, feeling so empty without them there. “Say it.”

“I-I want you,” it’s shy, you’re not quite too accustomed to having both of their attention.

“I can’t hear you,” Doyoung holds his hand up to his ear, and the way he struggles to fight back a grin makes it obvious he’s teasing you, but you have no choice but to let him, “can you repeat that?”

“I want you,” you say again, louder with a hint of confidence in your voice. You feel anything but, though Doyoung’s grin grows wider with satisfaction, and he stands from the stool.

“Good girl,” Johnny coos, making you blush and feel turned on all over again. “C’mon.”

He helps you off of the stool, and then they usher you down the hallway you know leads to Johnny’s bedroom, which makes something in you bubble with anticipation knowing the moment you’ve been waiting for is in reach, right before your fingertips. If only Yuta was here to—you gawk. Yuta is here, you find as the bedroom door opens, lying on Johnny’s bed with a book in hand.

“Took you all long enough,” Yuta sits up, slamming said book onto Johnny’s nightstand.

Johnny glares, “What did my book do to you?”

“It was very boring,” Yuta grins broadly, “I know that she’ll be much more exciting.”

“What the fuck is going on,” you nearly shriek, growing more confused every second. It doesn’t help that your reactions are like a joke to them, as they only laugh in response. You thought you were the one with the tricks up your sleeve, but they prove you wrong time and time again and not only do they have secrets, but they also have surprises.

“Shh,” Johnny says from behind you, swathing his hands around your waist. You can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin, how it warms up as he walks you toward the bed, and you forget all about everything except for the reason you’re here. “Didn’t you say you wanted this, baby?”

“I-I do,” you sigh in pleasure as his hand dips underneath your shirt again.

“Then just let this happen, babe,” Doyoung whispers, and you do. You let Johnny take off your top, your bra, kissing your skin in the same move. His touch makes you drip, and there’s something in the way his big hands fit on you that satiate the size kink you were previously unaware existed.

He begins to tug at the waistline of your skirt, but Yuta hinders him, “Keep that on.”

The syllable escapes before you notice, “Why?”

“I wanna fuck you in it,” Yuta cracks a wild grin that makes your stomach flip-flop thrice. In other words, you can feel the wings of those butterflies flapping and fluttering to their heart’s content, and it’s driving you nuts. If you don’t get someone’s dick in you immediately, you might just cry.

“O-okay,” you bashfully mutter, having none of the boldness you had when you were making moves on either of them. You were fueled by the assumption that this was all one-sided, and was unprepared for the sudden bluntness.

“Yutas’s gonna fuck you while you suck Doyoung off, okay baby?” Johnny says, and while you understand the statement you’re still a bit lost.

“What about you, sir?”

Gosh, he loves when you call him that. It isn’t a dirty word per se, but the innocence in your voice plus the way you say it makes him want to rail you into the next century every time without fail. “I’m gonna watch,” this only heightens your confusion however, and noticing, he adds, “Only until they’re done, baby girl. Then I’ll have my turn with you.”

That settles this. Yuta grabs a condom from the drawer while Doyoung begins to strip himself, meantime Johnny relaxes on the divan set against the wall opposing the bed. You could almost come from the sound of Doyoung unbuckling his belt, you’ve heard it only twice yet you’re obsessed with how it makes your gut swirl in anticipation. Like a doll, Yuta bends you over the edge of the bed, snickering at how you gasp at the abrupt change.

“Ready?” his cock teases your slit, and you moan yes, more than ready.

You blink, and by the next second Yuta’s fucking you as you take Doyoung in your mouth. The impact of his thrusts wrench your body forwards, your lips smoothing up and down Doyoung’s cock forcibly, but he seems to enjoy it from the way his lips part and gentle moans tumble from his lips. He looks especially hot as his head lolls back with pleasure, mouth agape and his eyes tightly shut, and it makes you feel good to know that he feels good. You can’t wait to see him cum, feel him shoot as much of his load into your mouth as you can take.

And from behind you, Yuta has a death-grip on your waist, making you wonder if this is his favorite position since he seems to love bending you over for some reason. Even in class, he bent you over his lap, then overneath his desk and fucked you hard. It isn’t like you’re complaining though, you might not be able to see his face like you can Doyoung’s, but you can hear the way he grunts in your ear as his cock stretches you far and wide.

“You’re doing do well, angel,” Doyoung moans, “fuck, you’re a pro.”

“Pussy feels so good, fuck,” one of Yuta’s hands roam from your skirt to your ass, giving you a light smack that makes you muffle a cry into Doyoung’s dick and he moans at the feeling.

“Shit, do that again,” Doyoung says, and Yuta does, smacking your ass once more.

It burns, just a little, but you can handle it and frankly enjoy the sting, plus each time he hits your ass you clench around him, making him lean low and hiss in your ear. Not to Mention Doyoung, whose moans fill the room to it’s brim, and you realize that you’re in love with all of their voices. It makes you glad that you no longer need to choose between them, and you can have them all at once.

You’re also glad for this position, mainly because it’s difficult to focus on anything else when you’re getting fucked hard and deep and your pussy is stuffed with dick. It’s only been a few days since the last time, but all their teasing makes it seem like it was months ago.

Suddenly, it occurs to you that Johnny is still in the room, and you glance in his direction. Keeping to his word, he sits there and watches you, leg crossed above the other. He’s still fully-clothed, visibly hard yet not doing anything about it, and it reminds you of how he’s always known about your antics yet never acknowledged them until now. He does wink at you when he notices your gaze though, and you feel warmth rise to your cheeks.

Doyoung yanks your hair, not too aggressively but enough to grab your attention, “Look at me only, angel,” you can tell he’s close, because despite the force of Yuta’s thrusts he’s practically fucking your throat now. Unprepared, you gag, but you don’t stop, and you won’t until he cums. “Good girl. You gonna let me cum in your mouth? Put those pretty lips to good use?”

You hum around his dick and his head rolls back, and there’s no doubt he’s gonna cum. “F-fuck, y/n,” he grunts almost breathlessly, and you pay extra close to his face. He reacts the same as before but more intensely, and the way he moans your name is close to triggering your own orgasm, “I’m—”

Doyoung cums, hot and wet and it trickles all down your throat. You make sure to swallow each and every single last drop, licking at his tip and he cries out from the stimulation. He pulls out with a pop, and he looks utterly satisfied.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, “make Yuta come too, okay?”

Usually, Yuta would laugh, but he can’t help but groan, and you can tell he too is approaching his orgasm, his thrusts becoming messier and lacking their rhythm, “I’m close, you gonna with me, baby?”

“Yeah,” you exhale, and he knows you’re telling the truth because you begin clenching around him on end, eventually triggering his orgasm and he keeps a steady grip on your waist to anchor himself.

“S-shit,” Yuta spills inside the condom, a plethora of curses also spilling from his lips. You cum too, crying out his name in ecstasy as your nails dig into the sheets for some stability. You think you’ve seen every star in the galaxy, and whine at the emptiness when Yuta pulls out of you.

As you pull yourself onto the bed, Johnny finally stands and walks over, crouching down so that he’s eye level with you. “Are you okay?”

“Amazing,” you chirp, breathless but smiling.

He smiles back, but there’s something sinister in the way that he does, “Good,” Johnny stands back up, and he’s much more intimidating when he hovers above you like this, “because we’re not finished with you yet. On your knees, slut.”