A Film To Miss.

a film to miss.

pairing! 𓇼 female reader x heeseung & jake

genre! 𓇼 smut — minors do not interact

wc! 𓇼 5.2k

warnings! black coded y/n, friends with benefits, public foreplay in theatre, fingering, jerking off, threesome oriented around reader, unsafe sex, using sperm as lube.

all aboard the choo choo train

"this movie already blows, damn." you whisper again to both boys. jake sat to your left, heeseung on your right. "i know, i'm sorry." heeseung responds, looking over his fashion specs to shoot you an apologetic look. jake shifts in his seat a little so he can more comfortably rest his head on your shoulder.

you three had spurged a bit on getting seats in the vip section of the theatre, just to find that you and only three other small groups were watching the movie. each row of seats were set up with leather lounge chairs, in pairs of two.

you and jake shared one, letting heeseung have his own. of course, that was until he got up and forced you to scoot over. the two big bags of popcorn you three bought for the film now occupied his seats as you had to shuffle in close to jake so heeseung could fit in.

two white male staff workers walked back and forth throughout the aisles of the seats to make themselves available to anyone that wanted snacks, but you three weren't too worried about getting anything else considering the constant threat of leaving the movie early out of boredom.

there were 30 rows of seats, and you guys were in the middle row by choice. it was obvious the movie would be absolutely boring considering how easy it was to choose the seats for all three of you side by side, but you took the chance.

so the scenes rolled on. all three of you were wearing hoodies, heeseung in baggy jeans while you and jake sported sweatpants. all three of you had your hoods pulled up, you personally pulling your braids forward to help your hood sit more comfortably. the seats allowed to you to have your legs up, so jake and heeseung had their legs spread out, while you sat with both your legs curled up, almost under your chin.

jake rose his head off your shoulder to lean it on the back of the chair, closing his eyes softly. you immediately notice the change, so you ball your left hand into a fist and lightly hit it on his upper thigh to try and check if he was planning on sleeping the movie away.

"jaeyun." you whisper and he opens his eyes to look at you. "don't fall asleep or i swear to god i'll be pissed." you finish, loosening your fist into a relaxed hand. heeseung changes his seating position, pulling himself up with his ab muscles so he can look over you at him. jake spreads his legs slightly, reaching for your left hand with his, dragging it further up to his groin. he uses both his hands to hold onto yours, cupping your hand within his right, as the left stroked your fingers.

"asking for a handjob in a movie theatre, nice." heeseung teases, you spit out a laugh before looking over at hee, watching him fall back into the seat. he brings his right foot up, planting it on the chair to help him sit more comfortably on the leather seat. "no?!" jake innocently interjects, and he's probably right.

jake, though his sex drive was high, he usually acted out of ignorance to how his actions could translate to others; especially when it came to you. he was more of a giver than a receiver sexually, but heeseung was the exact opposite. so jake usually got accused of the things heeseung would do simply because of projection.

"this man got the sex drive of a cat in heat." you joke back regardless, heeseung coughing out a laugh with a quiet clap of his hands. jake hangs his mouth open at the accusations. “but so do you, so i'm not sure why you're laughing." you accuse, heeseung turning his head to face your direction. "yea, and you fuckin' love that shit." heeseung rebuttals, smirking.

“i mean… you are absolutely right." you answer back, beginning to kneed the palm of your hand into jake's crotch. his hands let go of yours, pulling them out of your way as his hips move up slightly to compliment you. immediately forgetting that he was insisting on not wanting any sexual gratification, he moans lightly, eyes fluttering closed as heeseung cringes.

"keep it down, i'm trying to watch the movie." he jokingly spits, and you breathe out another laugh before elbowing him in his lower stomach lightly. "enjoy what movie." jake loudly whines out, head moving side to side on his chair headrest. you and heeseung immediately shoot your eyes around.

"shh jake, are you trying to be kicked out?" you tease a little louder, as the pace of the movie picks up. heeseung doesn't care to check again to see if anyone's around, so he pulls his left hand up from his side to slip between your thighs. you notice the gesture, so you move your right arm up to get a better view before heeseung uses his free hand to lower your arm from his eye level.

"don't block my sight." he warns lightly, so you immediately drop your arm, overlapping his own laying loosely within your lap. "whatever happens, don't make too much noise, okay?" heeseung adds and you slightly spread the placement of your feet so your legs could spread easier.

"oh~ okay~” heeseung jokingly responds to you rearranging your legs, laughing. he wraps his hand around to the underside of your left thigh, stroking his hand up and down the entirety of your leg. you halt your movements for a while on jake, distracted by the gentle touches, but the whine that leaves jakes lips pulls your attention back. "y/n~" he whines out while shifting his head on the rest to look at you.

"wow, you're sure needy for someone who hates public foreplay." you tease, noticing his features jump a little at the reminder that anyone could move around in the cinema too leave, or come in to see you three. "i-it's fine, just keep going, please." he moans, and you immediately kneed your palm down harder, a low but loud throat moan slipping out into the theatre as the movie has gone silent.

you freeze.

heeseung does too.

jakes head stays still against the headrest, face towards you, eyes closed.

you hear some shuffling from a group of six rows forward, one of the girls in the group shuffling forward to look back at you three. heeseung immediately stares at the movie instead, and you lock eyes with the chick. you cock your head forward in a questioning motion and she turns around, whispering to the girl on her left.

"jake your gonna get us kicked from this theatre if you don't shut up." heeseung whispers out, still holding your right leg under his left upper arm. "i'm sorry." jake whispers, causing your heart to sink. "awee it's okay baby- and stop being mean to him, damn." your head shifts up a little as it turns from left to right, your sentence splitting between both men.

you fall back into the seats, watching the group of girls ahead of you as you knead a little softer than you had previously, jake's hips lifting slightly with each push you make against his groin. he's hard beyond belief at this point. you could immediately feel when his dick started to fill, a soft three turning into a hard, heavy five inches. "you're probably soaking your underwear right now, aren't you?" you tease jake, and he tries his hardest to contain the loud moan that threatens to leave his lips again.

"i am." he moans, grabbing your left hand with his right to pull the waist of his pants with his free hand, showing you his light grey underwear. a soft wet mark sits right on the fabric where the tip of his dick lies. his dick is pressed against his left hip bone, heavy and prominent. he gently but quickly pulls your hand in, dropping the waistband on your wrist as he brings both hands up and around his groin to mask what's happening.

your infatuation with jake leaves heeseung alone with his hand still laying between your legs, unmoved. he lifts his arm up and out from between your legs to replace it with his right one. this positions him to lean his body and arm over you completely, so he loosely acts as if he’s just cuddling you, placing his head on your right shoulder. his thumb begins to slowly move up and down your crotch in a teasing manner, not enough to count as formal foreplay.

it catches your attention nonetheless. "hee—“ "shh. watch the movie." he lightly orders again, so you continue your light stroking up and down jake's print, pretending to watch.

the way heeseung is positioned is painfully obvious to anyone with common sense.

but heeseung has never really cared with his absolute love for public escapades and close calls, so you weren’t surprised.

“heeseung, are you sure its a good idea to be positioned like this?” you lightly question, tilting your head towards him slightly, considering his was is right by yours. the lower right side of your face touches his bang-covered forehead, and he shakes his head lightly to acknowledge the new touch. “i don’t care, if i’m honest.” he honestly replies, his middle and ring finger replacing his thumb.

“well who says i don’t?” you question back, his two fingers lightly pushing your fabric around between your lips to roughly rub your clit.

“then lets leave this fuckin movie and find something better to do.” heeseung replies, pulling his arm away completely, shifting up to stand. “no way dude.” jake interjects as you pull your hand away from under his pants. “i’m as hard as a fucking rock right now, i can’t move?” he protests in a yelling whisper. heeseung steps in front of him before leaning in slightly, considering the lounge chair only leaves so much space. “then tuck it in your waistband and lets fucking go. now.” he lightly orders, standing tall. “you’re not the only one.” he finishes, and you can’t help but glance down at hees crotch before looking up at his face. he catches you, as always, looking past you to see if anyone behind you three is watching.

he notices a couple sitting together two rows back, so he decides against grabbing himself as a teasing response. “let’s go.” he begins again, stepping back, scooting past all the lounge chairs to the stairs on the left side. he turns slightly to watch you and jake begin to stand. you immediately reach in what was his seat to grab the popcorn you guys had bought before waiting for jake to situate himself slightly before standing nervously.

• • •

you three had barely made it back during the uber ride. all three of you were twitching and turning in the car. heeseung and jakes erections slowly depleting the more the older male driver spoke as you were the one to entertain him. you were also the one to hold the popcorn, refusing to look at either boys. of course, after forcing heeseung to sit in the middle.

once you reached your apartment, you rang the door to be let in by the front desk security, heeseung and jake following closely behind. the elevator ride felt like torture, the only thing stopping the two boys from touching you was the cameras you knew existed in one of the corners for safety reasons.

you had texted your roommates that you’d be back soon, and they all agreed in the chat that they’d leave the main entrance/living room lights on so you could walk in easily. all three of you step in, taking a few seconds to messily kick your shoes off before the door fully closes slowly behind you. you make a few steps to set your popcorn down on the counter, heeseung and jake following closely.

the moment your hands are free, heeseungs hands were immediately all over you. his eyes scanned the apartment for your roommates as he stepped in front of you abruptly, holding onto your face with a vice grip. he immediately pushed his soft, light pink lips into yours, his kisses light and feathery in contrast to the grip he had on your face. you felt a second pair of hands reach around from behind, running across the back of your thighs and ass to the front of your pants; presumably jakes.

heeseung sways side to side lightly during the kiss before whining against your lips. he lets go of your face with his left hand to take your right, pushing it against his groin. you immediately open your hand to grope him, outlining his print through his jeans roughly. "fu-ck" he moans out lightly, breath fanning your face before placing his hands gently around your neck. with you distracted, jakes left hand snakes its way past both your sweats and panties to lightly roll his middle finger up and down your clit and vagina.

you gasp out a moan when jake uses your arousal to firmly press and kneed your clit. he moans along with you, stepping in completely to cling himself to you, pressing his erection against your ass. he leans his chin on your left shoulder, feeling you out while watching the hallway to make sure noone pops up from the darkness down the hall. heeseung momentarily takes his right hand away from your neck to ruffle jakes hair a bit, causing him to breathe out a soft laugh. "don't touch me while i'm like, two fingers in her. that's weird." jake jokes, focusing his eyes to watch heeseungs expression change into confusion, stepping back.

he looks to see jakes hand down your pants. the angle of your hand on heeseungs groin proves to be too difficult to maintain when he steps back, so you let your hand fall, giving him perfect view. with the audience, jake rubs his middle finger faster, pushing his ring finger to join the clockwise movements. you choke out a moan between your bitten bottom lip before reaching out to heeseung. he immediately pushes his lips into yours without hesitation. he kisses you again, this time lightly pushing the tip of his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours.

he pulls away, biting his bottom lip briefly. "we gotta get you out these clothes." he whispers to himself, but you and jake hear him perfectly. “not before i reach my roo—“ you begin, cut off my jake shoving his hands up your shirt to fondle each breast in excitement. “jak—“ you start up again, and heeseung pushes his lips against yours before you can finish.

you begin to push heeseung to walk backwards towards your room. jake stumbling behind you, giggling. once heeseungs back hits your door frame, he immediately pulls away from you, ripping your room door open, stepping inside. you and jake rush in, mainly because of jakes pushing.

the door slams shut.

almost immediately, jake steps between you and heeseung, his plush soft lips forcefully kissing yours. his kisses were always more passionate, because he was easily more needy, so you entertained him with the same energy. heeseung stepped away to flick your room light on, stepping to the side. turning back, heeseung brought his right hand up to lightly stroke your under chin, your neck, then yank lighty at your hoodie to motion you to take it off. you apologetically pull your lips away from jake who whines, heeseung putting the back of his left hand to his chest to keep him from chasing your lips as you yank your hoodie up and over your head. you wore a simple calvin klein sports bra, since no one was supposed to see you tonight. but neither boy had expected much from your underwear anyways, considering the comfortable relationship you three had.

heeseung brings his right hand up to pull the elastic up from under your left boob, both breasts dropping out as his distance with the band grows . he pulls his hand back to lightly release the fabric, going to thumb at your left nipple, his index finger joining in to squeeze and roll it lightly as jake watches. heeseung had always been the more experienced one of the two when it came to you, and jake was usually the one to get affected the most whenever he watched you two interact. "fuck." jake whispers to himself, his dick fully stiffening up after such a long pause between the trip back to your place.

"so pretty.." he continues, looking between both breasts as heeseung pulls the bra up your shoulders, over your lifted arms and off your body. "go sit on the bed, baby." you respond to him, using your head to gesture to the left of you, where your double bed was. he immediately shuffled over there, pulling his sweatpants off before sitting back on your pillows. you turned your head towards heeseung, looking down at his jeans, which he immediately begins to unbutton and unzip, dropping them alongside his underwear. he was also hard, his size a tiny bit longer than jakes, but slightly skinnier.

he wasn't nearly as trimmed as jakes was, his dick a darker brown, just like jake. though hard, he didn't show as much blushing as jakes dick did, and he wasn't as wet easily. he hung lower than jake when hard, except his didn’t show any prominent veins.

you lightly wrapped your left hand around his tip, earning a soft hissing noise before using your thumb to tap it, watching small precum strings pull across each time you pulled your thumb away. "that's no fair.." jake whines, noticing heeseung with all your attention. you both look over to see he's not touching himself, just lightly moving his left leg a bit to create some friction.

you step away from heeseung, letting go of him to walk over to jake. you pull and step out of your sweatpants before climbing onto the bed to meet him. you lean back on your knees, your feet holding you up under your bum as you push your braids off your shoulders, jake sitting up to knee walk over to you. he begins to kiss you again, his hands gently cupping your face, when you both feel the bed dip a little at heeseungs added weight. heeseung kneels behind you, his dick pressed against your ass, hands coming up your hips to hook his right hand down the front of your panties.

he immediately finds your clit, rubbing in heavy counter-clockwise circles. your legs start to close slightly at the stimulation, jake breathing heavily into your mouth. he puts his right hand down his brief to pull himself out, stroking softly using the bit of precum that was trapped onto his tip. he moans against your lips as you breathe heavily against his, heeseung continuing his movements. heeseung begins to lightly rut against your backside, his breath fanning your right shoulder as he leaves feathery kisses up, down and around your braided hair.

you begin to slowly close your legs around heeseung's hand to motion to him to stop, so he pulls his hand up and out of your underwear as you start to pull your panties off, backing up to give you space. he hooks his left index finger under your waistband, helping as you sit on your right hip to pull them off and down your ankles. heeseung shyly keeps your underwear hooked to his finger as his hand falls lightly onto the comforter, looking up at you with a slight smirk. you look back at him, reaching up and pulling them away from him with your left hand. you push jake to lay back down in front of you as you start to gather spit in your mouth, sitting up the way you did before.

you collect the spit on your tongue, leaning over jakes groin. he helps you by pushing his dick to stand with his left thumb, watching you slowly dribble down his tip and shaft, groaning. jake jerks himself once lightly while you grab the crotch of your panties and wrap it around his dick stroking him up and down, running your thumb over his tip.

the reaction from him is electric.

"oh my god~" jake moans out, falling back completely with his head hitting your pillow, bangs astray. jakes legs unashamedly spread out for you, knees bent. he withers with each light rub of his tip, biting his thick bottom lip to avoid embarrassing himself around heeseung.

"you always know what to do with him." heeseung compliments, slowly pushing your ass up a bit, so you move your knees back, arching. as you’re eye level with jakes balls, heeseungs right hand curves over your ass, then down and between your lips. he begins rubbing his middle finger up and down your vagina, poking around until he eventually sinks his finger in. to conceal your moans, you kiss the base of jakes dick, who moans in response.

heeseung continues to curl his finger in and out of you slowly, adding his ring finger. feeling hot, jake sits up slightly to grab his hoodie at the waist with both hands before pulling it up and off quickly to not disturb you. he balls it up in his hands quickly before tossing it to his right, falling back comfortably, his pale stomach tinted a light pink. heeseung ends up being the only one clothed, so he momentarily rips his fingers out of you before he grabs his own hoodie, arms crossed over his abdomen, to pull it up and over his head quickly.

you continued to jerk jake off. with every gasp and whimper that poured out of his mouth, his hips moved upward slightly to meet you at the base of his dick. his chest slowly began to turn red with the stimulation, his neck and abs flexed tightly. "i-i'm so close y/n please.." he whines out, eyes closed. "i don't want to come like this, please." he begs again, heeseung laughing.

"god dude, relax." he says, jake refusing to acknowledge him. “you’ll get hard again soon enough, i’m not worried.” you tease, heeseung laughing before getting back to fingering you with the same digits as before. he rubs his now wet fingers up and down your entrance again, causing you to jerk forward before looking back at him. jake whines loudly, both you and heeseungs heads shift over to look at him. his abs are still flexed, eyes squeezed shut. he holds his lower stomach with his left hand, his right hand laid out to the side. heeseung gathers more of your arousal before pulling his fingers out, watching his hand as he spreads the light film coating them, gently.

jakes orgasm is dramatic, as per usual. his loud moan morphs into a cry, both his hands shooting out to hold yours as you quickly jerk him through it. he gasps as his sperm litters his lower abdomen; coming hard. his head shifts to the left, his bangs falling into his closed eyes as his mouth stays open, panting lightly as begin to slowly pump him through it, the end of his release lightly coating the second set of knuckles on your fingers. “y/n” he moans lightly, before beginning to smile from embarrassment.

your brain clicks.

you toss the panty up and away from jakes now limping cock, going to swipe up his release with your thumb, index and middle finger. you rise up to fall back on your ass and lower back, heeseung shuffling back before you can land, your left elbow holding you up, legs spread. heeseung moves over to kneel more in view on your left, jake finally looking up, shifting over to his left in confusion. he looks back between both you and heeseung, who spreads his knees out, watching you between your legs, anticipating.

you begin to drop jake’s sperm down onto your clit, heeseung moaning lightly, his head tilting to the left slightly before gripping himself with his right hand. jakes mouth drops open, staring at the way your fingers begin to lightly wipe the rest of his cum onto your clit and labia.

“oh my god..” jake whispers, watching as you use your middle finger to rub his sperm along your vagina like lube. you begin to push some of it in, both boys groaning loudly. heeseung begins to lightly pump himself with the little bit of arousal he had collected from you earlier on his fingers, catching your attention.

for show, you pull your finger out before patting yourself one time lightly on your clit, a soft wet sound bouncing out through the room. heeseung reacts immediately, knee-walking over. jake moans to himself, his tired dick twitching in response regardless.

“jake?” you ask, shifting your hips forward for heeseung to kneel between them better. “you wanna watch?” you end, his face morphing into a nervous smile before he giggles, falling to his right so he can lay flat on his face into the comforter. he hides his face under his left arm, his naked bum in the air.

you chuckle a bit, heeseung keeping his eyes on your face and tits, switching between the two as he waits for jakes response patiently. you knew the answer, heeseung did too. jake had always loved watching you get fucked or helping you get off whenever heeseung wasn’t.

it was just more fun asking him for a response.

he lifts his head slightly, nodding, the action barely in view. that won’t cut it. “hm?” you question again, heeseung rubbing his tip up and down your entrance to pass the time.

“yes.” he whispers. “how do you want it.” you continue, heeseung’s patience running thin. his dick colour has darkened with the entire encounter since you three stepped in, his tip a deep red. he begins lightly pushing his tip in and out of you, teasing himself. “just like that..” jake answers again, slightly louder. he always loved watching you get fucked when you were on your back, because it always felt more intimate to him, and made touching you easier. with the answer, heeseung keeps his tip inside before placing his hands on both your hips, rubbing his thumbs up and down your skin before pulling you down the bed more to push himself in, raw.

jake reminisces about his cum, still glistening against your clit, biting his bottom lip roughly. heeseung begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, watching your face. you allow your arm to give out, letting you fall flat on the bed, head near the bottom corner of your mattress. your body jerks with each of heeseungs thrusts as he speeds up, his large hands cupping either side of your hips to hold you steady enough to not slide up the bed. jake climbs up the sheets towards you, reaching his left arm snaking under heeseungs to lazily roll your clit under his thumb.

you moan to acknowledge him, jake smiling to himself. he’s slightly hard again, his “cool down” time always being the fastest out of you three. he watches as your boobs bounce everytime heeseungs thighs fully meet yours, along with the rest of your body. heeseung himself looks down between your legs to watch jakes motions, noting the way you lightly jiggle from the waist down with each of his thrusts.

he speeds up slightly again, so you clench around him, breathing heavily. against your invite, heeseung pulls his hips away from yours fully, setting himself free. he begins to use your arousal to jerk himself off, right hand swirling up and down his dick before twisting at the head, panting lightly. you sit up to watch him play with himself, confused. he locks eyes with you before forcing himself to stand on the comforter. jake pulls his hand away from your clit, going to stand as well. heeseung halts his movements momentarily, the two of them towering over you as they both wait for the other to set the stage. jake moves first, holding himself out pointed towards your forehead. you hike yourself up on your knees, sharing your attention. jake pushes his tip against your lips, so you kitty lick it once before swirling your tongue up and around.

"fuck.." jake whispers out gently, looking down at the way you begin to inch your lips down his length, humming lightly to avoid gagging. once he's settled in your mouth, you begin to bop your head back and forth, eyes closed to concentrate on your nose breathing as both boys watch you in awe. "you're so perfect..." heeseung compliments, watching the way you take jake into your mouth so easily. "it's like you're made for this." he continues, this time spitting on his right hand to begin jerking himself off again in pace with you. you reach your right hand between your own legs, relishing in the way jake moans and twitches with each swipe of your tongue on the underside of his cock.

heeseung moans louder than usual, his hand movements speeding up quickly, so you pull off jake's dick to cap your lips around heeseungs tip, sucking. "fuck." heeseung swears one last time before his head tilts back, adam's apple bobbing. he groans loudly as you feel the way his cum spurts out, hot and slimy, into your mouth. you pull off prematurely, some cum falling on your left breast as you spit heeseungs sperm out onto your right hand. after coating your palm and fingers, you wrap your hand around jakes hard, deep coloured tip before clenching roughly, twisting down his length.

jake nearly screams at the way you tightly squeeze around his dick, his left hand pushing your braids back over your shoulder so he can watch you. he bites his lip to avoid moaning but does anyhow, breathing shallowly through his nose. heeseung drops back down to his knees so he can face you comfortably. his left hand slots in between your thighs, middle and ring finger in between your lips, rubbing up to your clit and back down. he feels around for your vagina before curling his fingers in, smirking at the way you lightly moan, your breath fanning jakes tip. you place an open mouthed kiss on the underside of jakes dick, moaning lightly at the way jake lightly shivers.

"too bad about the movie." heeseung randomly blurts, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you, slowly curling upwards with each push in. he earns a light breathless laugh out of you and jake before the younger male vomits out another loud moan, chest heaving. "we could've really saved our money and time." heeseung finishes, watching as you kiss jakes tip once more time before locking eyes with him, smiling.

"oh i could care less about that."

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pairing! 𓇼 female reader x tinder date jay & jake

genre! 𓇼 smut — minors do not interact

wc! 𓇼 10.3k

warnings! everyone's been drinking, humping furniture, cunnilingus (pussy drunk jake), jerking off, protected sex, you three fuck in the clothes you wear, cum eating

i am a firm believer in jake the pussy eater. and THIS has now beat my writing record

please excuse any mistakes! i did proofread but you never know

jake and jay weren’t incels by any means. they were pretty well known around campus by name and face, constantly being complimented in private, on tinder and through social media comments.

jake was more sexually promiscuous than jay, but they were both pretty chill within male standards these days. jay liked having women to himself, but jake loved the idea of sharing—especially sharing women with other women. but neither of the boys were the ones who set the tinder account up, sunghoon was.

“i just think it’ll be fun.” sunghoon says with a laugh, his canines sharp. they were sitting in jays car eating burgers and fries, jay in the driver, sunghoon passenger and jake in the back. this wasn’t jays car but actually heeseungs, a nice red mazda he got passed down to him from his older brother when he changed vehicles. 

heeseung had left the car briefly to go to ‘the bathroom’, but everyone in the car had the same understanding that he only left to call his ex-fling. sunghoon was practically the match-maker of the friend group, constantly trying to make things happen for his friends while he sat in a committed (enough) relationship of one year and eight months.

sunghoon had his own phone in hand, handling the tinder account for both jake and jay with his own number. he had planned to share the account with one of the boys eventually, but not before he set it up and matched them with a few people prior.

he put everything together for the account, including the bio, names, layout and photos. jake was secretly egging sunghoon on through the process, jay being the only voice of reason besides heeseung. heeseung personally loved the idea of threesomes, and he had hinted towards them with jake a few times, but he knew how jay was, so he supported him in arguing against it. 

“i’m sure most girls are gonna ignore you guys because threesomes are quite invasive, but whoever swipes has want it bad.” sunghoon finishes with a hearty laugh, jay shoving him with his right hand. “you’re gross.” he replies with a soft laugh, jake lifting his right eyebrow briefly with a smile. “i’m not mad at it.” jake starts, shrugging lightly before pulling another handful of fries out of the bag by his left hip.

his right hand flips through his phone aimlessly, running through tiktoks on low volume. “i’m just not sure we have the same type.” he finishes, smiling at the way jay looks over his shoulder, past sunghoon. “what are you implying? i don’t have good taste?” jay asks with an accusatory tone, annoyance in his features.

“your cuisine is amazing, i just think you pick the most boring bitches alive.” jake comments, sunghoon throwing his head back in a laugh. jay slumped back in his chair at the comment with a shrug, jake sitting up to reach forward, lightly patting him on his right shoulder with a greasy left hand. “that’s why i’m picking for the both of you.” sunghoon comments, both men looking at him.

“i trust that i can pick girls you both would like because i like both your types.” sunghoon comments with a smile, jakes left hand falling back into his lap. “i know you like someone mature with strong education,” he points at jay with his left hand,

“and i know jake likes tits.” he finishes, his left thumb pointing behind him with a light laugh as he looks back at his screen, swiping right once. “and ass.” jake adds with a laugh, jay rolling his eyes as sunghoon turns back to look at him briefly. jay spits a mean “yall are lucky to not have std’s with these mindsets.” before heeseung suddenly shows up at the back left door of jays temporary driver seat. “i’m not convinced they don’t have any.” heeseung comments with a smile, the car interrupting into laughter—surprisingly from sunghoon and jake.

“but sorry for leaving, had to make a phone call.” “yea, we know.” sunghoon replies with an eye roll, heeseungs right hand balling up into a fist. sunghoon looks back briefly before cowering playfully, heeseung hitting him with a stiff armed punch. “i’m constantly being abused in this friend group.” sunghoon said through his fake winching, a laugh rolling out of everyone’s mouths again.

• • •

"no, pass!" your blonde roommate yelled at the tv screen mirroring your phone. you don’t spare a second glance swiping to the left as your roommates laughed at once. "he looks like he's into poop fetishes." she continued to comment as the screen refreshed to another boy, his hair long and shaggy. he had a scene kid aesthetic, something your shorter roommate to the right of you fawned at, the other roommate screaming for you to disrespectfully pass again.

you had recently moved into a new house with your roommates from last year, four of you in total. besides the small normal arguments the four of you would have at times, you got along very well.

you guys would sometimes meet up during the weekdays to have quality house meetings, usually consisting of setting up rules for the household, or informing the house of upcoming visitors. but sometimes the house would bring up the different boys and girls on and near campus, pushing the house to either start looking through instagram accounts, or on dating apps.

you and two of your roommates occupied the living room area as your other roommate stayed upstairs on a facetime call. you and your one blonde roomate were on the couch in the middle of the room, your other roommate on a little seat to the right of you as you all faced the television on the wall. you were all wearing varying casual outfits, all slowly waiting for summer to really kick in after finishing classes. you wore a baggy t-shirt with shorts, your roommate to the left in a crop top and booty shorts, roommate to the right in a hoodie and sweatpants.

“honestly, the guys on this app aren't too bad.” your roommate to the right commented, her large glasses falling down her low-bridged nose as she sat cross-legged. “i was expecting way worse.” she finished with a laugh, her deep brown hair cut into a short bob, eyes monolid. she uses her phone in her right to emphasise her speech, her lock screen flashing on and off. “that's what i’m saying!” your white blonde roommate to your left commented, her thick hair in a messy high bun as her right index pointed over you in agreeance. you silently agreed with both girls, a smile on your face before swiping left again without looking for too long.

“i’m still not that impressed.” you commented with a soft smile before your tallest, deep brown skinned roommate walked in from the left to the kitchen, hair covered in a bonnet. she was wearing her pyjamas, a small tank top and booty shorts, the outfit tight on her slim frame but matching your other roommate. her phone was in hand on call, all three of you lightly looking to the left to greet her. “hey ladies!” she commented with a smile, her invisalign giving her a small lisp.

you looked at the screen for a second to swipe left on another dud again, looking back at her without seeing the next swipe.

“brooo, who is that?!” her left arm points, the phone in her right nearly dropping at the shift in movement. everyone's heads jerk towards the television screen, voices screaming in shock. the blonde beside you nearly hurts herself as she jumps off the couch, snatching the phone out of your hands.

“no you have to say yes!” she screams, her right hand holding your phone in the air as her head whips towards you from the tv. your eyes peel from watching your phone in her hand to look, mouth open.

Jake Jay, 22

Yes theres two of us. No were not dating. Yes we both swiped on you. No were not catfishing. Just trynna have fun this summer. Jay is 22, im 22 in november 🥳

“no fucking way they’re real?!” you commented, your left hand reaching out for your phone. when your roommate doesn’t give the phone back in time, you practically snatch it, lightly apologising. “i’m sorry hon, but i need to see.” you commented as you all looked at the photos with open mouths. you watched your phone, the girls watching you swipe through the big screen.

the first photo was a selfie of both of them from slightly below, bangs in ones face. neither of them were smiling, the one on the right with longer hair in an overgrown haircut. his lips were pink and thick, a light pout on his face as his brown bangs curved lightly into his eyes. the left had a strong jaw with tanner skin, his features sharper. his hair was freshly cut and styled back—forehead showing.

“oh my god they’re so fine!” your newly joined roommate commented, everyone including you laughing. you swiped right in the middle of the screen to see more photos.

the second photo was both of them at a party, a south asian girl in the middle of them with two empty tequila bottles in her hands. she looked wasted beyond belief and so did they, a line of text from snapchat updating on who jake was, who jay was, and how her name was rosa. you hoped she wasn’t going to be an issue for you later, praying she was just a very casual party-goer and not someone’s ex. 

“okay so jake’s the one with the lips, and jay’s the one with the jawline. got it.” the blond comments as she reads the text, your bob haired roommate pointing to jay with a manicured left index finger. “i like him, he’s hot. is this a two for one?” she asks with expressive hands, her right hand dropping her phone into her lap as she uncrosses her legs.

“they want a threesome?!” your bonneted roommate comments with an exaggerated reaction, leaning over. her eyes are wide and so is her mouth, her right hand now at her side as she walks around the kitchen counter to step closer as you slid to the next slide. the next slide is of the two of them in the bathroom, a third in the shower.

one of them—jake—was sitting on the toilet with his pants on holding up two peace signs, jay sat on the floor with a large bowl between his legs with a pout. there's someone in the shower, leaning forward with his upper body. his face and upper body is in frame, dripping wet. his eyebrows are thick, features sharp. he’s just as handsome as the other two in the photo, faint dimples in his smiling face.

“fuck, i want him too!” you playfully yelled as the room erupts in shocked laughter, your blonde roommate clapping. “this is too good you have to say yes.” she commented with a smile, shaking her head in disbelief. “yea you gotta see what's up with those two. have to.” your deep brown roommate commented one last time as she squints lightly at the screen, moving to go back upstairs to her room. “any updates, yall better call me.” she comments before looking back one last time, her phone screen off as she runs upstairs, her footsteps heavy as she skips steps.

you swipe to the right with no hesitation, suddenly growing disappointed you didn’t look at them for longer. if you didn’t match with them, that might’ve been the last time you’d ever see them. 

“hopefull—” IT’S A MATCH!

“no fucking way!” your bob hair cut roommate screamed as she jumped out of her seat, the room erupting in noise once again. “what?! what happened?!” your third roommate yelled from upstairs, her voice muffed lightly. “she matched with jake and jay!’ your blonde friend commented playfully with a light laugh as she ran around the left side of the couch to yell up the stairs a few feet away.

“y/n better do it or i’m done with her!” she comments back playfully, her voice bouncing off the walls. you laugh at the comment, your face looking at the ‘send a message’ prompt at the bottom of your screen. “i can’t promise you anything!” you yelled from your spot on the couch.

you were a prune in the eyes of your roommates and friends, barely entertaining men past a hello and gentle conversation. you were so confident about not entertaining men that your parents thought you were waiting for the right moment to come out as a lesbian. you did like girls, but it wasn’t your only choice. you couldn’t lie though, the ‘we will always love and support you’ speech was funny to sit through.

you truly wanted to have more fun this summer, and this would probably be one of the first instances you’d actually be interested in doing something. “i’m just scared about doing things with two guys.” you commented out loud, the blonde stepping up from the couch to walk towards the kitchen.

“hopefully the dicks aren’t trash.” she commented as she looked through the top cabinets for some chips to eat. “check the far left cabinet by the fridge. theres some doritos there.” your other roommate commented to her searching, a thin smile on the blondes face at her keen eye as she turned around.

“thank you queen.” she comments with a laugh before reaching to the second shelf with a small jump.

"well i'm not messaging if there's two of them and one of me. if they want me, they gotta message me first." you defensively commented to the room, both your roommates agreeing in unison.

"fair." your blonde roommate commented, your smaller roommate watching as she walked around to sit back down at the couch, holding her left hand out.

“hopefully we see some other cute guys before i lose faith i’ll find someone myself.” she commented with a laugh, the blond just passing the bag over instead. 

• • •

Hi y/n! Its jake. I saw you swiped on us and i thought we should talk. How r u?

your mouth would’ve touched the floor if you were a cartoon character. your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, mind full yet so empty. they were cute, that was a given. you knew what their intentions were, so there was no use in acting confused or making small talk in your opinion, at least not on tinder.

hey cutie

i’m good, how r u!

you didn’t know if this would go over well, and the moment you sent both messages the shame settled in. what if they didn’t really like you that much? you were scared about putting yourself out too much, especially in front of pretty attractive men like them. they probably had both men and women alike fawning over them, why would you spread yourself thin?

Im so good, im so happy u swiped. Didnt think youd like us

‘didn’t think you’d like them? impossible.’ you couldn’t help but smile at the messages, shaking your head lightly in disbelief as you typed back, smirking.

bullshit. you know you’re sexy

its like word vomit. this wasn't like you at all, and you felt it in the way your stomach would drop every time you saw jake typing. you'd close the app completely just to open it up again the moment you heard that exciting small notification. why would he message you if he weren't interested? he was answering back so fast you could tell he didn't even close the app before typing again.

Haha yea

Not just for me tho. U think jays cute too right

he continues to spam you. it's weirdly charming to you; a smile on your face as you imagine the speed of his typing fingers.

I message for the both of us

We're a duo

'he responds so fast he's practically begging' you playfully commented in your head with a smile, your head tilting to the left as you thought up a response. you didn't want to sound desperate, but you did want him to know you were interested in anything they wanted to do—if that were their intentions.

yes you're both really attractive

at this point, you were getting excited. you played it off pretty well, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t care about the way jake texted back fast.

U promise?

Do you wanna meet up

Just so we can talk in person?

you started to think jake probably liked you more than jay did. maybe jake was the only one who would actually check the account, or even swipe on the different profiles. regardless you were okay with only jake entertaining you, maybe the account was shared just for efficiency.

sure. do u live near the uni? we could get food at the plaza

you usually didn’t plan to meet up with guys so soon, but you already had plans, and if they really wanted to connect with you, they’d make the effort to at least see you once before you went on an actual date.

Tell me the time and were there.

Can i have ur number?

it felt sudden. but it also made sense. tinder was truly only used to connect, pushing you to move elsewhere if you truly wanted to chat and meet up personally. you were grown, this wasn’t something new to you.

sure! i’ll send it in a separate text so its easy to copy and paste.

• • •

you had been sharing your location with your roommates for months at this point, so you didn't bother reminding them to either come for you or call the police if they didn't hear from you. they knew not to bother texting because you'd have your notifications off, so you gave them a time, ten o’clock pm.

you had everything of importance on you, your phone, a charger and wallet in a little bag you wore over the shoulder. you had already bought a few articles of clothing, your forever twenty-one bag on your left shoulder before sitting down in the food court at a four seat table. you swung the bag to the seat to your left to leave the seats in front of you clear, pushing both boys to have to sit across from you if they showed up.

you had texted jake about meeting you near the left entrance side of the cafeteria, describing the colour of your t-shirt. you wore a comfortable outfit—boyfriend jeans and a tight pink t-shirt, your time for meetup passing. you thought you had been stood up—which was fine—so you started to look around for food places to hide the shame filling your stomach.

that was, until two hands pounced on your shoulders from behind, a jolt running up your spine as you dropped your phone on the table in front of you. “hi, y/n!” a light male voice came from behind. the friendliness took you aback as you looked up to your right to see jake from tinder, a smile so big on his face you’d think y'all were childhood friends.

he was such an open book in his texting, so it made sense he’d be even nicer in public. you shifted right out of your seat to give a friendly hug, noticing the male to his left as you gave a soft pat to his back before pulling away.

“hi, i’m jay. we didn’t really get to talk before.” the male beside him commented, a sweet eye smile on his face. he was even prettier in person—both of them were. they both smelt good, but jake smelt more like a clean body scent, jay nicely coated in cologne. jake’s outfit matched yours, his jeans baggy and grey, his t-shirt black and loosely fitting.

jay on the other hand had on slim jeans with a loose dress shirt, the buttons left open to his mid chest. he had a gold chain on with gold rings on his left thumb and right middle finger, jakes jewellery starting and stopping at a simple silver curb chain around his pale neck.

“i didn’t think you guys would show up.” you commented before hesitating in front of jay. he notices the pause, his right arm reaching out to invite you for a hug. you take it, your right cheek close to his neck. “usually i’d prefer a more formal first meeting,” jay commented with the pull away, a smile creeping up your face.

“so would i,” you lightly comment, not wanting to give too much information about yourself. you and jake only really picked this spot because of his eagerness to meet you in person, and because you didn’t really trust them yet, so you wanted an audience just incase.

“i wanted to shop for some things and thought something casual would break the throuple ice.” you commented, jake smiling. he moves closer slightly, the visual of how close you three are to each other catching the eye of bystanders.

“i respect it, it makes sure you have witnesses in case we were catfishing and vice versa.”

“i could never be a catfish.” you replied to jakes comment with a laugh, jay smiling softly at the comment as you moved to your bag. “i’m still planning on picking up a few things, if you guys want to join me.” you commented as you hoisted the bag over your shoulder.

“sure, i can hold your bag if you’d like?” jay commented with his left hand out, jake walking around to stand before both of you guys to look at the burger spot closest to you three. you smiled at jays words before letting the bag roll off your shoulder, jays hand catching it to exchange it onto his own.

“man i want a burger.” jake comments with his hands on his hips from behind jay, a laugh leaving his lips before he turns towards him

 “personally i want thai.” he comments with his eyes wandering, your right hand pointing to the back right section of the food court. “there’s something over on that side you might like.”

 • • •

the three of you got along like friends. the conversation easy to hold. jay actively participated in your shopping experience. he would listen to you and pick things out, jake following behind without care. he would make funny comments while slyly liking and matching with other girls on their shared tinder profile. he liked your energy, but he didn’t feel the pull from you that you’d want something more than this—friendship.

he did find you attractive, and whenever the three of you stood too close he’d silently manifest jay pushing his lip into yours to test the waters. you seemed to interact with them like they were your guy friends, and jake was scared all those texts and plans built up only lead up to this.

“i think we should plan a proper date for the three of us,” jake blurts out, both you and jay trailing off your conversation to look back at him. “something formal and romantic.” he finished, you three standing in a corner of the store garage, sifting through a rack of cropped shirts.

jay is taken aback by this, remembering how profusely jake and sunghoon insisted their interactions with you be solely sexual. he scoffed a little at the comment, the action not missed by you or jake. “i just mean,” jake started up again, trying to distract from the way jay looked off, his left hand lazily pushing through clothes on the rack in front of him as he faced you two. “sexual relationships are built through some level of trust,”

‘he’s got to be bullshitting’ you thought in as you watched jays reaction through the corner of your eye. “and i know i’m physically attracted to you.” he begins again, your ears perking at the admission. “but us doing this is kid shit. only teens on a date would walk around stores together picking out clothes.” he finishes, slight bite in his words but you get it.

it is childish to do this over going on an actual date, but you wanted to check if they were really valid people, not wanting to waste your time. “i know.” you agreed with him, breaking eye contact as you looked down in an attempt to find the right words. 

“i just wanted to make sure you guys were actually real, honest people before throwing myself into a dangerous situation like a private date.” you replied, jake nodding as your eyes rose to meet his face again.

“i totally get it, trust me.” he said with his hands up, his phone between his right hands index and thumb, screen littered in notifications. “i’m not mad we did this.” he replied, his hair practically bouncing with his expressive way of talking. “but now that we know each other, we need to get out of these friendship activities and move like people who’re actually dating.”

jay finally checks back into the conversation, smiling softly at jake’s words before thinking of a way to chime in. “i agree.” he starts, pulling away from the rack to lean his body weight into his right hip. “i’m attracted to you as well, so i think it’s worth going on an actual date.” he finishes, his eyes on jake as he spoke, watching how jake’s face lit up with him agreeing.

“i’m sure it’s obvious i’m attracted to you both, no?” you spoke lightly, your tone still uncertain. you didn’t want to lean too much into trusting them, especially since you found them on tinder, but if they could play you well enough then you’d entertain them well enough. “even if you’re just trying to get into my pants,” you trail off, your eyes searching the racks to calm your sudden nerves. “i’m fine with going on an actual date, but don’t expect me to pay.” you playfully commented, knowing better. 

“oh we weren’t thinking of doing that. i got money for me and you babygirl, trust.” if jake were a puppy his tail would fly off with this level of excitement. he steps closer at the agreement between all three of you, your heartbeat almost in your ears. ‘wait—did he just call me babygirl?’ you thought for a little with frowned brows. you hoped your face didn’t seem too excited.

“are you free tomorrow night? you want italian?”

• • •

were you wearing your best black bra and panty set? perhaps.

did you pick a skimpy short dress with a low cut just to show cleavage? maybe.

did you shave? of course.

you were completely hairless from the neck down after your shower, your roommates more than aware of your plans when they realised just how long you were in there.

you had exfoliated the night you got back from the mall meet up, giving every single detail about the two boys to your roommates who all sat around, listening so attentively you were almost taken aback.

you could remember the light scent of jake’s skin, describing how excited he seemed for the date. you described how he not only said he wanted to date to get to know you better but also how he said he was ‘attracted to you’ and called you ‘babygirl’ while insisting he’d never make you pay after you commented playfully.

“you’re fucking lying.” your tallest roommate commented playfully, her right hand pointing at you.

“i wish i was, i swear.” you pleaded, your eyes scanning everyone’s faces.

“freudian slip, he didn’t wanna say it but he got caught up in your beauty.” your blond roommate commented, the room erupting in laughs and confused faces.

“you’re so corny!” your bobbed hair roommate commented with a laugh.

you described how jay smelt, how uniquely masculine he was. you could barely put the words together to describe how he smelt and acted. your roommates playfully moaned in response of your retelling, each break in your sentences leaving room for noise.

your short haired roommate would roll her eyes playfully, her hands in the air. “i literally need him in me right now.” she commented before grabbing her own hair in playful agony, everyone laughing.

to say you were excited was an understatement.

especially with how much time you spent making your makeup and hair look good.

jake had scarily video called you while you were shaving previously, your razer sitting on your upper inner right thigh. you didn’t answer, for multiple obvious reasons. you decided you’d call him later making some bullshit excuse.

you didn’t know why he couldn’t text you, but that was when your brain started doomsday thinking. you got nervous. you thought he was probably cancelling and it would be for some embarrassing reason.

not embarrassing for him—for you. you started to convince yourself he only suggested the date to get out of conversation early that day, overthinking the way jay looked at him as he admitted he was attracted to you.

but now the time was here, and the texts from jake were only positive.

jake 🥰

Just texting to remind u we come @ 8

Wear ur best

Not an obligation

Just be comfortable

Love you

Sorrh

Sorry*

Im just joking i dont actually love u im not crazy i promise

you are honestly shocked you had been so nervous. jake was so pathetic through text it was almost too good to be true. he was smart as hell and held conversation very well, but he also played around which made your conversations very entertaining but also hard to read.

jay was a lot less invasive in messages, barely messaging you if at all. you started to feel like jake was truly the only one that actually liked you fully out of the two of them. it hurt your pride, but you didn't let it get into your head too much.

when jake rang your phone while standing at the front door comically with jay on his right side—you jumped. 

“girl let me at least open the door.” your tallest deep brown roommate commented, comically leaning to the side with her eyebrows raised to try and get a peak through the front door. “i will die if you escort me out of this house like a worried mother, no!” you commented back with a smile, muffled laughter coming from your roommates so loudly the blonde had to run upstairs, cupping her mouth in a show. 

you wore a simple fitting black dress that ended mid thigh. it rode up constantly—and you were scared at times of your boobs slipping up and out—but your small over-the-shoulder purse matched it so well. you wore stiletto heels, hoping to everything you loved that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face.

jay and jake were both wearing dress pants and well fitted shirts, jay in all black as jake’s shirt was a light pink, pants a deep grey. both of them wore well tailored clothes, their shoes expensive, jay with a belt.

jay had on a expensive watch, not like you knew the brand—nor did you care—but it was definitely not a regular watch. they had a lot of money, almost too much. you started to speculate if they were pornstars when you saw them, moving to hug the both of them—starting with jay.

jay hugged softly, his arms awkwardly over yours as he tried to be respectful. your purse was barely hanging onto your right shoulder so you appreciated it. you pulled away to look at him and lightly glance at his shirt, hoping no makeup touched the fabric before stepping right to give jake a hug as well. 

“you look lovely.” jay commented with a smile, jake side eyeing him in a smirk before diving into a deeper hug, his arms wrapping around your waist. his chin was in your neck with the hug, and you couldn’t help but hold your breath. “thank you.” you commented finally as jake pulled away, your eyes looking at jay. 

jay and jake both stepped back together with a shared glance as you walked between them, jay to your left, jake on your right. you looked great, and it was definitely a contrast from the day before. jake truly just wanted to look at your ass but jay held his eye contact with him tight. “bro go get the car door.” he ordered as jake snorted once, holding his left hand out for the keys behind your back. jake’s arm hooped over your head as he walked to the car, the keys thrashing around in his hand.

there was a mercedes benz c-class sedan, which you understood was jay’s. one press of a button on the keys woke the car up, the side mirrors moving and positioning themselves as the car started. “birthday gift.” jay commented with a smile at the light shock in your face, smiling. his right hand lightly pressed into your lower back to push you forward and you walked willingly. his left hand hovered in front, incase you needed help stepping down from your house. 

you took the hand in your own, his hands soft as they shifted under your palm to hold you better. his right hand moved to your side as you both stepped down towards the car, jake holding the passenger seat door open as it faced your house. the moment you were in the car jake lightly closed it behind you, immediately speaking.

“she looks so good.” jake commented with a shake of his head for emphasis, jay smiling lightly as he looked into the window at you briefly.

“dude calm down before she hears you.” he comments softly, knowing his own car like the back of his hand.

“don’t care, i’d eat her right now.” jake replied before stepping back, assuming that would make it harder for you to hear.

your eyes shot forward at the comment, jake’s innocent persona quickly changing in your head as you watched jay walk around the hood of the car with a laugh.

he lightly but firmly ripped the door open before sliding in, the car lightly shaking as he started the car with one push of a button, pocketing the keys. the engine roared lightly as jake slid in from behind, moving to sit in the middle of the back seats so he could feel closer to you two.

“where are we going?” jay asked as his right hand absentmindedly ran up the wheel to grip at the top, looking out his side mirror.

“i don’t know, i’m cool with anything as long as i get eaten.” you commented boldly, jake freezing in his seat. jay laughs out loud at your reply, his head turning to look at you.

“that's great,” he starts with another small laugh before looking back. “any location suggestions on where she can get eaten?” jay teases with a shit-eating grin, his eyebrows raised. you can’t help but laugh, your roommates watching through the windows as they speculate.

“come back here and i’ll show you.” jake comments with a smile, jay looking forward with a stern head shake. “not in my car you won’t.” jay comments as he side eyes you playfully, ripping a laugh out of you. once your laugh dies down, your face dropped slightly, eyes hooded. you looked back at jake who’s sat with his hands between his parted legs, bottom lip caught between his teeth in a smile.

he shifts his hips towards you a bit spreading his legs further. your eyes catch the movement, jake’s eyes catching you. jay peels off driving down your residential street, a sly smile on your lips as you finally sat forward again.

• • •

you three thought against going out for dinner. jay was amazing at cooking and jake wasn’t really up for being out in public unnecessarily again. he clearly just recommended it to get you three into one location where at least one bed was open for use. jake had eaten dinner at four o’clock. he wasn’t starving by any means. he could eat something light, but there were so many more important actions you three could do.

jay had planned for you three to eat steak with fettuccine alfredo, trying to avoid anything too extravagant. he had also picked out some of his favourite gins and wines, letting jake pick and choose what the three of you would be drinking. they had a wifi tv right by the kitchen that could easily be seen at all points of the living room, background noise playing as a random reality show begins.

heeseung and sunghoon had gone out to go drinking at their favourite pub, their cars left at home. it was pretty early for them to be out drinking, but you couldn’t talk. you three had gone through three—going on four—gin mixed drinks at this point. they were honestly amazing, expensive gins being a lot smoother than other drinks in the same alcohol percentage bracket. while jay was still teetering within the ‘tipsy’ range, you and jake were drunk, hot and loud.

jake insisted on helping cook the steak, you and jay unnecessarily preparing the sauce for the pasta together. their kitchen was surprisingly big, the stove and sink apart from each other—the sink in the middle of a counter island. the fridge was on the right side of the stove you three faced, indicating the end of the kitchen area as the living room was off to the left.

jay steps you through everything, even the grating of the different cheeses and putting the pasta in a boiling pot. “you might as well just fuck her.” jake spits out in slight jealousy, watching how jays chest pushes into your back as he practically drapes himself over you. jake had long gone stopped focusing on the steak, turning the temperature down to buy himself more time.

“you’d like watching that, wouldn’t you?” jay teases, his arms slipping from between your arms. you’re a little dazed by the comment, partially because of the alcohol, but also because of how objectifying it all felt.

you lean forward into the counter with your elbows, innocently but aggressively pushing your ass into jays groin. it shoves him backwards, his right hand coming up to strike the left side of ass once. you jolt a bit, looking to your left to watch how jakes eyes practically glow.

“oh fuck yea!” jake responds at the smack, following jays lead. he steps forward enough to where his hand can reach before slamming his hand down on the opposite cheek.

“ow!” you yell, your facial expression a mixture of angry brows and a smile. “oh, you hurt her.” jay comments playfully in response, his left hand coming up to swat at jake. he moves back with a laugh, holding himself as his eyes turn crescent shaped. when jays hand falls, his right hand hand lightly caresses up and down the sides of your bum. it’s more soothing than arousing, but you bite your lip nonetheless.

this doesn’t slip past jake at all, who motions once with a nod in your direction, motioning jay to check what he sees. jay shyly looks at your expression with a small tilt to the left, almost making eye contact before slipping back into place behind you. he makes eye contact with jake deviously before thrusting against you once as a tease. jake giggles at the action before finally looking back at the steak he was supposed to be watching.

the mood has shifted in the room, you slowly pulling yourself up with the palms of your hands. jake finds a fork to lazily flip the massive steak with, against jays pleads for a proper utensil.

you’re not hungry anymore. if anything this gin in your system has made you insatiably horny, disappointed in the way jay finally leaves your frame. he focused on mixing the pasta and sauce into the large saucepan he had picked out.

between the two boys you knew you had a better shot at seducing jake fully than jay. theres a pout in his lips, more than apparent, but jay was focused on getting everything ready for you guys.

once jay pushes jake out of the way to properly take care of the steak cooking way too slowly, you decide to take your chance. jake walks over to your with a smirk on his face, your posture fixing to accommodate his height. your left arm swings over his neck playfully, fully expecting to only hold onto him as you both waited.

jake doesn’t waste anymore time than necessary, leaning forward to push a kiss into your left cheek. it’s kind of sloppy, a little bit of spit on your cheek as he pulls away, but it’s enough for you to kiss him back, right under his right eye by his nose. jake’s lips chase yours, finally landing one soft smooch on your lips before pulling away, your arm opening with the distance.

“your lips are so pretty.” you compliment absentmindedly, your head tilting to the left as you study his features. “thank you.” he lightly speaks before his right hand finds your left cheek. you don’t bother letting him control your movements before pushing your lips into his, both your arms wrapping around his neck carelessly.

he kisses you slow but passionately, you both slightly panting through each break in the kiss. jake wiggles his other hand to cup the other side of your face, a vice grip on your jaw. jay glances to his right to watch you two, the soft wet noises of both of your lips nearly echoing in his ears.

he doesn't interrupt, silently looking between you two and the steak—the pasta sitting abandoned in the cheese sauce. he takes the steak out of the pan so it isn't overcooked, moving close to you two to pick up the cutting board. by this point, jay had turned the stove tops off, everything out just needing a good plating.

you're held between the counter and jake's body as you reach out for jays affection with an open right hand. jay takes it momentarily to kiss your open palm, holding your fingers straight.

you lightly 'hmm' at the action, jay pulling away to wash his hands at the sink. he grabs a knife from a drawer on the left side of the sink, pushing the drawer closed as the kiss with jake lightly smudges your light layer of foundation. jakes hips rock into yours once, a hardened print against your frame.

he moves to the left side of your face, kissing down your jaw and neck. his hands roughly explore your waist, the drag of his hands lifting the skirt of your dress with each push upwards to steady your head. it's like its been rehearsed by these two, the way jay watches every move of jakes hands.

jakes hands leave your neck to roughly grope your breasts, your hands cupping his as he massages them. jays eyes seem to darken as you make eye contact, only breaking once jakes hands both move lower. jake forces your dress up over your waist, your bottom half and underwear exposed.

finally jay makes a move towards you two, lightly shoving jake to the right, pushing his lips into yours. his right hand cups your face gently, his lips feathery soft. you try to move closer to deepen the kiss but he doesn't let you budge, his left hand snaking up your neck. his right hand lowers to do the same, both his hands holding your neck in a light but unbudging grip.

you're still trapped against the counter as jake watches your body, the way jay shamelessly pushes himself up against you, groaning softly. he encourages him, his right hand coming up to push the back of his head. he forces jay to tilt his head to the right, finally deepening the kiss the way you wanted it to be.

jake strangely enough pushes his face into your right ear, kissing your outer cheek. he moves to your tragus before going to bite your helix, moving his face to the left. it's almost overwhelming, jays hands moving to grope your boobs this time.

jake seizes this movement to grab the right side of your neck to bring his lips close, kissing up and down your neck. from right behind your earlobe down, his lips leave a trail, jays hands massaging your boobs upwards. his hands move lower, searching your body the same way jake did but with more intent, his hands immediately finding the waistband of your underwear.

jays lips pull away so he can bring his right middle finger to his mouth, scooping saliva from under his tongue. he uses his left hand to move your underwears waistband forward, his middle finger immediately pushing between your lips. you honestly didn't need more lubricant than the one you were producing between your lips but it's helpful regardless, jays finger going back and forth between your labia.

he does it three, four times before finally pushing upwards on your clit, roughly rubbing the soft mound counter clockwise. you gasp at this, jakes right hand pulling your face to the right to attach his lips to yours again.

jays hand is relentless, the small circles firm and consistent. his other fingers cupping you softly. jake almost seems to kiss at the same pace, his lips chasing yours. he lightly licks into your mouth once experimentally, doing anything to feel closer to you. your right hand wraps around to grab the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

your left lightly caresses jays chest and working right hand, a slight smirk on jays face, out of your eyesight. jay is honestly taken aback at how natural jake acts in the trio, completely comfortable being close to him as long as he's connected to you in some physical way.

jays hand finally leaves your clit to hunt deeper, his middle and ring finger rubbing lightly between your lips to collect some arousal. he groans at the feeling of his wet fingers, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth.

the moment his lip lightly bounces free, he wiggles both fingers in, jake helping the positioning by hiking your left leg up and to the side. the extra space makes you feel scarily exposed, cool air fanning your inner thighs as jay curls his fingers in confidently.

you let out a soft moan in response, jake mimicking you in encouragement. he's past hard at this point, his pants uncomfortably tight against his erection. jay is too, trying to sneak glances between jakes body and yours to try and get a glimpse of your underwear.

the moment jay begins to lightly push and curl his fingers inside you, the noise is soft and wet. both boys look down, jake finally peeling his lips off yours to look down at jays hand. jake looks back and around for their oversized couch, listening to make sure no ones come home.

you and jay both follow him, jay turning to his left to eye the same couch jake does. jay pulls his fingers out before pecking your lips once, his left hand reaching for you as you three begin to walk over. you practically bounce in your drunken steps, jay rushing to clean his two fingers off in his mouth out of sight.

once you three reach the couch that faces the kitchen, jake is on you again, his arms wrapping around you as he kisses your neck. he forces you to plop down on the couch, his arms retracting the moment you start to fall backwards.

you're in the middle of the couch, a good amount of space at your head and feet for both jay and jake to be fit in comfortably. once you're settled, his hands reach for your panties, pulling them down your thighs. they twist into themselves as they come off, fully bunched up together before jake throws them to the left.

he shuffles down to bring his left hand up to hold your thigh, his thumb pushing into the flesh before tilting his head. he admires you slightly as jay takes a large swig from the gin bottle, trying to catch up to you two. jake shuffles backwards on his right knee as he finds a good place to settle, his face inching closer to your parted legs.

he finds a way to lie down, his calves uncomfortably leaning onto the armrest of the couch as his elbows hold him up. both his hands hold the skin between your lower thigh and ass, thumbs on either side of your outer labia.

his left hands thumb slightly pulls your right labia majora over a bit before laying a soft kiss on your clitoral hood. you cup your hands over your face in embarrassment, sighing as he lightly wraps his plush lips around the bud, sucking. he closes his eyes as he moves his bottom lip to change the strength, the noise echoing.

jay comes around silently to push jakes head down the same way jake had when he was kissing you, jake smiling slightly as he looks up at you. he kisses your clit again to give him time to stop smiling before sucking again using tongue.

jay wastes no time to unbuckle his belt, the noise causing you to look over to your right. "hold his head down." jay comments playfully, your hands still cupping your nose and mouth. you do though, your left hand coming down to ruffle in jake's hair.

jake groans at your hand in his hair, pushing him to suck harder. your vagina glistens from the saliva he leaves, his head moving as he practically makes out your vagina, sucking up any arousal or saliva that collects before moving back up to your clit. he's messy, his nose lightly nosing your clit each time he moves lower, breathing you in.

jay is almost shocked at the way he passionately eats you out, his right hand down the front of his pants as he glances around jakes face to eye the way your thighs twitch closed each time he sucks in the right spot. he harshly gropes himself at the imagery, your eyes focusing in on the way his wrist disappears and reappears with each downward tug.

jake lightly humps the couch as he eats you out, his eyes only opening momentarily to catch the way you breathe irregularly. you can't help but grind upwards once, jake moaning against you. hes practically leaking in his pants at this point, his light grinding against the couch.

jay catches the way his hips buck. he huffs out a simple laugh at the action before looking back up at your face. the moment he sees you staring at his groin, his right hand slips from under his pants to pull his underwear and pants down in one go.

his erection comically bobs a little once its free, your eyes widening. he's heavy, a good six point seven inches. he notices your reaction, looking down at himself hanging. you hesitate with your right hand to reach for it, but jay puts his left hand out to encourage you.

his erection is dry besides the bit of precum lightly glistening at the head. your right hand lightly holds his erection up to lightly thumb the tip, a groan leaving his lips at the action. a soft moan leaves his lips before you let go, moving to hold yourself up on your right arm instead

jake works tirelessly against your clit, humming. hes near tears at how hard he is, your left hand encouraging him as your fingers run back and forth through his hair, bangs lightly brushing your skin as you do so.

jay gets the hint, stepping closer. you open your mouth for him, looking up at jay. his face is straight and unwavering, but he's eager, his left thumb coming up to lightly cup the upper right side of your face as his free hand angles himself for your mouth.

you take the head into your mouth, your lips lightly cupping your teeth. your tongue lightly swirls up and around his tip, the taste a little salty. he huffs heavily through his nose.

you try to suck him off the best you can considering jakes movements, your head lightly pushing further down his length. with each pull back of your head you suck him off harshly. jay moans loudly each time you messily suck and swallow.

jakes lips wrap around your clit one last time before sucking just right, a choke causing you to pull of jays penis at once. you moan loudly, your left hand fisting his hair as your head falls forward, eyes squeezed tight.

jay watches with his bottom lip bitten, his right hand lightly tucking himself into his pants so he doesn't leave his erection out. jakes nose sits at the top fat of your vagina as he lightly shakes his head side to side between the folds of your lips.

your mouth hangs open at the feeling, jakes right hand pushing his middle and ring finger in. he scissors you open noisily, the position torture for his neck and upper body—your arm barely holding you up at the abuse. his fingers are relentless with each curl upwards, beckoning more arousal out with each drawback.

"f—uck, jake~!"

a loud, guttural moan leaves your lips as it hits you, your eyes pricking with tears. you ride his face shamelessly now as he lets you, the heel of your left foot steading you. his fingers catch any cum he misses with his mouth, humming against you as he chases your clit with each upward thrust of your hips.

jays mouth drops open at the imagery, his eyes glued on the way jakes lips pull away shiny when he's done. jake moves to get more comfortable, sitting on his right calf as his left foot hits the ground. he uses his left hand to collect any wetness on his face before using his lips and teeth to suck them clean, eyes focused on the way your vagina looks.

when jake finally stops moving his fingers, curling them upward to collect as much arousal as he can, moving out of the way. through unspoken command, jay moves to kneel where he once was, jake using his left hand to hurriedly move his pants and underwear out of the way. he skillfully unbuttons and zips his dress pants down with ease, hurriedly pulling himself out of his pants.

with your cum, jake shamelessly jerks off in front of you, eyes focused on the way the creamy consistency lighty spreads around his length. jay notices a jacket—belonging to heeseung—stuck between the back of the couch and the wall.

he immediately searches the coat pockets as your eyes switch between his search and jake jerking himself off while watching you. jakes mouth hangs open as he shamelessly jerks off for you, his left hand holding his shirt up so you can see more of his skin.

jay finds a condom in the left jacket pocket, tearing it open with his teeth and right hand. he lets the wrapper fall beside him without care as he lightly shimmies his pants and underwear down enough to pull his cock free.

jay uses both his hands to roll the new condom on when he finds the right side, not questioning if the sizing would be off. he uses both his hands to stroke the condom down his shaft, the soft sound of the lubricated condom catching your attention.

it’s a perfect fit—funny enough to him—as he shuffles forward without mentioning it to jake as much as he wants to. his pants are still on as he moves forward, just pulling them down enough so he can keep them out of the way.

jays right knee holds him up as he doesn't bother asking if you need a minute, or even want another round. you're fine with it, keeping your legs apart as you finally tear your eyes away from jake to watch as jay uses his right hand to line himself up.

you don't need prep after all jakes hard work, so jay doesn't bother, slowly pushing himself in.

your mouth gapes for the second time as your right elbow struggles to support you, each inch slowly pushing deeper. once jay settles, you feel like you can barely breathe, jakes hand on his erection working fast.

jay begins to thrust at a comfortable pace for you, slow and steady as he bites his bottom lip. "y/n." jake moans lightly, your head bobbing back to look at him through clouded vision.

a high pitched whine leaves jakes lips the moment your eyes set on him, his right hand pumping so fast and tightly it seems painful. you playfully open you mouth for him, your tongue peaking out. he takes the bait as he steps forward, angling his erection between your lips as you suck on his tip.

it feels as if jay splits you open on his dick, each thrust slapping his skin against yours with the force. he's thick, feeling intrusive but so good.

your lips pop off jakes dick to swallow as he cums, one final spurt falling on your lips and chin. jake groans at this before moving to sit by your head, tired. his left hand comes from behind you, his index finger lightly brushing the cum off your face, pushing it between your lips. you swallow willingly around his fingertip, giving a soft kiss to the tip of his finger.

when you realize how close jakes thigh is to your neck, you move to lay your head, his pants still on. jake tucks himself away before lazily using his left hand to grope your left boob through your dress and bra. jakes fingers search for your nipple as jay thrusts against you, the clapping sound loud and wet.

you didn't think it was possible for you to be so wet, but you were past what you thought was possible as jay lightly brings his right hand up through his consistent thrusts.

his thumb pushes down on your clit harshly, but it doesn't move. he just continues to thrust into you like a toy, the force causing your body to lightly jiggle at the force.

jays left hand travels your body, his left hand rubbing your inner thigh up to your stomach. he'd then trail his hand back down to your thigh, admiring your frame.

he massages the fat of your thigh, his teeth digging so heavily into his bottom lip he nearly draws blood. jakes left hand peels off the top of your dress to slide under the low neckline, pinching and pulling lightly at your hardening nipple once his hand pushes under your wired bra.

jay comes pretty quickly himself, following jakes lead. a loud groan leaving his lips as he continues to thrust into you, sheltered by the condom. he buries himself in one last time with a wiggle of his hips, a gasp leaving your lips before he pulls out slowly. jake laughs at the action, his hand sliding to your right breast.

the feeling of him slipping out leaves you feeling empty. you clench around nothing at the emptiness, jay watching small spurts of cum escape your lips. his right middle finger toys around with it a little, smearing it up and down your labia minora.

jay pulls back fully to stand, gripping the condom lightly at the base as he pulls it off slowly. his cum pools in the latex as he brings it up to tie it closed, experienced.

that's when it starts to hit you what this was,

who you were to them.

"i don't know about you guys but i could definitely eat." jake spits lightly, his hand still cupping your right boob. you feel slightly rejected regardless of them not saying anything.

you suddenly start to feel exposed as you moved to sit up, fixing your dress as your legs close. jakes hand is forced out of your dress when you sit up, your left arm coming up to hug over your torso. you try to spot your discarded underwear, both boys watching your demeanor change.

you three were all pretty much sober by this point, and you honestly didn't know if they fucked you because they wanted to or if you just seemed so easy they took what they could.

"y/n?" jake asks, a frown on his face when you look over at him almost pained. "yea?" you answered softly, trying hard to not expose how you suddenly feel. "if you wanna go home that's fine, but i'd really like if you slept over tonight." jake comments, his eyes not leaving yours.

"same." jay pitches in, coming around to stand closer to you as he fixes himself and his pants. "the food is probably cold and possibly burnt," jay starts, condom still in hand. "but i really think we should treat the rest of tonight like a proper date." jay finishes, smiling sweetly at you.

"i have plenty oversized shirts you can sleep in after we go up to shower." jake comments, his left hand reaching for your face. you look at him against your new judgement for a soft kiss, calming your nerves lightly.

"we shower?" you ask playfully with a raised brow, both men laughing lightly before jay turns to walk towards the kitchen for the garbage bin.

"of course. i'm never leaving you alone after tonight." jake confesses lightly with a smile, biting his bottom lip once before leaning in again for another peck.

© SJYFAVE ON TUMBLR

tv screens ᰔᩚ p.wb

warnings. smut, established relationship, dom!fem reader idk it's nothing crazy imo, handjobs, teasing, fluff, it's so cute sometimes. i might've missed something so if i did please let me know!

wc. 3.3k

summary. you love wonbin. you love when he lets you play with his hair, you love when how he watches his silly little sitcoms, and you love how he lets you take control whenever you want.

Your fingers idly play with the locks of Wonbin’s hair as he sits between your legs, watching the TV screen before him. A sitcom you have no interest in is on, and your boyfriend is engrossed in it, refusing to tear his eyes from the actors on screen and chuckling softly when a corny joke lands for him. You don’t mind. In fact, you find it cute when Wonbin fixates on things so simple, such as a show that hasn’t aired live since the early 2000s.

Your gaze stays on the blond strands of hair weaving and slipping through your fingers, smiling fondly at how soft they feel. “I love your hair like this,” You tell him with the same smile on your face. He hums in acknowledgment, looking back at you for a moment to show you the sweet smile he wore on his lips.

“I’m glad, baby.” He leans back into your chest, resting the back of his head against your breasts so he can look up at you as your arms lazily slung over his shoulders and rested on his chest. You can’t stop yourself from rubbing over where his heart was, feeling it beat beneath your palm. You loved holding him like this––Truthfully, you loved spending time with him in any capacity. You loved Wonbin so much. 

Wonbin pouts up at you playfully, resting his hand on your cheek before moving it to squeeze your cheeks together, making your lips pucker.

“I like looking pretty for my pretty baby,” He coos as if he’s talking to an infant, making you whine and cringe, turning your face out of his grasp with another annoyed whine through giggles that mix in with his laughs. His laugh is a song you adore hearing, watching him as he laughs up at you before turning his head back towards the TV screen, his hand resting on your calf. A few remaining chuckles leave his lips as he tries to refocus on the screen, smiling naturally as you begin to play with his hair again.

Your head rests against the couch you sat against, smiling to yourself as you blindly began braiding a section of his hair. You always find yourself doing that. Braiding his hair mindlessly or putting it in tiny ponytails despite his disgruntled face when he would have to take them out before bed. You thought he looked cute, but that wasn’t hard for Wonbin to do.

You trail your hand down the back of his head to his neck, curling around it for a moment to hear his breath catch, but his attention doesn’t turn from the screen. You smirk slightly, looking over his shoulder to watch the screen with no interest. Your interest was on the boy between your legs as your hand snaked down to his chest. You lean in to kiss the side of his head with a hum, beginning to let your hands roam his chest mindlessly, causing his shirt to catch on your manicured nails and ripple beneath your palm. You wanted to pull it off, feel his bare skin against your chest as he panted between your legs, begging for more of your touch––more of you.

You have to admit, you love seeing how pathetic Wonbin could get. You’d tease him and tease him until he was a whining and begging mess, needing you to touch him in some way because he was so desperate for you. He’s always desperate for some kind of release, preening at any touch you give him, silently begging for more with a simple look.

A soft sigh escapes from your lips as you trace a finger down his chest, your fingertips brushing against the thin material of his shirt. His breath hitches slightly at the contact, eyes flicking to meet yours before quickly returning to the screen. An affectionate smile spreads across your face as you witness his failed attempt at remaining focused. Your fingers move lower still, dancing along the hem of his shirt, teasing at the skin beneath. Wonbin takes a sharp breath.

“I know what you're doing,” he murmurs, though he doesn't pull away. His voice is heavy with anticipation and a hint of apprehension, betraying his nonchalant demeanor.

“Do you now?” you say in feigned surprise, pressing another kiss to his temple as your fingers brush past his navel and trace over the waistband of his jeans. You feel him tremble beneath your touch, making you lick your lips with a quiet hum. It never took much to get Wonbin going. That was another thing you loved about him. He’s just so easy.

You allow yourself to get lost in him, drinking in the sight of him like this—defenseless and giving in so easily to your every whim. It's intoxicating. The amount of  power do you hold over him right now It makes you dizzy without even being touched. Biting your bottom lip, you tilt your head to knock against his with a smile.

He squirms between your legs as your fingers dance on the edge of his jeans. He turns his head towards you, dark eyes half-lidded and filled with want.

"Stop teasing," he whispers, his voice low and husky. His breath is warm against your cheek, filling you with a satisfaction that sends a shiver down your spine.

"I like teasing," you respond simply, your hand moving to rest on the inside of his thigh, a finger lightly tracing circles on the fabric of his jeans. You watch as he swallows his whimpers and clenches his jaw, trying to keep it together.

Your gaze stays on his face, taking in the way his eyes flutter closed momentarily when your fingers brush over a particularly sensitive spot. The sight of him twisting and squirming under your touch brings a thrill through you. It's all too easy to turn him into a desperate mess.

His warm body leans further into yours, pressing you harder against the couch cushions. His head tilts back to rest against your chest again, giving you full access to his neck. You waste no time ducking down and attaching your lips to the exposed skin, leaving a trail of messy, wet kisses that make his breathing pick up every time you nip at his skin.

You lift your head with a smack, shaking your hair out of your face as you look down at him. You smile when you look at him again, soaking in how desperate he looks already. You click your tongue at him, lifting one hand to hold his jaw to keep his head turned up at you, and rub your thumb over the sharp bone. “You’re too pretty, you know that?” He has to know that; you think he’d be crazy not to. 

Slowly, you undo the button on his jeans, never breaking eye contact with him. His lips parted slightly as he stared up at you, taking hold of your waist and bundling up your shirt in his fist, anxiously awaiting the touch he was aching for. You hear his zipper open. You slide your hand into his pants with a moan when you feel him in your palm, squeezing his cock through his boxers. He’s not hard yet, but getting Wonbin hard has never been an issue. You swear you could talk him into getting a hard-on in less than five minutes if you really put your mind to it.

A soft sigh leaves Wonbin's lips, and he unconsciously grinds into your palm, which rests on the inside of his now loose pants. A slight smirk grows on your face as he whines softly in response. 

Your gaze travels leisurely down his body, taking in the faint tremors that shudder through him despite the casual demeanor he attempts to maintain. You squeeze him a little more, your smirk growing as Wonbin tilts his head back, baring his throat to the ceiling as if it’s the only way he can get enough air.

A low noise rumbles from him, resonating against your chest where he's leaning back. A soft chuckle escapes your lips at his open expression of pleasure, your fingers wrapping around his cock through the fabric of his boxers. You enjoy the view: Wonbin's flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and parted lips all paint a sinful portrait you want to stare at all night.

His hips twitch in reaction as you continue your slow strokes, your hand moving to slip into his boxers. He lets out a strangled gasp followed by another whimper, fingers tugging at your shirt with growing desperation. His breathing grows louder and faster with each passing moment, making you smirk before biting your bottom lip watching your hand move inside his boxers before looking at his face.

"Are you okay?" you ask casually, feigning concern while knowing full well he's far from it. When he doesn't answer immediately, you slow your movements and look down at him with raised brows.

"Fine," he grunts out finally, the word drawn out into a groan as you resume your teasing, pleased with his answer. Sweat beads on his forehead from the exertion of trying to keep himself together. The fact that his pleading eyes are locked onto yours makes you feel powerful and just a little bit sadistic. You could do this all night if you wanted to. You could keep him on edge for hours, and he knows it. That’s why he’s already giving you that pitiful look despite just starting.

In response, you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your hand momentarily stalling its movements to give him the tiniest bit of reprieve. His heavy breathing fills the room, making your heart flutter in admiration. You brush his sweaty bangs away from his forehead before bending down and leaving another soft kiss.

"You sure?" you whisper against his skin, the sound of your voice vibrating against him. He only groans in response, nodding slightly as he clenches his eyes shut. You chuckle softly at his helpless state before removing your hand from his pants.

His eyes fly open at the sudden loss of contact, a soft whine escaping him that sends a wave of satisfaction through you. His gaze finds yours, dark and filled with need as he watches you, waiting for your next move. But you don't move, simply studying him as he squirms against you, desperate for more.

You lean forward again, gently kissing his lips this time. He responds eagerly, his hands moving to tangle in your hair as he pulls you closer. You let out a soft moan at the sensation, allowing him a momentary control that sends a shiver down your spine. You let him deep the kiss, moaning again at how soft his lips feel pressed against yours, nibbling on his bottom one before pulling away with a soft smack. Wonbin makes a small sound of protest, leaning in again but you lean back out of reach, smirking softly at the game of cat and mouse you two began to play.

“Let me kiss you,” He whines quietly, leaning in again, but you lean further back with a small giggle, watching him press his lips into a line as he looks at you in slight annoyance. He stares at you for another second before grunting, grabbing your jaw and shaking your face. When Wonbin touches you like this, it never feels like he’s in control like you are. You grab him with purpose. He grabs you with whimsy. He’s always been more gentle than you. His gentleness, despite his sharp features and tall stature, is one of the things you adore about him. You swear Wonbin was made just for you.

“You want me to touch you, baby?”

“I want you to kiss me,” Wonbin sighs, pulling you in to crash your lips together in a heated kiss. You moan against his lips, deepening the kiss almost instantly. You felt like your control was slipping, something you couldn’t handle, so you needed to take it back. You move without thought,  grabbing his jaw and jerking him away from you to face the TV screen again. He lets out a pathetic sound but doesn’t resist, hazy eyes focusing back on the screen as his back lays against your chest again.

You keep a tight hand on his jaw to keep him facing away from you, resting your chin on his shoulder to watch your hand pump him faster inside his boxers. Wonbin squirms underneath your touch, making the most pathetic little sounds you’ve ever heard as his nails dig into the exposed skin of your thighs.

“You gonna cum in your underwear, baby?” You mock, squeezing his jaw as you laugh softly at his expense. Wonbin whines, shaking his head before letting it lull back to rest on your shoulder. You feel his lustful gaze on the side of your face as your hand skates down from his jaw to the side of his neck. You know he wants you to look at him, but you don’t give it to him yet. He’s too much of a sight to see not to look at him at least once more, but for now, you refrain, keeping him on edge and desperate.

“Baby,” Wonbin whispers with a dotted whine, begging for your attention as his hips begin to buck up in time with your quick strokes. You relent, humming in acknowledgment but not turning your gaze towards him. He whines again, arching his back slightly to plead with you, but you stand firm, keeping your gaze on how the band of his boxers stretches with every pump of your wrist.

“Pl-” You shove your fingers in his mouth when he tries to plead with you, shushing him soothingly as you do so. Wonbin lets out a strangled groan that turns into a moan, immediately sucking on your fingers that press down on his tongue with a smirk. He’s so easy, so compliant, you can’t get enough of it. 

"Such a good boy," you coo softly, your voice barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. You continue your clumsy strokes, tightening your grip around him and increasing your speed. His hips jerk, the muscles in his abdomen tightening as he fights the urge to thrust up into your hand.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva that drips onto his shirt. He gasps at the loss, lips parting as he tries to follow your fingers with desperate whimpers. But you're relentless, wiping his silva on his cheek with a taunting laugh while your other hand continues its merciless pace. His face contorts at that, shutting his eyes tightly at the gross feeling, but his hips jerk into your hand regardless.

As much as you enjoy teasing him, you can’t deny the growing heat in your own body. Your shirt feels restrictive against your skin, and the ache between your legs demands attention. His body reacts to every touch of yours - every stroke, every pinch, every kiss sends jolts through him that only stoke the fire inside you.

His eyes are still on you when you finally look at him again. They are dark with lust and shimmering with unshed tears - tears of frustration or perhaps pleasure. You don’t care to decipher. All that matters is how good he looks beneath your touch, needy and twisting in your grasp, begging for a release you’ve been dangling in front of him for what felt like hours now.

“That’s it, baby. Just keep looking at me,” you instruct in a soothing whisper, locking gazes with him. His eyes dilate more at the command, making his irises appear darker. The sight sends a shiver running down your spine and straight to the throbbing heat between your legs. He’s so impossibly pretty you can’t fathom how he’s real. If you didn’t have his dick in your hand right now, you’d swear you made Wonbin up.

His orgasm surprises both of you - one moment, he's writhing under your touch. The next, he's seizing up, a strangled gasp escaping him as his body tenses. You watch in fascination as he grits his teeth, trying to muffle his cries as the pleasure wracks his body. His hands claw at your thighs, gripping tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through him, leaving angry red lines in their wake as he scratches down the flesh.

"Good boy," you murmur again, slowing your movements as you ride out his orgasm with him. His hips jerk and twitch erratically, muscles spasming under your touch. Eventually, he falls limp against your chest, breathing heavily while staring blankly at the ceiling above him.

With a trembling hand, you carefully pull your fingers away from his slickened body, settling them on his twitching abdomen. A sigh of relief leaves his lips at the ease of pressure, though it soon turns into a whine when he realizes he is left in a mess.

“Baby,” he starts, voice shaky and small. The sound of it has you cooing, running your fingers along his abs soothingly.

“You’re such a mess,” you tease, leaning closer to press a kiss against the shell of his ear. He hums in response, eyelashes fluttering closed at the sensation. You smile at the sight before looking down again, eyeing the damp patch on his underwear.

Silently, you shift yourself till your knees are bent around Wonbin’s waist. Holding onto the hemline of his boxers with nimble fingers, you slowly tug them down his legs. His breath hitches when you touch him directly - skin against skin - causing goosebumps to erupt across his thighs.

“I’m going to clean you up,” you muse, gently massaging the soft flesh under your touch as if to reassure him before reaching for a discarded towel on the floor.

You wipe him clean with precise, gentle strokes. The towel moves slightly rough against his sensitive flesh, and he lets out a soft whimper at the contact. You chuckle lightly at that but say nothing as you continue your ministrations. Once done, you drop the cloth back onto the floor and smooth your hands over his thighs.

Wonbin says nothing throughout this process but lies under your hands with half-lidded eyes, a post-orgasmic daze clouding his mind. You can't help but admire him in this state - the flush that stains his cheeks, the rise and fall of his chest, the disheveled hair that sticks to his forehead.

You shift slightly, moving back up to lie beside him. He turns his head to look at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. His hand gently cups your cheek, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. "Thank you," he murmurs, voice rough and hoarse from his earlier cries of pleasure.

You smile back at him. You reach up and capture his hand with your own, pressing a gentle kiss onto his knuckles.

"Anything for you," you whisper back.

how about sub jungwon who is inexperienced and sensitive to your touch, the reader is a devious dom. he gets flustered when you ask to give him a bj and he unknowingly agrees, getting shy and hard at the thought of you on your knees for him. and when ur mouth is on him, he can't keep still. moaning and writhing when you suckle his tip, and make him cum too many times to count cuz you're obsessed with the blissful look on his face. wanting to play with him till he can't no more...

OH MY GOD ? ☝️😟 anon... i needed this

sub!jungwon who is so utterly sensitive whenever you touch him :( watching as you get on your knees to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. the way you so effortlessly take his half hard cock out of his underwear and begin to place kisses on his thighs, your hand wrapped around his length and slowly jerking him off. he has only dreamt of you sucking him off but now that he's seeing it and it's happening, he can't help but feel so pathetic at how flushed his face gets. he knows he's breathing rather erratically but he doesn't know any better </3 “you thought about me like this, hm?” you asked him, noting how he could barely maintain any sort of eye contact, causing you to giggle at his awkward stature.

“can't believe no one's had you like this... so pretty.” you hummed before lapping at the tip of his cock, jungwon immediately reacting to your mouth. he let out an exasperated sigh, looking down to watch as you closed your eyes blissfully to take his entire length in your mouth. “love sucking you off, wonie. tastes so good.” the words that left from your lips felt like heaven, and the way you bobbed your head up and down his length always sent shivers down his spine.

sucking or jerking jungwon off is not a once in a while thing, but something you rather love doing to see how sensitive he is. the way his cock twitches at the palm of your hand or how quickly he cums in your mouth, barely being able to notify you before he orgasms. you love having jungwon at your complete mercy, being able to toy with your sensitive boyfriend to test his limits. whether that is with his cock down your throat, suckling at the precum that gathered at the tip of his cock, loving the flustered look he'd give you every single time.

thinking about pathetic sub!jungwon who cums just from you licking and lapping at the tip </3 he'd be so embarrassed but revels in the feeling