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only if you say yes (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. last summer I gave you my heart.. AU, or everything I hate about Heeseung Lee, friends enemies who fuck, love triangleish, pwp, M/F, angsty, dare I say.. fluff, one shot

warnings. profanity, alcohol mentioned, mean Heeseung, explicit smut, mild slut-shaming, jealousy, possessive behavior, y/n is Sunoo’s cousin, side characters. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 18k

now playing. I wish I hated you//Ariana Grande

smut warnings. dry humping/with an audience(a bit dubcon), rough and unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, under negotiated kinks, improper aftercare, choking, slapping, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, manhandling(y/n can be lifted and thrown around), degradation, humiliation, etc

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Summertime and the livin’s easy

The same lyrics repeat over and over again. Jake’s been looping this same god damn song for the last hour.

“I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit!” He’s been singing along the entire time too. Sniffling tears away from his eyes, earning another round of groans from everyone trapped inside of the car with him.

“Enough dude!” Jay shouts, punching the dash to switch to the next song. “I can’t fucking take it anymore. It’s summertime and the livin’s easy! Not fucking summertime and torture my fucking friends.”

“Jake- listen man, I know this break up has been hard on you, but you don’t have to make all of us suffer with you!” Sunghoon adds, reaching around the driver’s seat to massage his shoulders.

“Definitely not the best way to go about that..” Jungwon mumbles, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.

“Screw her dude, we’re gonna find you so much pussy to lose yourself in the next couple of weeks.” Jay cheers, reaching over to pat Jake’s stomach right as the tears he’s been trying to hold in burst free. “Aw man, gross. Don’t do that!”

Evil, I’ve come to tell you that she’s evil, most definitely

Falling in love must be horrible. Heeseung should probably say something, Jake’s his best friend after all.. but they’ve been talking about Ari for the last 30 days now! And they break-up every other month! She said it was for good this time.. but he can’t help to think that’s a lie. Sunghoon’s not exactly wrong, they’ve been excited about this trip for days now. He’s half-way to throwing out a ‘suck it up!’ right before they exit the Pacific coast highway and he lets out a huge sigh. 

“You know I’m right man, enough is enough.” Sunghoon leans in closer to his ear, whispering low enough for only Jungwon and Heeseung to catch.

“He’s still our friend..” Jungwon mutters, pursing his lips into a thin line. 

“I can already smell the coconut tanning lotion melting on fat juicy titties.” Jay shoves his head out of the passenger seat window. Eyes shut, sucking down a long-winded inhale of the ocean breeze infiltrating the car. “Fuck, I love summer!!!” He shouts out happily, smacking the side of the jeep.

Jake breaks into a smile, shaking off the tears that managed to escape. “You guys are right, next time I bring her up—hit me upside my head or something. It’s one our our last summer’s out here, we need to have the best time.”

“That’s my boy!” Sunghoon yells, wrapping a playful chokehold around his throat. 

“We’re here!” Jake shouts out between laughs, slapping at the thick bicep gagging him. 

“Fucking finally.”

Heeseung stretches his limbs out, back cracking as he arches back and lets out the deepest and loudest yawn after sitting cramped up in the backseat of Jake’s jeep for the last five hours. A ride that could have been less cramped if everyone had stuck to only packing one bag for the next two weeks and Sunghoon hadn’t changed his plans last minute to tag along.

“You made it!” Sunoo’s cheerful beaming smile radiates from the front door, throwing it open to run down the driveway in his flip flops that clap loudly against the pavement.

“Course we did Sun, even though Jake made us stop five damn times to piss.” Jay snickers, glaring toward the backseat of his car.

“I drank an entire big gulp!” Jake says to defend himself, waving around the now empty large plastic cup. “Forgot how long this drive is.”

“See, this is what Hannah Montana meant when she said nodding my head like yeah! Moving my hips like yeah! You know I’m gonna be okay!” Jay sings out terribly, adding a sway of his hips with his arms held up toward the sky. “It’s a party in the USA!”

“Ugh.” Jungwon grimaces, dragging his bag past Sunghoon who joins him, bumping their hips into each other.

Heeseung can’t stop the smile from forming on his face, rolling his eyes as he takes in the street. Not much has changed, palm trees full as ever, bright sunlight burning down on the concrete. Santa Barbara really has a charm that Santa Monica can’t compare to.

It is a long drive, especially to be stuck together with his friends all maintaining different levels of energy and patience, but it’s worth it every single time. Because for some reason Sunoo’s parents agreed to loaning out their beach house a couple of weeks out of the year during summer for their son and his friends to fuck around. The reason really being that he’s spoiled rotten and they cut a deal that as long as a few of his family members can tag along, the summer house is all his.

That’s where you enter.

The first summer Heeseung was allowed to venture out to Santa Barbara with his friends was also the first summer he met you. It’s not his favorite memory, in fact, he fucking hates how clearly he remembers every detail from that day.

‘This is my cousin.’ Sunoo had introduced you with his usual charming smile, motioning to his friends that responded with their names one by one.

‘A girl.’ Jake mumbled, nudging Heeseung’s side. 

‘I didn’t think she’d actually want to come after I told her that all of you guys were joining me, but we always hang out during summer since she lives kind of far. You guys don’t mind right?’ 

‘As long as she doesn’t care, I don’t see anything wrong with having her around.’ Jungwon said with his thumbs held up, nodding hard enough for his hair to bounce around.

Yeah. What’s the big deal? Sure, you’re pretty, maybe even one of the prettiest girls Heeseung’s ever seen before. And yeah, you smell great, wafting your scent around each time you flip your hair away from your shoulders. Not to add on that he also noticed how you only seem to look away when you find him staring at you. 

Jake easily started joking around with you, even including you in on some of their legendary inside jokes right away. Jay, he’s always helpful and cool, cutting up fruit for you and checking to see if you need more snacks or something to drink. Even Sunghoon, who’s usually awkward around girls, got close to you after a night of a heated Monopoly game while the power went out. 

Heeseung should have asked if he could join too, desperately racking his brain for how he could break the ice and get to know you better. It shouldn’t be this hard, right? Except it is, because his mouth gets more dry when you’re around. His bottom lip grows raw from biting down on it, his nails get bitten down to raw skin until they even bleed sometimes. He’s a mess in your presence and can’t even figure out why. Surely it has nothing to do with how his chest pinches and pounds faster the second you enter his proximity.

The last time he felt this way was probably junior high when he had a crush— wait no, that wouldn’t make sense. He doesn’t have a crush or anything like that, no way.

Not that his dickhead friends would agree as they laughed and wiggled their eyebrows at him insisting they play spin the bottle.

‘Come on, we’ll make it interesting, the bottle lands on you and you have to choose truth or dare. We’re kind of an uneven number to be playing tonsil hockey right now anyways.’ 

Jay smirked, dragging his tongue across his lips. ‘You got nothing to hide anyway, Hee.’

Great. Fucking pricks. They wouldn’t ask him something about you if he chooses dare. That would be so fucked up, but also- that does not explain why Jake winked at him, and why Sunghoon kept nudging into his side. How the hell can they tell? Has he been too obvious?

‘Oh Hee, it’s your lucky day!’

The tip of the emptied glass bottle unceremoniously comes to a halt directly pointed at his figure. He sighs, head dropping back as he shakes it back and forth to avoid your curious gaze from across the circle you’ve all ended up in.

It’s still as clear as if it happened just yesterday, and he fucking hates it. Hates that he can still remember the look of disgust forever ruining your pretty face. The loud obnoxious ‘eww!’ You shrieked as his friends bursted out laughing around him after he admitted to finding you cute.

It should have been harmless. He should have fucking gone for a dare, anything better than the rush of embarrassment that sped up to his cheeks and rapidly lit them up to a mortifying shade of red.

God, what was he thinking? Why the hell did he even answer Jake’s stupid question honestly!

‘No bullshit alright dude, you into her?’ He smirked, nodding your direction. A look of fear and worry scattered all over your face as he peered back and forth between the two of you.

‘I mean, yeah sure. She’s cute.’

It was innocent, and maybe he had expected—hoped for a better reaction. What would it hurt to imagine you’d reciprocate his feelings? God, it was so dumb, his biggest regret for the last 7 years; even worse than the first time he got drunk and threw up all over himself. Albeit, the photos to remind him of his actions the next day didn’t help, he’s never been able to forget your face. Your disgusted repulsed face that he’s only ever seen once, when he fucking called you cute.

Not to mention the way you avoided him after as if he had leprosy, too grossed out to even accept the dishes he set down in front of you for lunch the next day.

Flat out cruel and mean for no reason, making it very clear to him that you wanted nothing to do with him.

Fine. 

If that’s the way you want to spend your summer vacation together, then he’d make sure to give you a real reason to hate him.

It started with smearing nutella on your swimsuits that were hanging out to dry. Then purposely aiming the ball at your head during the pool game of volleyball you had the next day, not even apologizing as he smiled and shrugged. 

‘Not my fault this bimbo can’t see.’

That must have really hit a nerve, sporting a frown throughout the rest of the game until you gave up and refused to continue playing after he accidentally punted the ball right at your face. 

Any time he had the chance to grill or cook, he always made sure to make your plate of food extra crispy, real charred. 

‘I thought that’s how you liked it, burnt to a crisp.’ He’d smile proudly, scraping a knife down the blackened hotdog he set down for you.

Of course it was childish, he was fucking fifteen years old and you bruised his ego to hell and back as far as he was concerned. Had him pulling at his face in the mirror before bed, tussling his hair, double checking the scent of his body after showering, analyzing his clothes and lack of muscle. 

You didn’t have to act like he was the most repulsive boy to ever walk the earth! And the reality is, it hurt.

It hurt so bad, he had to shake off the moisture forming behind his eyes after heading to his bedroom, unable to turn off the repeated cry of disgust you let out after all he said is that you’re cute. 

Really, as much as he hates to say it- you’re a real bitch.

Heeseung’s mother would be appalled if she could hear his thoughts when it comes to you. He was raised to be polite, only to respect women. But you, something about you seriously pisses him the fuck off.

It’s not because he likes you. Even his friends were convinced after those first two weeks that you two hated each other, because of course you decided to retaliate. Cutting holes into his swim trunks, pouring itching powder all over his bed, filling his sunscreen bottle up with hair removal cream that left painful welts on his skin after rubbing it in like lotion and laying in the sun. 

You. You’re seriously such a bitch, he can’t stand it. Can’t control how his rage rises to a boiling point the second he even catches a glimpse of you. You’re quite possibly the most fucking annoying girl he’s ever met, maybe the only girl that has ever annoyed him this much.

And yet his eyes still scan the room for your presence as he steps inside of the house he’s spent the last 7 summers at. The same room he gave you a kiss in. Right in front of everyone, your cousin, his friends. The night he revisits in his memories time and time again that he can’t move on from. 

It was all Jungwon’s fault.

‘Fine.’ Jungwon smirks mischievously, rubbing his hands together. ‘We’re too old for childish games.’

‘Finally.’ Heeseung adds, still pouring salt on his wounds from the time he got stuck inside of a closet with you for seven minutes.

‘I said childish games, not games in general, and there is one we’ve yet to play.’

‘Here we go.’ Jay grunts, motioning toward his friend and rolling his eyes. He’s been chatting up some of the girls they met at the beach earlier for the last couple of hours. Refilling their cups and flexing his bare arms to entice them. ‘Come on Won, you always want to play these stupid games.’

’Well, are you too chicken?‘ Jungwon’s grin grows larger, raising his eyebrows. 

Are you too chicken? He repeated deviously, eyeing everyone around the room. They all refuted his suspicions, turning the question around on him until he agreed to go first and was dared to break Jay’s cool demeanor

The room erupted with hoots and hollers as he plopped his ass down on the olders lap and Jay stuttered, eyebrows furrowed together, teeth clenched to hold back a curse.

‘Won, get the fuck off of me.’

‘Do you give up?’ 

‘Fuck off.’

Jay choked on his spit, coughing and shoving the younger away once their lips grazed together. Sitting up without falter, Jungwon raised his arms triumphantly. ‘And that is how you play chicken.’

Another stupid game, only now drinks are involved, sipping on tepid beer as he watches Jake and Jay lock lips before both losing at the same time. Dramatically spitting and swiping at their mouths as they kick at each other.

‘YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO KISS ME BACK ASSHOLE!’

Embarrassment covered their faces as the girls surrounding giggled and cooed, letting them know they looked so cute kissing.

‘Fine fine! We start over from whoever hasn’t spun the bottle yet.’ Sunoo interrupts the ruckus, pointing toward Heeseung. ‘Your turn.’

‘Not playing.’

‘And why is that?’ Jungwon asks with an arched up eyebrow. ‘Scared?’

‘We know why..’ Sunghoon mumbles by his side, earning a round of snorts and hushed laughs from his friends.

They know exactly how to get under his skin, how to force his hand to grab onto the stupid bottle. Gripping the body of the emptied glass hard enough to feel the sticky residue left behind from the label that was peeled off. He gulps, refusing to glance around, not wanting to risk the chance of meeting your gaze.

There’s no way he can actually be so unlucky, not twice. The bottle will land on one of his friends, one of the girls they picked up. It won’t land on you, not again. Fate can’t be that cruel.

As he watches the bottle slow down, he swallows hard, eyes falling shut right as it comes to a stop. Confirming that fate must be controlled by a monster. 

‘The two people who hate each other.’ Jake laughs out loud, clasping his hands together. ‘This should be good.’

‘Don’t forget the rules.’ Jungwon coughs out nervously, nodding toward you. ‘If you don’t want to continue, you forfeit.’

‘Don’t kiss me.’ You murmured, trying to be quiet enough for only him to hear. ‘Please.’

Heeseung contemplated ending this fast and doing just that, would you give up before his lips could even get a small taste of yours? Not as if he even wants to know what the lip gloss you’re constantly reapplying tastes like anymore..

‘Go.’ Sunghoon motions to the both of you, flapping his hands. 

If you don’t want him to kiss you, he’ll have to come up with something else. Taking in a deep breath to raise his confidence, he reaches to push loose strands of hair behind your ear; gaining rounds of gasps and amused sounds from your audience. 

Wide eyes full of uncertainty, or maybe even dread, stare back at him anticipating his next move. There’s no point in bothering to ask if you’re okay with this, obviously you aren’t. Given the way your nose wrinkles as he moves closer to you and cups your cheeks. 

Soft, warm, so squishy beneath his palms that have been beat up from falling off his skateboard and landing hands first against pavement for years. You’re as pretty as ever up close, maybe even prettier.

‘Don’t.’ You whisper again, hardly moving your lips. 

‘Don’t what.’ He repeats monotonously, thumbs slowly sliding down your cheeks. His curious gaze follows, eyeing the swimsuit cover up you have on. The damp one-piece hot pink suit underneath.

Heeseung forgets momentarily that this is just a game, that you hate him, that his friends are all snorting and chuckling around you other than Sunoo who has his eyes covered. He forgets that he’s not parting your thighs open to make space for himself against your will, smoothing his hands up your shivering soft inner thighs. 

‘She’ll definitely crack..’ Jake’s sitting the closests to you, speaking to the others from behind his hand. ‘Heeseung’s got this.’ He smirks, but his eyes widen within the next second. His full attention returning to his best friend's hands roaming up your body. To the way your stomach convulses and you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at any of them.

‘No closing your eyes.’ Sunghoon speaks up, waving at Jake to do something.

Heeseung slowly lifts his heavy gaze to his friend, practically threatening him with his blown out irises to dare to touch you. This is his time, and the only one that should ever be lucky enough to lay his hands on you is him. The other seems to understand, silently nodding and shrugging Sunghoon’s command away.

‘You heard them.’ Heeseung cups your chin, jerking your head to look at him. Lowering himself deep between your thighs, he grinds down as he lands. The heavy weight of the warm bulge inside of his shorts stealing a gasp from your throat, shooting your eyes fully open to land on his. ‘That’s it.’

Striking your core with another roll of his hips, he can hear the deep inhales around him. Everyone watching the tiny jolts your body gives, digging your back against the floor with each movement. 

‘This is too much.’ Sunoo says from further back, having moved away from the circle to cover his ears and look in the opposite direction. ‘I can’t watch.’

‘Can’t believe she hasn’t tapped out..’ Jay whispers, biting down on his lips when Heeseung picks up his pace, slinking a hand between your bodies.

‘Heeseung..’ you grit between clenched teeth, unable to move yourself out from under his weight.

‘Loser?’ He taunts, shifting his lower half down more for his bulge to press against your clothed slit. The tips of his perverse fingers seeking their destination as he taps at your bundle of nerves and pulls your spine to bow. ‘Give up.’ He mouths, thrusting his stiff hard-on forward roughly. Successfully manipulating the fabric of your swimsuit to close in and sink between your folds. 

Panic runs all over your face as you shake your head and lower your gaze to where your hips meld into each other. Biting down on the backs of your teeth to quell down the moans beating at the inside of your throat. Heeseung would shove his shorts and boxers off in one go given any other circumstance. Desperate to let his cock breathe the more he builds up his thrusts and slams his hips down. 

‘Fuck this is..’ Jungwon wipes the sweat collecting at his neck.

‘Hot.’ Jake finishes, cheeks flushed pink with big glossy eyes scanning you from your pleasured face to your curved up spine.

Heeseung would agree with them, if only he wasn’t so painfully horny. Clutching onto one of your thighs, he throws it over his hip for better leverage to nestle his cock right between your cunt. The material of his swim trunks all sticky and wet from the pre-cum that won’t stop dripping out of his cock. He grunts, using his free hand to grab onto your neck before his next thrust can jerk you too far up the floor.

Flailing out your arms in a panic, you stare up at him wide eyes, reaching for his wrist. ‘N-no!’

‘Shit.’ He bites down, clasping your throat tighter. ‘Tapping out?’

With your eyes squeezed shut you weakly throw out your free hand at his chest. ‘No m-more!’

‘Fuck.’ Sunghoon groans, rubbing over his face. 

‘H-heeseung wins.’ Jungwon says brokenly, stretching his shirt down to his folded in knees to hide the embarrassingly obvious bulge that's formed in his shorts.

Bending down, he hits you with one more firm thrust, lips pressed to your ear, gently placing a light kiss on your earlobe. ‘You lose.’

Ever since that night, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of you whenever you meet up for summer vacation again. Well, that’s not exactly true, since he can’t actually touch you in front of all of his friends. What would Sunoo think if he saw the way you drop to your knees for him so easily, how you spit on his cock and gobble him down better than any slut in grade A quality porn? 

What would any of them think? And why does he still give a damn. If anything, his friends would be raging with jealousy if they could only hear the way you moan and cry on his cock..

“Jake!” 

There you are- jumping up from the couch only to run right past him and leap into his best friend's open arms; wrapped up in a tight embrace straight out of some cheesy romcom. Even snaking your legs around his hips, straight up looking like a pair of long-distance lovers.

Heeseung would be offended if not for the act you two have successfully kept up the last few summers now. Because why would you greet him first? You hate him. 

He hates you.

At least that’s what everyone around the two of you believes.

“Ah, I’ve missed you so much.” His friend sighs, nose pressed against your hair with his eyes falling shut as he deeply inhales. It’s not unusual to see you this close with any of them, but his fingers still twitch by his hips when you take a step back to cup Jake’s cheeks and squeeze them until he pouts and brings out his signature puppy dog eyes.

“You’ve been crying.”

He nods and accentuates his plump pout, bitten over pink lips jutting forward much too close to yours. “It’s okay Jakey, I’m here now. I’ve got you baby.”

Another hug, another sight that makes Heeseung’s eyes shake as you rub up and down Jake’s spine, cooing and waving behind his back at Jay and Sunghoon who enter next. 

Heeseung won’t so much as get a nod or ‘sup?’ And he knows it. Clenching his teeth as he looks away and rolls his eyes. It’s not a big deal, nothing to overreact about, not like he’s your boyfriend or anything..

“Boooo!! Break up the love fest!” Jay shouts, dropping his bag to hold out a thumbs down and obnoxiously blow his tongue out. “Gross.”

“Heyy, my poor Jakey’s heart is broken!” You scoff, smacking his hand down. “He needs me, unlike you emotionless brutes, I know how to comfort him.”

Oh? You know about Jake’s break-up? The one that just happened 2 days ago? That seems to make Heeseung’s ears itch, watching from the corner of his eye as you motion for his best friend to follow you down the hall. “Come on, let’s get you all settled in. I brought you something.”

That’s weird.

Surely Jake will tell him about it later, you two have always been closer than you are even with Sunoo. It’s probably nothing, friends catching up.. that’s all.

Heeseung will sneak to your room later, after everyone falls asleep and then you can properly reunite. He can’t wait really, would have made his way to your room once everyone settled into their rooms if you weren’t so occupied with Jake..

“Man, she wastes no time.” Sunghoon laughs, interrupting his thoughts. “Dude’s dick probably still smells like Ari, but here she is ready to claim.”

“Jake said they’ve been talking a lot though, must really want him since she never gave up.” Sunoo mentions, reminding everyone of their usual assigned bedrooms.

“Who’s been talking?” Heeseung asks abruptly, shifting to stand awkwardly when everyone’s attention lands on him. “What are you guys on about?”

“This is like the first summer Jake’s ever been single.” Jungwon shrugs, pointing down the hallway. “I do not want to sleep in the rooms next to either one of them.”

“Jake and Ari break up all of the time.” Heeseung says flatly, patience wearing thin. “They’ll get back together before we even head home.”

“Not if she has anything to do with it.” Jay snorts, smiling lazily to one side. “I know you hate her, but we all know she’s been dying to fuck Jake.”

What? 

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “Should have been me.”

“Dude.” 

“Sorry Sun, but it’s true.” Sunghoon’s tongue clicks, glaring down the hallway. “I’ve been flirting with her since we were kids!”

“Haven’t we all?” Jay adds, turning toward Heeseung. “I mean, the rest of us. Not you.” He corrects mostly to calm the anger radiating off of his friend. 

“Can’t believe we’ve been here for longer than 10 minutes without the two of you exploding at each other yet.” Sunoo forces a smile, scratching his neck nervously. “Hope uhh.. we can skip that for the next couple of weeks.”

Heeseung’s lips tighten together, sealing them shut to stop himself from screaming out something outlandish that he won’t be able to explain. There’s no fucking way you’re seriously trying to hook up with Jake? His best fucking friend? You’d never. 

But you would, because you love to piss him off, whether it’s intentional or not.

‘I want to see you. Right now.’ Quickly turning around, he shoots you a text. Squinting when his ears pick up on the sound of buzzing clattering on the kitchen counter. Of course you left your phone behind, great. 

Text Message From ‘the biggest prick I know’ reads across the screen. Real mature. At least now he has an excuse to bother you.

“Uh, I’ll be in my usual room.” He nods toward Sunoo, hauling his bag up the stairs. “Need a shower and a quick nap.”

“Later bro.”

Dropping off his bag in the room across from yours, he tries to unlock your phone. Unable to access more than your lock screen when asked for the passcode, he grunts and walks over to your bedroom for the next couple of weeks. It already smells like you in here, all of your lotions and body sprays set up on one of the dressers, empty luggage on the floor. You must have gotten in early today.. didn’t even bother to text him and let him know.

You probably let Jake know, he thinks, eyes rolling off to one side annoyed. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Heeseung’s head snaps to find you at the door, pulling your phone from his pocket. “Forget something?”

“Oh.. thanks.” 

“That’s all you have to say to me? What happened to hello? How have you been?”

“When have I ever cared about your well-being?”

“Right.”

He hasn’t even had time to get a good look at you yet. Slowly dragging his eyes down your figure to the sandals you have on, your cutely painted toes. Same toes he’s stuffed inside of his mouth while 9 inches deep inside of you. “If I was Jake, you’d care.”

“Jake’s my friend.” You say snarkily, letting the door stay open behind you. “Is that a problem?”

“Seems like a lot more than a friend to me.”

The questioning look in your eye screams something he can’t decipher, maybe something he doesn’t want to begin to figure out. “You shouldn’t use my best friend just to make me jealous.”

“God, you seriously think that my world revolves around you.” Rolling your eyes, you point behind yourself toward the door. “Get the hell out of my room.” 

“Are you gonna make me?” Heeseung’s head feels fuzzy already as his palm slams against your door to close it shut. He can’t deny he missed this, the way you stare at him with disgust written all over your pretty features. Your tight-lipped frown, puffing your chest out to come off more intimidating than you could ever pull off. It makes his blood buzz, ears light up pink filled with fire, intoxicated by the hate that only you are capable of giving him.

“I said get out of my roo—!” A thick palm around your throat cuts off your screaming before you can finish. Stealing your next breath with the heavy weight of his hand encased around your neck.

“Wanna repeat that for me?” He mocks, leaning in closer to hiss near your ear before your eyes roll up to find his. That lost empty headed look he’s become addicted to locks in on him, the same exact way it did in the coat closet downstairs near the entrance only a few years ago. 

7 minutes in heaven never stood a chance between the bickering and insults you lashed out at each other alone between hung up jackets and stuffed away pillows. Somehow you two always ended up in these situations, whether it be your friends looking for a laugh or fate setting sealing you together.

‘Let’s get this over with.’ You rolled your eyes like such a brat. He hated it, hated how easy one little stupid movement could make his skin crawl. No reason you should look that good showing off the whites of your eyes, acting like a little bitch.

‘I’m not fucking kissing you.’

‘You think I want this?! I’m so sick of always getting stuck with you! You’re the worst kisser—‘

He had cut you off back then too, the same exact way. Enraged by the lies you continued to hurl at him with intent to hurt. ‘You never shut the fuck up.’

The moan that slipped out of your lips caught the both of you off guard. Tightening his chokehold on your throat to earn another more desperate whiny sound. ‘You like that?’

You still like that, love it in fact. Pursing your lips together to shoot a wad of spit at his face, you gain a bit of momentum while he curses and shakes off the saliva dripping down his cheek. Using his moment of distraction to claw at his shoulders and slam your hips down onto the leg he trapped you against the door with.

“You fucking bitch.” 

He knows you hate it when he calls you that, evident by the added pressure you dig into his shoulders with. Strong enough to tear tiny holes through the material of his worn down t-shirt. He hisses and shoves your head against the door. “I’ve been great by the way, in case you’re curious. Thanks for the warm welcome.”

“Did you expect the red carpet?”

“It’s not everyday a girl moans out that I’m the best fuck of her life.” He teases meanly, raising an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten already?”

Averting your gaze, you curse under your breath. “That’s not—“

“Not what?” He cuts you off, digging his fingers into your hips to roll your lower half up and down his thigh. “Not true?”

It was a moment of weakness, Heeseung knows. Knew last summer when you whimpered and trembled on his cock inside of the small pool house he followed you into. Lost in the euphoria of your orgasm or not, nothing you cried out had been a lie and you both know it. 

“Fucking hate you.” You whisper, showing lack of resistance as he speeds up how fast you rock up and down his thigh.

“I’m the worst.” He cooes, licking his lip. Pressing in to nudge his nose against yours. “Say it, tell me I’m the worst.”

“Sick is what you are,” you spit out breathily. The taut skin between your eyebrows folding together. “So.. fucking annoying.” You pant, the loose summer dress you threw on riding up to your stomach. Underwear scratching against your clit maliciously. “St-stop.”

“Come on baby, tell me.” He huffs, thigh bouncing against your circling hips. “Who fucks you as good as me?”

No one. No one does.

Shaking your head, you look away, face scrunching up as your orgasm begins to hit. “Bullshit.”

“Making a mess all over my thigh after only a few minutes?” He questions huskily, licking up your sweat damp cheek. “And you expect me to believe anything you’re saying right now?”

“Ugh! Get off of me.” You grunt, pushing your weight against his chest. Beating your rolled up fists down on his lecs . “Asshole.”

“What your problem?”

“You. Always you.” You spit, moving around him to open one of the nightstands drawers. Thighs gripped together to stop yourself from making a mess down your thighs. “Only came in here to grab Jake’s gift.”

“Oh?” Heeseung’s eyebrows raise all the way high, tongue dragging across the upper row of his teeth. “Wasn’t aware of the Birthday party?”

“I don’t need celebratory excuses to buy my friends gifts.” You sneer, intentionally walking into him on your way to the door. “You wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“What’d you get him?” He asks curiously, attempting to grab the bag from your hands. 

“None of your fucking business.” Taking a big leap toward the door, you yank it open. “And get out of my room.”

“Why? I can just wait in here for you.”

“Busy catching up with Jakey, don’t want you stinking up the place.” Blowing him a kiss, you finish with a raised middle finger. “Fuck outta here.”

Heeseung watches you head down the hallway toward the room Jake typically shares with Jungwon, confusion streaked across his face. 

“This doesn’t make any sense..” he whispers, leaning against your door. You seriously just ditched him like that?!? When you’ve practically damn near mounted him and tackled him down for a quickie each time you reunited the past few summers?!

Shaking off his insecure thoughts, he trudges to his bedroom to finish off what you should be on your knees for. It’d be too weird to storm into Jake’s bedroom pitching a full tent to yell at you right now.. no way to explain that..

Whatever you’re up to, he doesn’t like it. Ruining his orgasm in the shower as he lightly bangs his head against the wet tile. Frustrated by all of the scenarios he keeps imagining you and Jake falling into, alone, in his room, on his bed, sucking face with his best friend.

“She wouldn’t.” He nods to himself, convinced that you may be dumb- but you can’t be that dumb.

Scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel, he catches the annoyed look on his face in the wet fogged up bathroom mirror. “She would.”

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“Holy hell.” Jay whistles as you step outside, gaining Heeseung’s attention to follow his line of gaze.

What the fuck.

“Mama Mia.” Sunghoon fist bumps Jay, both nodding proudly. “No more granny one piece suits.”

“Always knew she had a nice ass on her.”

Heeseung’s upper lip curls upwards, glaring at you setting down a towel on one of the pool chairs. Making a real show of it with all the unnecessary bending over and hair flips you do. 

“If it walks like a whore and talks like a whore.” He mutters, scoffing. “Can only be a fucking whore.”

“Ehh, you’re just mad she’ll never let you hit.” Sunghoon jeers, pinching Heeseung’s cheek. “Grow up!”

Slapping his hand away, he refocuses on setting off laser beams from his eyes into your backside. Your extremely exposed backside that he should have left marked up yesterday with his handprints and teeth marks. That would shut his friends up who have no chance with you, because you belong to him.

At least sometimes.

The huge smile that graces your pretty face as Jake approaches you tells him otherwise. Sucking in the insides of his cheeks to bite down on as he watches the two of you embrace and his best friend's hands float much too close to the perk of your ass.

“Luckiest motherfucker in the world I swear.” Jay curses, sucking air between his teeth when Jake takes the chance and gently pats your hip. “I give it one more day before they’re hooking up.”

“You’re probably right.” Sunghoon hums and agrees. “The sooner the better so we can swoop in next.”

“Wanna tag team?”

“Let’s do it.”

“She doesn’t want any of you.” Heeseung shuts them up, frustrated by their banter interrupting his thoughts. Who the fuck does Jake think he is?! Suddenly single and immediately ready to deep dive between the first pair of legs ready to spread for him?! And you! Who the hell do you think you are! Shamelessly flirting with his friend?!

“This guy.” Jay rolls his eyes, straightening up and puffing his chest out as you approach them.

“What’s on the menu today boys?” You ask cheerfully, not sparing Heeseung a look.

“How about a mimosa for the pretty lady?”

“Sounds great!” You say cheerfully, bouncing up and down much too eagerly for Heeseung’s liking.

“What are you wearing?” He hisses as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw attention from Jay and Sunghoon as they scour through the bar for champagne. “What the hell is this?”

“Huh?” You ask dumbly, making the same old disgusted face you always pull when he tries to speak to you. “What’d you say?”

Heeseung watches his friends squat down in search of orange juice, grabbing onto your elbow to draw you closer. “I said, what the hell are you wearing?!”

“Uhm, a bathing suit?” Attempting to shrug him off, you push at his bare chest. “Let go of me!”

“Quiet down..” his lip curls in, tugging you closer. “Where’d you buy this? A fucking Hustler store?”

“I’ll have you know this is Beach Bunny! And I paid a lot for it.”

“Yeah, with daddy’s money.”

“You shouldn’t talk, west LA trash.” 

Ah, there it is. The same shit your spoiled little princess ass always has to say to him. “That’s all you got? Come on, you can do better than that.”

“Let go of me, Heeseung.” You say sternly, with a serious tone. Failing to free yourself from his grip.

“Cover up slut.” He spits, nostrils flaring. “Prancing around showing everything off like that for free? Who fucking raised you?”

“What’s your fucking problem?!” 

“Hey uhh,” Jay clears his throat, taking light steps with Sunghoon in tow. “Drink’s ready.”

The two peer back and forth between you and Heeseung, worry etched across their faces. Repeatedly stealing looks at his handle cradles around your elbow. 

“Thanks.”

Before you can reach the flute of champagne and orange juice, Heeseung’s arm shoots out faster than he can think. Stealing the glass from Jay’s hand to pour down your chest and stomach. A round of shocked gasps coming from his friends and the high-pitched scream you let out snaps him fully alert. Taking a step back with wide eyes as you shake off the sticky liquid and proceed to glare at him with balled up fists.

“What. The. Fuck!”

An apology nearly rolls off of his tongue before Sunghoon rushes to clean off your stomach, shifty-eyed as he takes extra time to dry off your chest. “My new bathing suit!”

Heeseung acted abruptly off anger and worry, mostly worried of what his friends could be wondering about finding the two of you like that. 

“Dude, that was not cool.” Jay snickers at him, snatching the glass back with a look full of disappointment.

“Yeah Heeseung, grow the fuck up man.”

Ugh! Great. Now he’s made a fool of himself all thanks to you once again. Shaking his head, he catches your piercing gaze before squatting down to hide behind the bar. You knew good and well what you were doing stepping outside in some skimpy little two piece, dental floss riding up your ass. It’s not his fault that you get off on making him angry or whatever the hell it is that motivates you to piss him off.

“Don’t worry, you still look sexy as fuck.” He hears Sunghoon mumble. Grinding his teeth together as he continues to pretend to look for something to drink. 

“Yeah, here, take this one to Jake.” Jay adds, handing you two champagne flutes. “Go get your boy.”

“You guysss,” you giggle playfully, shooting them both a wink before heading off.

“That was really low, even for you man.” Jay leans over the bar just as Heeseung stands up, distracting himself by reading the label on the bottle in his hold.

“Get over it.” He mutters, ignoring the judging looks his friends share. 

“He’s too old to be going through a hormonal imbalance.” Sunghoon whispers, nudging Jay’s side to look over in the direction you headed off to. “Kind of funny how Jakey’s the prey instead of the predator.”

“He doesn’t stand a chance.” Jay snorts, taking a sip of his beer. “Wish I was dead meat instead, would gladly lay my body out like a corpse to be picked over.”

“What’s that about?” Heeseung glares toward the corner of the pool you’ve sidled up to with Jake much too close by your side. Floating there, occasionally leaning against the stairs. Smiling and laughing all too much for his liking. The champagne flutes sitting emptied along the edge of the pool along with other bottles his best friends already finished off.

“They’re probably gonna fuck.” Jay shrugs, speaking casually. “We all saw that coming.”

What?!

Heeseung’s mouth pops open, quickly picking up his jaw, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand to properly look at his friend. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“Literally that.” Sunghoon adds, coating the glass in his hand with sugar along the rim before pouring in various shots of alcohol. “Good for her, she’s been trying to get inside of Jake’s pants for years. Wish it was me, but whatever.”

You have?! Since when!

Heeseung quickly stands up straight, fists clenched at his sides. “Sh-she said that? She told you that?”

“Pftt, it’s obvious. She hardly even keeps in contact with any of us all year except Jake.”

WHAT?!

“Yeah, she’s helped him a lot through this break-up with Ari.” Sunghoon shrugs, mixing his drink. “But from what Jakey showed me, they pretty much just flirt all of the time.”

“What?? Jake’s never mentioned her to me!”

“Probably because you hate her dude.” Jay tips his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to get a look at him. Cocking an eyebrow up with intrigue. “Anytime we so much as say her name you get all pissy and blow a gasket.”

“You’re worse than a girl sometimes.” Sunghoon snorts, joining Jay’s side on one of the pool chairs under a canopy.

Okay. Valid. Maybe Jake would avoid mentioning you if that's the case. He works hard to keep this act up around his friends. Not that it is an act, he really does hate you..

But why would you fail to say anything?! You’ve never once told him you’re into Jake! Not that you would.. whore. 

“Dude, you okay? Why are you making that face?” Jay laughs, pointing toward the wrinkles formed between Heeseung’s eyebrows. “Look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“Shut up.” Heeseung waves him and Sunghoon off, stomping toward the house while sneaking a look back at you and Jake. There’s no fucking way you’re seriously trying to hook up with his best friend, right in front of his face! Even through the water he can see your hands groping over his thighs, lips only an inch away from each other. 

Who the hell do you think you are! Probably want him to suffer and watch you flirt with some other guy right in front of him. Not just any other guy but his best god damn friend. The one person he holds above all and trusts with his life. 

Jay and Sunghoon think he’s too old to be acting like this?! If only they even knew what the hell you’re up to.

Stomping inside of the house, he paces around the kitchen rubbing at his face. To think he had plans on taking the next step with you this summer. Of admitting something he’s not even sure he wants to be honest about anymore.

“Did the big baby get overheated out there?”

Your voice shatters his stupor, twisting around to find you leaned over the kitchen island with a pleased shit-eating grin on your face. “What are you doing?” He asks flatly, charging to lean over the other side of the counter and meet you half-way. “Or, what do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re going on about.” You shrug, walking around him to get to the fridge. “Came in here to get Jake some ice, everything’s melted down in the cooler.”

“Bullshit.” Pressing against your back, he flattens you against the cool freezer door before you can get it open. “I’m not into this game you’re playing, so stop it.”

“Like I said,” you push back against him, groaning as he uses extra strength to keep you pressed. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” Curling a digit under the strap of your bottoms, he tugs until the material painfully stretches across your rim. Peering down and licking his lips at the way your hips jut back toward him. “This pretty flimsy poor excuse of a swimsuit wasn’t to impress me, was it?”

“Stop pulling at it!” Grabbing onto his wrist, you try to tug him off. Hissing at the friction caused against your core. “I’m serious Hee! It’s expensive.”

“You know what else is?” Letting go of the strap to crack against your hip, he wraps around your waist and turns you fast. Manhandling you into a bent position over the kitchen counter. “What you owe me for that stupid little act out there.”

“Don’t! Jake’s waiting for me!” You wriggle, grabbing at the counter ledge to escape. Firm heavy hands settle against the end of your spine. Locking your lower half in place with his hips pressed securely against your backside.

“Being way too loud, you’re trying to get caught at this point.” Peering outside of the nearest window, his friends seem oblivious to anything taking place outside of drinking and splashing around. “What if Jake sees you like this? Acting like the filthy whore you are. Does he know that side of you yet?”

“Stop.” You writhe against him, squeezing your eyes shut as his nails trace down your back to the swell of your ass. 

“Answer me.” The warmth of his palms cups under your butt, shoving up until the fleshy skin folds over on your lower back. “Does he know?”

“No..” you mewl, grip on the counter loosening. 

“Why not?” Heeseung tuts, rolling his hips in a circle against your lifted bottom. “Only for me?”

“…mhm..” you admit, full of shame, dropping your cheek to lay flat against the cool marble of the counter. “Only for you.”

“If I leave you marked up right now..” he mutters, sucking in air between his teeth. Pulling off of you an inch to admire how much smaller his hands look trying to knead and squeeze all of your plump backside. “How will you explain what happened to all of your admirers?”

“Please Hee..”

“What are you begging for?” He says mockingly, digging his blunt nails deep enough to hurt but not leave behind more than fading indentations. “For me to fuck you right here?” Bending over on top of you back, he grabs onto your jaw to make sure your eyes find the window. “Want them all to see, don’t you?”

“N-no..”

“Why? Afraid they’ll find out what a slut you really are? After playing this fake innocent act all these years?”

“Hee, come on, this isn’t funny!”

“We both know,” dragging the tip of his nose down your cheek, he bites down on your jawline. Pushing off to pull your bikini bottoms to one side and expose your core. “You love being watched.”

It’s reminiscent of that first time he broke you down in front of all of your friends. Laying here, letting him have his way with you again, excited by the idea of getting caught. “Left me hanging yesterday..”

Squatting down to his knees, he cups your ass, slowly pulling you apart to get an up close look between your thighs. “Don’t tell me you’re this wet because of someone else?”

A pathetic sound comes out muffled with half of your mouth pressed to the counter. Shivering as he purses his lips and blows out warm breaths of air along your middle. 

“I asked you something.” Landing a hard smack down on your ass, he grips your hip to stay in place when they jump back.

“Only you.” You mumble quietly.

“Say that shit again, I want them to hear you.” Another rough hit jolts your backside. Bouncing against the counter, digging into your pelvis from the pressure you slam back down with. 

“Hee..”

The backyard door creaks open, snapping both of your necks straight and jumping up to stand. Fixing your bottoms into place as Heeseung curses and stands awkwardly by your side.

Jungwon’s dark hair bounces through the corridor to the kitchen not a second later, surprised to see you standing together in the kitchen.

“What’s going on here? You two fighting again?” Jungwon rolls his eyes, pausing to take in the disoriented state both of you are in. “That’s weird.”

“What?” Heeseung asks shortly, jaw clenching annoyed by the interruption. 

“Uhm,” blinking down toward the olders crotch, he quickly shakes his head and continues to walk to the bathroom. “Nothing.”

Waiting for Jungwon to disappear from your line of sight, you let out a sigh. Nodding to the huge tent Heeseung’s sporting in his trunks. “Might want to go take care of that before going back out there.”

“Aw man, fuck.” Heeseung lets out a long-winded breath, banging the back of his head against one of the cabinets. “Come to my room later?”

“Can’t.” You say stiffly, pretending to ignore the throb between your legs. “Already told Jakey we could watch a movie together. Anyway, try not to cum inside of your shorts.” Without giving him a chance to respond, you rush back outside to curl up close to his best friend's side under one of the sun umbrellas. 

Heeseung takes a few steps ready to chase after you, cursing out when his lower half brushes against the counter. “Fuck.”

He’d ignore how hard the veins lining his cock thrum, engorged and full of blood from the thought of finally getting some and wait a few more minutes until he goes soft, but you just look too damn good in that stupid bikini. Better than you should, flaunting yourself for anyone other than him. This is the second time he’s had to jerk off thanks to you. How stupid of you to think this shit you’re pulling will pay off in the end, unless you’re looking to get fucked close to to death. Two can play hard ball, and he knows he can play much harder than what you’re able to handle.

“Whatever.”

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“I’m always here for you Jakey.”

A smile finally appears, ducking his face as he chuckles softly and reaches for your hand hanging by your hip. “You’ve been too good to me ever since the break-up. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, I’m your friend. It’s my duty to make sure that smile never leaves your handsome face.”

He pauses for a minute, thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he zones out and nods. “You are my friend. She never really liked that, said I’d call this a boys trip just to come out here to flirt with Sunoo’s cousin..”

A swell of hope crashes through your chest when his eyes lift to yours and he smiles large enough for the top row of his teeth to fully show. One of your favorite things about Jake, his blinding smile that you really would do anything to bring out. “Friends aren’t supposed to flirt, right?”

“I wouldn’t even know how to begin flirting.” You pout, exaggerating your blinks. “How would I flirt? Can you show me?”

A clear tinge of red rises up his neck, dropping his head back to let out a howling laugh, inadvertently squeezing your hand tightly. “The idea of you- of all people, not knowing how to flirt is too funny. Don’t make me laugh

“I don’t see what’s so funny about that.” You smirk, leaning in to sway closer to him for your face to only stand a couple of inches apart. “Can’t you teach me how to flirt? I bet you’re real good at it.”

Jake staggers for a moment, smile fading slowly as he takes in your curious gaze. “You really want me to show you? Not just bullshitting me?”

“Mhmm.” You nod, biting down a grin.

Clearing his throat, he straightens, releasing your hand to rest his arm above your head against the door frame to your bedroom. “Say we just wrapped up a first date..” He hums, painting a scenario out for you without breaking eye-contact. “I walk you home, thank you for gracing me with your presence.” He huffs, lip lifting to one side holding back an amused smirk. “And then I stop to look you up and down, just like this.”

Slowly, long dark eyelashes take their time to fan down over his cheeks, tucking his lower lip in beneath his teeth as he passes over your chest. Licking the plumpness filling his pink juicy bottom lip. “And I lean in close enough to feel your breath quickening, to watch your chest rise faster. Making it obvious that I can’t stop staring at you, can’t get enough of your beauty. Really make even second feel like minutes as I admire how gorgeous and sexy you are.”

His voice deepens, re-enacting everything he says until your backs pressed flat against the door, breathing shallowly, gone silent with evident awe all over your face.

“I don’t have to say much..” he pouts slightly, the standard traditional cute pout he always pulls to get his way. His hands lifting to move a loose strand of hair behind your ear, intentionally slowly grazing the shell of your ear. Pleased by the obvious shiver that passes down your body. “I just..”

Taking one more step forward he meets you at eye level, dragging his fingers down your jawline to your chin to pinch, focusing on your lips naturally parting open for him, so inviting.

“Lick my lips,” and he does, dragging his tongue from one side to the other, gaze more sultry and hooded now. “And whisper right here like this..” only a hair’s breadth away, he whispers less than an inch away from your mouth. “And when do I get to see you again?”

Fuck. 

Ready to scream, you have to bite down on your tongue when he abruptly pulls away and shrugs, standing up straight. “Works every time.”

“Uhm,” sucking down a dry gulp, you nod rapidly, patting for the doorknob behind you. “I’ll definitely have to try that out sometime.”

Jake backs away, stepping backwards and shooting you a wink. “You’ll have to let me know if it works. Now get some rest, we have a long day by the pool tomorrow.” 

You’d swear he hasn’t stopped flirting given the way he spins around and watches you from over his shoulder still stuck in place against your door as if you’ve been hot glued there. May as well be, clenching your thighs in a deathgrip out of fear that the sticky heat pooling your underwear could trickle free. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You whine once he’s disappeared to the other side of the house. Letting out a long exhausted sigh, you quickly make to enter your room, reaching for the light switch as the door shuts behind you, coating everything in darkness. That’s strang—

“You can’t be fucking serious.” 

A roar full of anger charges at you, rasping deep before colliding with your chest, crashing your back against the opposite side of the door you were just fighting to free yourself from.

“Ah, fuck!” You hiss, reaching to rub the back of your head sure to have a walnut sized bump by morning. “Heeseung?? Is that you?!?”

“Who the fuck else would it be Sherlock.” He rasps directly in your face, lodging one of his forearms under your chin until you cough from lack of air.

“Wh-what the hell are you doing?!” You manage to squeak out, slapping his elbow. “Get off of me!”

“What the hell am I doing?!” He growls, nose digging against your forehead. “What the hell are you doing!!”

“Huh??”

“My best friend?!” Heeseung’s screaming, crackling the louder he gets, jerking his arm against your neck to congest your air flow. “Please be fucking serious. I’ve had enough of this shit! You and whatever this is- it ends now.”

“Wh-what?!” You cough, clutching onto his muscular forearm with both hands, struggling to suck in large inhales of oxygen. “I said get off of me, you fucking dick!”

“God you won’t be satisfied until you fuck literally everyone.” Dropping his arm, he gives you no time to recover, manhandling you around to slam you chest first against the door. He scoots up behind you, slotting his covered lower half against yours. The familiar addictive warmth you’ve hungered for since last summer break throbs against your bottom, having to grind your teeth to control an onslaught of whimpers from giving away your arousal. It’s been hard enough to stop yourself from tapping at his door. Having to distract yourself with another cheesy Disney film to watch with Jake until you can’t fight sleep off any longer.

“You’re such a whore, fucking open up your legs for anyone.” Strong hands grip the backs of your thighs, slowly climbing up higher to cup the swell of your ass. “I don’t give a fuck who you fuck. Jay, Hoon, you can even take Won’s virginity for all I fucking care

Pressing in, he flattens to your back, shoving his arm around your neck from behind, cupping your chin to turn your face to the side. “But you will not,” Heeseung breathes heavily against your cheek, licking down to the corner of your mouth. “Fuck him.”

You know by now it’s better to stay silent judging by how riled up he already is after blue-balling him twice now. Rutting against your ass like some starved beast desperate to feed, fuck and kill.

But you both know the real reason you sneak around, fight in front of everyone else, taunt and torment each other. The real reason you glare at him from the corner of your eye and suck on his fingers in private. It’s a game for the two of you, and you’re just about ready to cross the finish line to wrap this up for good. Win or lose, you’re tired of playing.

“Oh yeah? And who’s going to stop me?”

Heeseung’s mouth hangs open against your cheek, hot gaze burning down your face. “Why him. Why him out of everyone?” 

“I like him.” You admit, reaching back to dig your nails into his sides. “And I think he likes me too.”

“Fuck you.” He emphasizes with a hard thrust rocking your hips roughly against the door. “You’re only doing this to piss me off.”

“This is going to shock you but my world does not revolve around you.” You huff, smacking at his sides. “So full of yourself.”

“Maybe I am.” He grunts, bicep curling around your throat tighter, dragging his lips up to your ear. “And you? Wanna be full of me?”

Wet eyes roll up to meet his, slowly tucking your juicy bottom lip in to suck on. “Mhm..”

“Don’t play fucking dumb.” He jerks, squeezing his arm around your throat harder. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“To you? What am I doing to you?” You ask in a cocky tone, jamming your bottom against his groin. “Besides making your dick grow a couple more inches?”

“Best cock you’ve ever taken.” He reminds you. Breaking you down round after round last summer until you were acting brainless, spilling out nonsensical thoughts worshipping him for fucking you so damn well.

Best mouth too, you refuse to add, sleek gaze thinning on him expectantly. “And me? What the fuck am I to you?”

“My whore.” Biting down on your cheek, he tightens the chokehold on your throat even more. Fully stealing your breath and pulling tight until you’re perched onto your tippy toes. “Only mine, got that?”

This is really the foreplay between you, learning early on how much you enjoy being roughed up and dragged around. It’s your thing, what really brings your true self out. And Heeseung’s the only one that’s ever picked up on what you really want in bed. How you dream of being fucked, what makes your cunt slick up. Never even having to ask or confirm if what he’s doing to turn you on is enough.  

All he has to do is remind you of how ashamed you should feel, how dirty you really are for giving it up to him so willingly. A little smack to your face, asphyxiating your lungs and spitting in your mouth, that’s all it took to have you groveling for more on your knees. Begging him to slap you with his long thick cock, literally drooling at the sight of it with your hands pressed together pleading for him to fuck your throat.

Each time you’ve hooked up repeats in his mind non-stop. No one else he fucks with back home matches up to how good you take it, how submissively you melt down at his voice. He can’t stop coming back for more, tingling at the thought of getting his mouth and hands back on your body. That’s why you always end up here together, alone in a safe dark place only built for the two of you.

He’ll never admit how much this means to him, how much you mean to him. How much this turns him on, because part of him believes you have to know by now even if he doesn’t do a proper job of showing it. This, these intimate moments with you, bare naked shedding all your inhibitions away one by one, he wouldn’t trade this in for anything in the world.

“Y-yes,” you croak, snaking your fingers around his forearm to create an inch of space. “Yours.”

Mine. Yours. 

Yours. Mine. 

Forever and always his, because no one else will ever compare. Certainly not Jake, and no fucking bum that tries to earn your attention after him. 

The fuzzy look in your eyes that drives him mad sets off a coil in his stomach. Heat invading his chest as he looks over your swollen bitten lips, hazy gaze hooded by lazed eyelids making you even more seductive and enticing. “Made me wait so long for this, you know that.”

It’s a warning for what’s to come, landing a weighted slap down on your ass before he strips off the shorts you have on. Even through the minimal light entering your room from the window, he sucks in a breath between his teeth and gropes over your hips and thighs, scooping your ass to bounce on his palms. “Think you deserve to get fucked after the way you’ve been acting?”

“Y-yes..” you whisper shamelessly, glancing over your shoulder at him. “I deserve it.”

A hint of playfulness in your voice lifts the corner of his mouth up, fast to shake off his smirk. Dropping down to his knees, he wastes no more time to dig his face between your ass cheeks. Dragging the tip of his nose against your wrinkled rim, he breathes in deep knowing you hate when he does that. Mortified and having to look away when he spreads your ass apart to kiss up and down the crevice of your ass.

Tugging his shirt off, he gets back between your legs. Dragging his pouted lips between your slit, sucking small amounts of your arousal onto his tongue. He groans against your core, vibrating up to where you look over your shoulder at him waiting patiently for what he knows you want.

What you want and won’t get.

Pressing firm kisses to your clit and rim, he bites along the perk of your ass. Gently nipping at the fleshy skin, slapping your hips for your butt to ripple against his face. “Shaved your pussy all cute like that for Jake?”

A muffled sound of surprise gets lost in your palm, covering your mouth to hide your shock. “No..”

“Sure you didn't, baby.” Slowly standing back up he litters kisses up your back. Gathering your hair to one side to suck on your ear until you squirm and push against him. Kissing down your neck and biting at your shoulder blade before pulling off, he crosses your bedroom to sit on the edge of your bed. “Get your pretty ass over here and sit that pretty pussy on my cock.” 

Outstretching his legs, he nods his chin for you to move quick. Walking on trembling legs to quickly obey him and grab onto his shoulders. Steadily held by your waist as you lower onto his thighs and seek the fat tip of his cock, hissing as it snags along your wet pulsating entrance. “Hurry the fuck up.” He growls, slapping your ass hard enough to echo through the room. 

Taking a deep breath, you have to reach down to guide him in. Stomach sucking in as the familiar stretch begins to split you open. It’s been so long, too long since you’ve taken not only Heeseung’s cock, but a cock this fucking thick in girth. Squeezing your eyes shut as a cry pushes out from your lips and the thick head of his size inches in, lighting a fire under your cheeks as creamy wet sounds gush their way up to your ears.

“I don’t have all fucking day.” He snaps, slapping your buttcheeks with both hands even harder than before. Forcing your posture to slump forward, other hand shaking on his shoulder as another inch pushes in. 

“S’too big—“ you whine frustratedly, wrapping both of your arms around his shoulders.

“Never too big for you,” Heeseung exhales deeply. “Sluts like you only know how to get fucked.”

Taking it upon himself, he wraps around your waist, bucking his hips up and pushing you down at the same time to fully take in every inch. Burying himself deep inside of you to the brim, coercing your wet arousal to drip down his length and pour down heavily on his sack. He curses between the strangled scream you wail out, wedging each inch in as deep as possible. Dragging his wide length against your tight hot walls with tight rolls of his hips grinding upward. “Fuck that’s it.”

“S’too much.” Already fucking babbling, drooling onto your chin, rolling your eyes shut above him. Nails drag down his shoulders to his biceps, circling his arms for something to keep you grounded to earth, fearful you’ll float away as pleasure builds up.

Winding his arms around your waist tightly, he sucks on your neck. Licking at the sweat pooling its way down to your collarbone. Grunting against your skin hot and heavy as you start to relax around him after minutes of grinding his cock between your thighs. “Take it.” He whispers along your throat, biting down hard enough to leave marks. Slamming his hips up harshly, colliding your ass down on his upper thighs and filling the room with the sound of your damp wet skin clapping against his.

Lack of response drives him to pummel inside of you even faster. Bracing his hands under your thighs to lift you up and down his size easier, he begins to hoist your limpened weight up and down. The stretch around his cock snapping with each pull out to the tip, dragging deliciously through your clenching heat. Wet pussy slickening up and drenching his cock making each glide inside of you easier than the last, clinging sticky arousal down his balls. The skin between his own thighs sloppy with it, one of his favorite parts about fucking you, always amazed by how wet you get for him. 

“Always so wet for me.” He pants, exerting more energy to mold your cunt to the shape of his cock. Providing noisy loud squelches with each penetrating hit of his length. It’s always so good with you, the best he’s ever had, as if he’d ever dare to admit out loud. Lost so deep in the heat of your eager tight pussy, he has to bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood to not shout out something he could end up regretting later.

“Fuck you baby, so good for me aren’t you.” He opts to say instead, gaining speed as he moves back to your waist and pulls you down onto his cock faster. His length grazing against each nerve that shoots straight through your limbs, the clap of your ass hitting his thighs deafeningly loud throughout the room. 

“Uh-huh,” you croon, panting wildly against his shoulder. “Deep, so deep.”

“Yeah,” Heeseung grinds hot against your most shallow area, the tip of his size kissing your womb. “Greedy pussy wants me even deeper?”

“Y-yes,” it’s impossible to ask for more, drooling down to your chest. Jolting on his cock like a rag doll. The aggressive pace he’s fallen into bouncing your breasts against his chest, creating more heat and sweat all over your bodies. “Please!”

So perfect how much you cry and moan for him, always perfect and good for him. Rasping his own groans out as he possessively grasps your hips and squeezes onto your ass. Hitting you with another succession of slaps before slamming you down onto his complete length. “Fuckfuck!” 

“Pleasepleaseplease!” The combination of your pleasured moans sets something off inside of him. Unleashing his need to feel every part of himself buried inside of you. Reaching to secure your thighs around his waist, he shoves off the bed. Knees bent as he uses all of his strength to stand up and haul your body up in the air with him. The arms around his neck scurrying to wrap around him tighter out of fear of being dropped.

Alarmed frightened eyes shoot open to look at him, head shaking before his arms flex out using each and every muscle to impale you down onto his cock once again. Ripping an orgasm right out of you before you can even fully process that he’s standing up carrying all over your body as if you weigh nothing. Rushing a powerful orgasm out of you that spills down to his shins, splattering on the ground around his feet. “Fuck—yes!”

Letting out a deep guttural howling moan, he chases after release. Unbothered by the despaired cries you continuously let out as he fucks your sensitive pussy wide open. Bicep muscles flex large around your thighs and torso, dripping with a sheen of sweat the more he uses his lower half to push up and bury his length deep inside of you with each barreling thrust. Pliant like a good little doll as you get thrown up and down on him the exact way he likes. Aroused all the more by how your cunt still squeezes around him despite the sad broken little pained ‘ow’s’ you whimper between moans. Clumsily still trying to keep your hold on his shoulders through each sloppy wet stroke. 

“Fuck!” All Heeseung can do is let out strings of curses. The blunt tip of his cock hitting deep enough to prod the skin under your navel out in this position. Deep, hard, so tenderless, evoking rough brutality with each violent pounding collision of his thighs crashing against your ass.

“Seungie,” you squeak, unable to form a coherent sentence or thought anymore. Toes curled up around his lower back as your thighs weakly flex to keep a tight grip around his waist. “H-hurts!”

The complaint only fuels him to fuck you faster, blinking away the sweat rolling into his eyes, his hold on you tightens. Crashing your weight down on his length to take take and take. All your good for, to take his cock like the fucking whore you are. Merciless with each slap of his full balls landing against your ass. “Gonna fuck you full of cum,” he says with a tight-locked jaw. Spinning on his foot to fall onto the bed with you.

Without missing a beat he reaches for the backs of your knees. Changing the position to keep his cock buried all the way inside of you. Pushing your legs toward your chest and slapping the sides of your thighs in silent demand to hold them in place. “Exactly like that, good little slut.” He says gruffly, hips returning to full on hammer inside of you without anything to stop him. Not the way you cry and scream, letting your legs flop out weakly from your hold when he brings down his thumb to rub at your clit meanly. Scorching another orgasm to flood throughout your body.

“Seungie! P-please! Enough!” 

The hot wrap of your pussy around his thick girth is too good to stop. He’d fuck you everyday, keep you sat on his cock even when he’s busy. Trained like his good slut to be ready anytime, anywhere, at any given moment. Drooling down your neck exactly like this, eyes fluttering open and shut as if you can’t believe this is really happening. Chest bouncing up and down so hard, hitting the underside of your chin. The arch in your spine is painful at this point. Struggling to not allow another orgasm to roll through your body as you lay there in defeat and let him have his way with you.

Curling a hand around your throat, he grabs onto one of your floppy legs, throwing your calve onto his shoulder. Drawing out to the tip of his length, he sucks in a wet saliva-coated breath at the site of your beat up pussy. Ripe and dripping for the taking, only for him. He feeds the entirety of his cock back inside your velvety soft wet walls. Dropping your jaw open to let out a silent cry as he full on rails your cunt with abandon. 

“Made to take my cock,” he groans huskily, throat burning from this workout of fucking you. Pushing his stamina to its limits. But he can’t stop, won’t stop his hips from slipping his cock in and out. Clutching onto your thigh to control your writhing hips that jump with every sharp thrust that shapes your insides to take only his cock. “Only mine.” 

Still gaining momentum, he fucks into you with inhumane speed when you shout that you’re gonna cum again. Garbled by the sobs you won’t stop letting out, sounding more like chanted prayers worshipping the way he fucks you. Hips slap down against your thighs vigorously, fat cock making sure to permanently destroy your pussy, playing out the loudest wettest sounds with each penetrating hit.

“Oh God!” You helplessly cry out loud, back bowing upward. Shooting pain from your lower back up your spine as another orgasm rains down on you. This one nearly shoving his size out from the force of your release. Stuttering his movements enough for wetness to squirt out around his cock, splashing all over his groin and thighs. 

“Fuck, so sexy.” He sighs, swiping down to where his cock disappears inside of you. “One more.”

“N-no! No more!” Overwhelmed by pleasure, you can’t even sob anymore. Too short of breath and dizzy, numb between your thighs as he pulls out completely and readjusts your legs to press down the fronts of your thighs to your chest. “H-heeseung..”

“Shhh, one more for me. Only me.” Bracing his hands on the backs of your knees, he shakes off the sweat dripping down his face. Shoving every inch of his length back inside of your swollen used up pussy. Grinding pointed and perfectly right against the spot deep inside of you, the special place only he’s ever been able to repeatedly reach.

In a blur he races to reach his release. Pretzeling your body in half with his knees lifted off the bed, fully mounted on top of you akin to a predator that’s successfully acquired its kill. Circling its prey with hungry ravenous eyes, licking at his canine teeth ready to dig in. He fuck you through each tear, each trickle of drool that slips from the corners of your lips, each pulsing painful grip your cunt gives his cock. Furiously digging his toes into the bed to bury his length to the hilt, his thrust grow sloppy. Grinding into you one last time as his hips stutter and the sudden mind-crushing weight of his orgasm slams into him like a car wreck. 

“Fuck, every drop,” he whines, hitting you with one more weak thrust as hot sticky semen floods your pussy. “All of it for you.”

Gasping through his orgasm, you blink the glassy wet away from your eyes. Sent over the edge again by the visual of his jaw hung open above you, filling you full with cum, warming its way through your twitching stomach. 

The weak orgasm that hits you still tightens your muscles around his length. Both of you hissing when he tries to pull his overly sensitive cock away from it, dropping your legs to rest on his hips. He collapses to your side, biting down on his teeth as he pulls out with a loud pop and cum follows after him, dribbling down to your ass and the bed.

“Heeseung..” you whine, continuing to tremble through the aftershocks of repeated orgasms. “Kiss me.”

His eyes widen upon your request, staring up at the dark ceiling, still trying to catch his breath. “What?”

“Kiss me, I want a kiss.” You whisper with less confidence, scratching at his shoulder. “Please..”

Heeseung’s eyebrows furrow, eyeing you from his peripheral vision. “I should go to my room, clean off before I fall asleep..”

“What?”

Sitting up, he hops off the bed in search of his clothing. “Yeah uh, it’s getting late.” He mumbles out quickly, hopping one leg into his pants. “I’ll end up falling asleep in here if I don’t get up now.”

“Is that..” You sniffle, sitting up with your arms circling around your chest. “..a bad thing?”

“Well yeah.” Setting your dress onto the bed, he tugs back on his shirt. “What if someone sees me leaving your room in the morning?”

“Because that’s all you care about.” You nod, sucking in your lips to hold in a cry.

“We both care about that, pretty sure.”

“You don’t get it.” You snap, getting up to throw on an oversized t-shirt. “You don’t fucking get it.”

“Get what?” Heeseung glances around one more time to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. Oblivious to the tears that continue to roll down your face as you storm past him toward the door.

“Where are you going?!”

“Leave me alone!” You shout, attempting to slam your bedroom door shut before rushing out down the hallway. Using his chest to halt the wood from meeting the frame, he follows after you, eyes wide and full of panic. 

“What the hell is your problem?!” He hisses, fully aware of everyone’s bedrooms that you’re passing by on the way toward the backyard. “Come back here! Let’s go inside!”

“I said leave me alone!” You scream deeply once stepping outside. Running past the pool toward the gate that leads out to the sand and beach. “Go away Heeseung!”

“No! Come on! What the hell are you doing! It’s so late!”

“Then go away! Fuck off! God just fucking leave me alone!! You were going to anyways!”

“Stop!” Finally catching up to you, he latches onto your arm halfway through the sand. Toes burying into the now cooled off grains that scratch and soothe his skin at the same time. “Let’s go back inside, right now!”

“Why! You don’t fucking care.” You spit out, snatching your arm away. “Don’t fucking touch me, please! Leave me alone!”

Heeseung’s jaw hangs loose, staring at you with a look full of confusion and disbelief. “We were having a good time—I don’t get it, what the hell—“

“You were having a good time.” You bark, shoving at his chest. “You.”

“Is this about him? Is this about Jake?”

“You’re un-fucking-believable, you know that?!? Ugh! I’m such an idiot! All of this time I’ve wasted on your ass!”

“What are you yelling about?!”

“Do you even know! Do you even have a damn fucking clue how many times your friends have tried to fuck me! And I still choose you!” Digging through your hair in a furious rage, you bellow out a scream between a sob. The sadness you’ve pushed aside consuming your anger as tears push out in rivlets. “You don’t get it, and I’m the dumb idiot that held hope that you would..”

“Why are you telling me this?! To piss me off even more!” Heeseung’s fist clench, jaw locked tight at the mention of his friends. Who fucking cares if they all want to fuck you. They don’t get to! And that’s the point, you belong to him and only him. 

“Oh God,” the sound of waves crashing against sand behind you only spins your head around faster. Trying to fully snap out of every thought and concern you’d locked up because you just liked him too damn much. “I’m gonna be sick. I can’t believe I—I did this to myself. That I let you do this to me!”

“Do what to you?!” Heeseung wishes you’d spit it out already. Rubbing at his temples with his thumb and ring finger, he thinks about earlier. The way you were flirting up a damn hurricane with Jake. “If you want to be with him, fucking say that! Stop dragging me around—“

“Dragging you around?!” You cut him off, shouting nearly demonically. Grabbing your own throat out of shock at your gravelly tone. “You have the nerve! The fucking gull to corner me every chance you get and tell me I am dragging you around?! Oh my God.”

“Listen, you need to calm down.” Holding up his hands as a sign of peace, he startles and jumps back when you slap them out of your way.

“No!” The corners of your lips drag down more, sucking up the tears that won’t stop. Wet sobs mixing between your struggling breaths. “I’m so so stupid. All of this time, so stupid. Wish I hated you so fucking badly.”

“You do..” he should shut up at this point. But he can’t, much like vomit, speech continues to spew from his mouth despite his mind insisting he shut up. “You do hate me. You hate everything about me.”

“Yeah.” Scrubbing your closed up fists down your cheeks, you glare at him with the most pained expression he’s ever seen on your delicate face. Ripping right through his chest with the lack of hope left in your gaze. “I hate this. Hate how I fall for you so easily.”

Heeseung’s mind seems to finally win, digging his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to grab you. He listens, sealing his mouth shut to finally listen.

“Hate when I feel your eyes on me when you think I don’t notice you. Hate how I have to pretend your jokes aren’t funny. Hate when I do find you watching me, and you look away, even blush. How you smile crooked, how stupid you look coming out of the water with your messy hair sticking up every direction, how your eyes disappear when you smile.” Letting out a long sigh, you cross your arms to hug your chest, shivering from the cool breeze that builds the longer you stand there. “I hate how I smile when I see a new text from you. How nice you smell when you shouldn’t, how your clothes always feels softer than anyone else’s. Hate the way you pout when you talk, how you pretended to yawn during that sappy romance movie we watched last summer when you were actually trying not to cry.” 

Heeseung can feel the warmth gathering behind his eyes, desperate to pull a yawn right now for the same reason. He pulls at the inside lining in his pockets, biting down on his lip.

“But mostly, I hate myself, because I tried so hard.” You blink a fresh cascade of tears, bringing your hands up to hide your face. “I tried so hard to pretend to hate you, to avoid this, to not get hurt.”

His mouth opens to speak, throat locked tight by invisible chains that squeeze around his vocal chords. “I—“

“You don’t care.” Shrugging, you wipe at your face and step around him. 

“Wait! No—“ scrambling to stop you, he wraps around your elbow. Practically losing his balance in the sand to stop you as his feet dig in for a better hold.

“Leave me alone!” You plead, ripping your hands free of his hold. “Please. Please do this one thing for me, for once.”

As much as it aches and pinches between his chest, he drops his hands, fingers twitching by his hips to stop you. 

Dropping your head back, you aggressively wipe at your eyes, turning away from him without another look.

Standing there with his feet surrounded by cooled sand, he watches your figure grow smaller and smaller until you disappear back inside of the house. You don’t want to be around him right now.. he needs to understand that. 

Tomorrow. You can talk about this tomorrow when you’re both feeling more level-headed and have had time to cool down. Sinking down to his knees, he pats over the footprints you left behind. Squeezing his eyes shut as the tears he held in finally find an escape and burn down his cheeks.

This feels wrong, in his heart all of this feels so wrong. But for once he’ll do as you say and leave you alone..

Tomorrow, he’ll fix this.

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Sleep never comes. 

Not even counting sheep or chewing down melatonin gummies made a difference. Heeseung couldn’t stop thinking about the way you cried and screamed, threw him off and ran away.

You just needed to cool off. The two of you always fight, it’s what you do, and then you fuck and everythings fine again. This fight was different, more intense and left him feeling guilty. With bloodshot eyes he stared at the ceiling for hours thinking of all the different ways he could explain himself to you.

He had fully intended to confess his real feelings to you this summer. Even if it led to getting egg smeared all over his face, embarrassment and rejection. Not as if it’d be anything new, you love to humiliate him..

It’s still early, but he can’t take it anymore. The sound of pots clinking and dishes clattering from the kitchen gets him on his feet. If the guys are already awake and being noisy, you’ll follow in no time. He has to talk to you even if you haven’t cooled off by now..

Pacing in front of your door, he chews at his fingernails. Biting them down to the skin until a few feel raw and burn. He’s psyching himself out, building up the fear of what will happen after he knocks on your door.

“What’re you doing?” Jake groans, draping himself against the wall in only his boxers. Eyes puffy and hair sticking up in every direction. “Why are you walking back and forth?”

“I’m uh,” Heeseung runs a hand through his hair. “Gonna make some coffee, wanted to ask if she wants any.” Coming up with a fast excuse, he points toward your bedroom with his thumb.

“Didn’t she leave already?” Jake yawns, rubbing and slapping his face to wake up.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I woke up to pee a few hours ago,” Jake yawns again, shaking the sleep away with wide wet eyes. “She said bye, had her luggage.” He shrugs. “Something about having to head home early.”

“What??” Heeseung freezes, quickly turning to your door to shove it open. Everything’s gone, the beds made, the closet open and emptied. All of your belongings are gone, as if you hadn’t just occupied the room mere hours ago. “Why would she..”

“I don’t know,” tapping his head against the wall, Jake raises an eyebrow at him. “Can I ask you something?”

“What??” Heeseung’s still in a panic, pulling at a chunk of his hair with a distressed appearance. Why the fuck would you leave?! Without even telling him??

“You know like, years ago? That one time we were all playing chicken.” Jake asks quietly, morning voice still thick and raspy from lack of use. “I thought..” he laughs softly, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I thought, but you know, when it was your turn..”

“What about it??”

“Obviously all of us thought it was uh—you know,” he coughs awkwardly, rubbing over his bare chest self consciously. “Hot. I’ve been with Ari all these years, but I guess I’ve sort of had a small crush I’ve been ignoring ever since that night..”

Heeseung stops pacing in front of your door to glare at his friend. A befuddled expression skewing his face. “What are you trying to say right now?”

“You see, you’re my best friend.” Jake clears his groggy throat again, standing up straight and forcing his eyes to blink his eyes open. “Even so, I know to mind my own business but..”

“Spit it out Jake.”

“Do you like her?” He squints, lip trembling as if he’s nervous to even ask. “It’s just..”

“I do.” Heeseung says between gritted teeth, holding in his breath to calm down. “I do, and I messed up everything. I fucking—fucked everything up.”

Jake nods, patting him on the arm. “Maybe you did, but Laguna isn’t that far of a drive from here.” Adding a nod of encouragement, he squeezes Heeseung’s shoulder. 

“But..”

“Don’t bring my car back with an empty tank.” Jake smiles, motioning for his friend to head out. “Keys are on the kitchen counter.”

Heeseung stares at him for a moment, wondering how Jake figured everything out. Mildly guilted by the fact that he’s never shared his feelings for you with him.

“Go.” Jake smiles, nudging him further down the hall. “The bus to Orange County doesn’t take that long.”

“I’ll explain everything later.” Heeseung assures, throwing an arm around Jake before running off toward the kitchen. He hasn’t even had time to shower, eat, drink any caffeine. The anxiety rising in his chest lifts his feet off the ground, quickly waving off his friends that yell at him to slow down as he races past them and snatches up the keys to Jake’s jeep. 

There’s no time to waste, assuming that you’re on your way home, he runs to start the car's engine up. Pure adrenaline sets his foot on the gas before the jeeps even had enough time to warm up, rushing out of the streets to get on the freeway.

He hasn’t thought this through at all. Never even been to your house or visited your city once before. What if you don’t want to see him? This will all be a waste of time. 

But he has time to waste on you, he wants to fix this, needs to talk to you. Needs you to know how he really feels about you. Last night was more overwhelming than he had anticipated. 

He tries and tries so hard to read you, figure out what’s going on in your head. To know if you even see him as more than a quick and easy way to get off.. 

What if you tell him to fuck off? Leave you alone like you screamed at him not even more than 10 hours ago..

It’s all he can think about on this quiet long drive. Fighting off his emotions and guilt-ridden conscience that continues to replay your tearful eyes. Alone with his thoughts again, his heart that screams out your name.

“This has to be it.” 

The big house in the middle of the street with a dusty pink roof, you can’t miss it. That’s how Sunoo described it over the phone when he pulled out of the driveway and realized he had no idea where exactly you live other than knowing you’re somewhere out in Laguna. 

And the mailbox, you can’t miss the mailbox. My aunt’s like a hippie, she built it herself to resemble a birdhouse.

Yup. There’s the cute dusty rose mailbox your mom must have made. He nods, messing with his messy head of bed hair that he had no time to even bother fixing before rushing out of the summer house. The drive took nearly 4 hours without traffic. Maybe your bus beat his time, he should ring the doorbell.. 

God, what if your mom answers?! Or worse, your father?! He really didn’t think this through. He could call you, but what are the chances you’ll even answer him right now. 

“I’m such an idiot.” He sighs, sitting down on the steps in front of your house. 

Maybe this was a mistake, choosing to impulsively run after you. He fucked up badly, and there’s no way to prove that to you now. Jake would treat you way better than he has, he can’t even be upset about it either. He knows his best friend well enough to know he’d worship at your feet probably even worse than he did with Ari. You deserve to be adored and loved.. all he’s ever done is shown you hatred. 

“Heeseung?”

The sound of a car driving off follows, lifting his gaze to find your confused expression looking back at him as your driver pulls off. He did make it here before you..

“What are you doing here.” And you don’t sound happy about it. Speaking with a stiff tone and lack of curiosity, voice laced with anger. Why would you be happy to see him? He couldn’t have really expected that, even if he hoped for it.

“I, uh,” hopping to stand up, he pats off his jeans. Clearing his throat to ward off the tremble that passes through his vocal chords. “You left.”

Looking over Jake’s jeep, you squint, glaring back and forth between the car and back at him. “Did you drive here all the way from Santa Barbara?!”

“Yes.” He says clearly, hands fidgeting by his hips.

“Why.” The stern tone you speak with fails to waver, only emphasized by your stressed features. “Why are you here, why would you do that. And by yourself?! You barely leave the West side! All you ever do is talk crap on the OC. Why would you make this long drive here all by yourself—“

“Because!” He interrupts abruptly, chest tightening up the more you rant at him. “You left!”

“So?!? Why the hell do you care!”

“You—you didn’t give me a chance—“

“Give you a chance??” You repeat in disbelief, eyes blown fully wide. “A chance? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I wanted to let you cool off! So we could start over and talk and I could tell you,” he chokes up, staggering back from foot to foot. Air becomes harder to swallow, shrinking in on himself when you interrupt him again, shouting to the high heavens.

“Talk about what! You said enough last night! Made it pretty fucking clear to me that this is a waste of my damn time! You can’t stand me, think I’m disgusting, clearly just fucking used me!”

“That’s—that’s not true.” He swallows, reaching for his throat. “You, you ran away!”

“And you let me.” With flared nostrils, you shoot daggers straight through his chest. “You think.. you can just show up here, at my fucking house? And what? What do you even still want from me? Came here to get your one last fuck in? Kick me one more time straight through my chest to make sure I never breathe again?”

“I let you say your piece yesterday.” He whispers, unable to meet your gaze. “And you don’t hate me.”

Letting out a short tired laugh, you slump into yourself. Shaking your head in pure disbelief. “Is that it? You won alright. I don’t fucking hate you.”

“Then I did win.” He nods, forcing himself to meet your rage filled gaze. “Because I’ve never hated you.”

“What? You’re going to tell me you’ve liked me all of this time? That you’re just an immature asshole with zero communication skills?” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest angrily.

“I think I liked you before you ever even noticed me..” he admits feebly, lifting the balls of his feet off the ground to stand on his heels. The same anxious habit he’s had for years. “I should have told you, I know. I should have ended this thing we had going on and been honest with you. I have no excuse for my behavior..”

“You really expect me to believe you now? When you could have done something about this last night? When I poured my heart out for you?” As dramatic as you sound, he can’t fault you for it. You have every right to be as angry as you are. He’s only surprised that you haven’t reached out to slap him across the face yet.

“I’m a coward.” Taking a long deep breath, he instinctively clutches at his chest to calm his speed heart rate. “After all this time, I never thought that you’d be the first one to confess. I always thought it’d be me, and I was ready to this summer. I know it’s selfish of me, but with you moving away for university next year, I thought..”

“Thought what?”

“That we could—“ Heeseung can feel the burn behind his eyes, blinking rapidly at the moisture that’s coated his iris. Gnawing at his trembling lower lip to keep as much of a confident facade as he can. He stares ahead, time standing still as he takes in your face. The furrow between your eyebrows softening, the tensions at the corners of your mouth dissipating. Even now he’s afraid of losing you, but hasn’t he already? Does he have a choice besides to let you go now?

“Heeseung.”

“We could try hanging out, beyond summer. That I could take you out finally, and maybe even ask you to be my girlfriend.” His eyes blink shut on that last word, digging a hand into his pocket to wrap around the small velvet bag crushed inside there. “Only if you’d want that..”

Opening his eyes, he can’t stop the few tears that trickle out. Slowly blinking at the wetness clumping his eyelashes together. “Only if you say yes.”

It was never supposed to be this way. Standing here before you lacking the right words to say, failing to his own fear of rejection. “I’ve never hated you.” He nods, patting his upper thigh nervously. “And I’m sorry for pushing you away when I should have been the one on my knees for you.”

Redness paints the whites of your eyes, shaking where you stand with your arms circling around your waist. He’d reach out to replace them if you’d let him.. wrap you in the tightest hug, chest to chest, pulse to pulse. “And I’m sorry that I came here to do this but,” dropping the velvet baggy from between his fingers, he steps closer to you. Dragged by the imaginary weight of the light object that holds all his deepest secrets and fears. “I’m not really sorry that I did.”

“Hee..”

“You deserve to know that I love everything about you.” Wiping at his cheeks, he lets out a pitiful laugh. There’s nothing he can feel ashamed of anymore, and it took this moment to realize that. He had to steal Jake’s jeep, had to drive 20 miles above the limit, had to rush here for this, because this wasn’t how he had planned for this summer to go. You were supposed to have the biggest smile on your face thanks to him, but now here you are, crying again. Tracks of tears staining your cheeks, swelling up your eyes that haven’t had time to fully recover from all of the crying you did last night. He doesn’t deserve to hold pride or carry on a false sense of strength anymore.

“I really fucked up, I think..” tugging the velvet pouch out of his pocket, he holds it out for you. “I think that uh, I wanted to be what I thought you wanted. And I was wrong, I was so wrong. I lost myself a little there when I heard you talking to Jake, I got jealous.”

“Hee,” taking a hold of one of his hands, you only seem to cry harder. Drawing him to stand even closer to you. “I wanted you to be jealous, I wanted you to care about me.”

“Might be useless to say this now, but I care about you a lot.” Heeseung lets out a sigh of relief. Placing the pouch in your hand. “Even if we end things for good, I want you to know that this always meant something to me. That I’ve always liked you and hoped for more.”

“You’re not fucking with me?” You ask, pouting sadly and testing the weight of the pouch in your hand. “What is this?”

“Open it.”

“I’m scared.” You sniffle, hands shaking as you reach for the pouches opening.

“I know you’re going to university up North after summer..” Heeseung sighs, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. “I had plans to change things between us this summer.”

“Hee? What is this?” You pout, a new round of tears trail down to gather in drops at your chin. “Why would you..”

“Because, I really like you.” Clearing his throat, he sets the two silver rings you’ve taken out onto your palm. Swiping the tip of his finger across the engraved writing on the inside. “I don’t know, you might forget about me after this summer. It’s fine.” He shrugs to seem calm. Not actually fine with the idea of you erasing the memory of him. “But I wanted to give you something to remember me.”

“You got this for me?” 

“They say the same thing..” he nods, tight-lipped. “This one,” picking up the smaller of the two rings, he lifts the piece of shining jewelry closer to your eyes. “Says.. mine.”

“And yours.” 

Heeseung frowns, itching to clean the tears off of your chin before they fall and land on your chest. Aching to find the right words that could ease your pain. 

“And the one I’d keep..”

“Yours.”

“And mine, so that you can remember.. I’m yours and you are mine.”

“Are you mine?”

“I want to be.” His throat bobs up and down, gulping to soothe the dryness scratching through his throat. “I want to be yours.”

“So you’ve always liked me?” Fighting off a smile, you bite down on your lip. Sweeping away the mess of tears continuing to run down your face. “When you say always..”

“Ever since the first summer at the beach house when I called you cute.” 

“Even after I was grossed out?”

“Even after you were grossed out.” Laughing it off, he picks up your hand with a raised eyebrow. “Can I?”

Meeting his questioning eyes, you nod, watching the ring slide onto your finger. “Heeseung, I hate you, you know that right?”

“You know that I love that, right?” He asks in return, taking the chance to cup your cheeks and clean off the residue of tears. “It’s our thing.”

“It is our thing..”

“So, what do you think?” Biting at the insides of his cheeks, his palms smooth down to the sides of your neck. Eyebrows raised with wrinkles set between, hopeful that the smile forming on your face is a good sign.

“I think.. you drove all of this way to get here.. and my parents aren’t home.” Shyly smiling, you bury into his hold. Cheeks flamed with heat, eyes lowered to stare at the ring hugging your finger. 

“They aren’t?” His eyes go wide full of excitement, softly caressing the skin lining your throat.

“Do you want to come inside?” 

“Am I about to see your room for the first time?” 

“If you want to, do you?”

“Of course!” Heeseung smiles wide, clearing his throat and quickly reeling it in to appear cool. “I mean.. yes.”

“Of course you do,” you tease, nodding for him to follow you inside. “You likeeeeee me.”

Heeseung waits for you to unlock the front door, bouncing back and forth on the heels of his feet. Normally this deep into a conversation with you, his throat would be hoarse from screaming by now. Instead he feels clammy, short of breath; nervously chewing on his lips when you turn to look at him and lean against the door frame. 

Relief rushes through him when you pucker your lips together and motion for him to come inside. Somehow this feels like a new start, what he should have made happen sooner than this. Stepping forward, he grabs onto your waist, palms damp as his nerves continue to short circuit.

“I do, I really like you.”

“You know.. I like you a lot.” You reassure, wrapping around his shoulders. “I waited for you even after all of my friends told me to give up and move on.”

“You told your friends about me?” 

“Don’t act so surprised.” You snicker, tugging at a tuft of hair above his nape. “You’re kind of a big deal to me, but just so you know.. they all actually do hate you.”

Heeseung blinks slowly, slightly offended and flattered. Admiring how much softer your eyes feel on him, lighting up at the inner turmoil appearing on his face. 

“You’ve got a lot of ass kissing to do.”

“Good thing I’m a pro at that already.” He winks, sinking into the way your fingers dance along the back of his neck. This really is different, even the way his heart races and his body reacts to you. But one thing that certainly hasn’t changed is his desires and incessant craving to be all over you.

“Kiss me.”

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go big or go home (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. college AU, nerdy Heeseung, crack, one shot, pwop, total filth

warnings. profanity, y/n is a meanie, wrestling.., strength/muscle kink, body descriptions, fictional fiction. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 6.3k+

now playing. go big or go home//enhypen

a/n. this is a rework of my nct fic Beatbox that I’ve been asked to make an enha version of a few times. enjoy!

smut warnings. switching, oral, grappling(headlocks, chokeholds, thigh crushing, full nelson, pinning, etc), degradation, competitive rough sex, breeding, spit, use of ‘bambi’, submission

———————-

‘If you fail your political history course, I have to sit you out for the upcoming season.’

“Who even studies this shit.” The sheet filled with requirements to continue competing with your varsity wrestling team wrinkles between your fingers.

Three of your courses blared at you, circled with vibrant red sharpie to add more threat behind your coaches words.

‘If you don’t pick up your fucking slack asap, say goodbye to competing in the championship finals.’

No amount of kicking at your locker and swinging your backpack around on your way to class assisted in relieving any of your frustration.

If only you had a dick, fat chance any guy on the boys wrestling team had to worry about their grades. Everyone knew the dean favored his beloved male athletes, bragged and boasted about across states through various top leading universities.

“A tutor.” You murmur, rolling your eyes. Reprimanded and put on time-out until you have at the least found a tutor. Either miss out on one of the biggest tournaments in the upcoming weeks, or get your ass a tutor to help you pass your mid-terms.

Someone smart, obviously, a full fledged nerd with their nose buried in a book.

Hmm, no, not Jake… he hadn’t even made top of your class last year.

Definitely not that pervert Jongseong that got caught behind the bleachers jerking off..

Glancing around, you begin to weigh your options.

Sunghoon, he’s a brain, but he still had tape holding his glasses together after you snapped them in half two months ago. His fault for getting in your way and making you late to practice.

A peachy pink blonde head of hair and a pile of books masking your potential essential nerd grabs your eye.

The communist manifesto hovers before his face, allowing you enough of a view of thin rimmed silver lenses and eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration. Sneakily you move over to the closest seat near him, silently rejoicing when you spot a pocket protector sitting on his chest.

Perfect.

“Hey hey, you a new transfer?”

The boy next to you appears horrified, offended with his jaw hung loose. Large doe eyes more pronounced behind bifocal frames. He splutters, licking at his pouted bow-shaped lips. “I’ve been in this class all year! You transferred into my grade, 10 years ago!”

“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”

“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”

“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”

The boy before you grows more indignant, fumbling to set a bookmark in place and fully turn to face you.

“Why would I help you?!” He scoffs, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “You pulled down my pants at our 8th grade dance! In front of the entire school!”

“That was you?!”

“And then you poured punch on me! And told everyone I pissed myself!” He stammers, tapping one of his loafers with each shake of his leg.

“There’s no way that was you!” You giggle, waving him off. “That was this dork Hee—“

“Heeseung!” He hisses, ripping off his glasses to fix you with a steely look. “Me!”

“Oh my god?? Heedeungie??” You snort, reaching out to glide a finger down his jaw and pinch his full cheek. “What happened to that cute lisp you had?.”

Heeseung rustles, smacking your hand away with his lips angrily pursed together. Appearing more and more perturbed by everything you say. “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a sarcastic filled coo you lean in closer, pinching at his chin between 2 fingers to look at you. “Aw, did I upset you Bambi boy?”

His eyelids push so far back that you’re surprised when his eyes stay put, expecting for them to fall out and bounce on his notebook. “What did you just call me?” He says incredulously, grasping onto your wrist tightly. “Don’t call me that!”

“Damn, this nerd has some strength,” you cringe, shaking him off. Weakly punching at his arm only to feel overtaken with disbelief again, digging a finger in as you pout and wonder why he feels so firm. Too firm for a nerd..

“I said stop touching me!” He glowers, forcefully ripping your arm away. “Go away! I do not want to help you in any way!”

“Aw come onnnn, pleaseeee little Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He hisses, inching closer to speak sternly. “Why do you keep calling me that?!”

Smoothing a few digits through his hair, you trace down to his war. Tugging on it and tilting your head with a smirk. “You even act like a cute little deer, the perfect prey for a good hunt. Can’t even hide those big pretty innocent eyes full of fear.” 

“Listen,” he snaps before your face, nearly chopping your nose in the process. “I am not going to tutor you! and stop calling me a weak little deer!”

Hope seems lost until you notice a crimson flush spiking up from his nape. Heeseung’s gaze bounces, clearing his throat as he reaches for his book. Faint shades of pink burn at his cheeks, reaching up to the corners of his nose.

“Aww, you like it!” You laugh, scooting closer for your leg to drape over his. “Hear me out Bambi baby- if you help me out, I’ll help you out.”

“I don’t need nor want your help.” He mutters, refusing to meet your stare any longer. Aware of the blush taking over his face destroying the facade he continues on with.

“That’s not true, and you know how I know that?”

Sighing, his chin dips in, frustrated by his curious subconscious. “How.”

“Because I’m the predator, and you are the prey.” You say snarkily, shifting your leg to slot between his. Digging an elbow into his side and breaking into a round of giggles at the sight of his lips parting open letting out a quiet breathy moan. 

“Listen, Bambi boy, my coach is up my ass about finding a tutor. Just swing by at the end of practice so I can tell him someone with a 4.0 gpa has agreed to help me.” You plead, squeezing at his arm again with confusion. “Why do you feel like that?”

Heeseung throws a hissy fit, shimmying out of your grip once again while snarling in a much too cute way for you to take seriously. “No! Now go away you damn cretin!”

“Hear me out!” You grunt, rolling your eyes. “I know the captain of the football team gives you a swirly every Monday morning.”

Heeseung’s jaw drops yet again, beginning to hate himself for not just getting up and moving away. Too afraid that one slight movement could have his raging hard-on rubbing against your calve between his thighs. Starting to find one of your bullies attractive had to make him sick in the head somehow. “Why do you know that?! You just asked me if I transferred!”

“Uh.. selective memory.” You shrug, playing it off with a wide smile. “Anyway, what if I can get him to stop?”

His ears perk up at that, flitting a shifty gaze your way. “You can’t.”

“Oh, trust me, I can. He’s wanted me to suck his dick since the first day of Uni.” You nod mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows.

Heeseung slumps deeper into his seat, contemplating how late those damn swirlies make him for class, having to rush to lecture after rinsing and restyling his hair. “You know, toilet water is terrible for a fried bleached scalp.”

“My hair is not fried!” He barks, nose scrunching up adorably in irritation.

“You’re right, it looks great..” you note, testing a silky tuft of locks between two fingers with a rough pull. “Kind of weird for a nerd to care this much about his looks though..”

Heeseung jerks away, glaring at you for mocking him. “Applying for internships has been hard..”

“Ahh, well the pink or whatever, looks great on you at least!” Giving him a thumbs up, you invade his space once again. “So, how about it? No more toilet diving if you tutor me??”

He sighs again, expression full of thought as he pouts and aggressively taps at the end of his pen.

“Fine.” His shoulders drop, feeling tense and uncomfortable by the proximity you’ve kept up for much for too long at his side now. Not missing the way your fingers kneaded at his bicep earlier or the intrigued ‘hmm’ tickling at the back of your throat.

“Great! Come by the gym at 4!”

———————-

Heeseung trudges toward the gym hall, retelling the memories of his first year when Jay had convinced him to join him and peep on the girls wrestling team practice from behind the bleachers.

His throat dries, regretting every life decision he’s ever made as he steps inside and spots you choking another girl down onto the ground under your armpit. Deeply swallowing, he settles at the corner of the bleachers uncomfortably. Unable to even pretend that he’s not fascinated by the way you grunt and scream like a wild animal with a mouthguard in as you throttle your opponent down.

Heeseung hates the way he has to tug at his collar, clearing his throat while blinking away to calm his excitement. This was all Jay’s fault, always going on about how hot wrestling porn is, especially when the girl in the video starts off strong only to lose and get annihilated by a huge cock.

‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’ His friend said while peering through small open spaces from behind a set of bleachers. ‘Look at that one.’

Jay nudges his chin in your direction, grappling down your opponent with a shout and slamming your fists on your chests like a beast. ‘Bet she would be so fun to fucking ruin.’

Heeseung hates that his friend was right. Even now as he watches you jump up from the ground showing off your flexibility with a cocky grin; he can’t help but think about it. How exhilarating and hot it would be to experience you trying to take him down. Fight him with that same smile stretching your mouth in a crass way, disgusting how full of yourself you are. The way you walk around thinking you’re hot shit and no one can touch you.

Too deep in his head and fantasies, Heeseung manages to miss you walking right up to him. Shaking out of his thoughts as you let out a boisterous obnoxious laugh and point at his lap.

“Are you seriously fucking hard from watching me practice!?” You shout out much too loud, humiliating him as your teammates all glance over and begin to laugh.

“Ugh. Fucking nerds are all the same.” Your friend taunts passing by on her way to the locker room. “Just like that other loser Jongseong that thinks we can’t hear him busting a nut behind the bleachers.”

Punching at his shoulder, you laugh more, clutching your stomach and wiping at tears before they can run down your cheeks. “That’s so cute Bambi boy, you wanna wrestle me or something?”

Heeseung’s mouth opens. Opening and slams shut repeatedly at a loss for words as he drags a heated gaze over your sweat soaked uniform. Spending too much time admiring the fold that’s formed between your thighs, wedged up nicely between your…

“Dude, what the fuck? Quit staring at my vag like that.” You punch him again, whistling for your coach to come over and meet your ‘tutor’.

Heeseung jumps up, standing by your side with false confidence. “Maybe I do!”

“What was that now, Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He huffs, balling up his fist. “I could wrestle you, and I bet that I can even beat you.”

“Excuse me?!” You snort, fixing him with amused wide eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

“I am.” He says, nodding and pursing his lips to appear tough. “If you pass your mid-term, then you owe me a match.”

Nerves rise fast as your coach approaches, spluttering, too stunned to think over what he’s said. “You have a thing for girls beating your ass?”

Heeseung’s nose twitches, eyes thinning as he shoves against your side. “We have a deal or what?”

“Fine!” You panic, rushed to answer while waving at your coach. “I got a tutor!”

Between fake smiles and quickly falsifying study sessions, you end up actually taking on tutoring lessons. Successfully scoring Heeseung a match with one of the best wrestlers on the team.

———————-

“Why do you have a wrestling mat in your basement?” Heeseung asks one day, following you through your house to the second room you have taken over for practice purposes.

“The better to wrestle you with.” You wink, nudging his side. “I’m studying hard just to whoop your cute Bambi ass.”

“What happens if I lose?” Heeseung questions, cracking his toes against the wrestling mat laid out in your basement.

“What do you mean ‘what if?’, you still think you have even the slightest chance to beat me?” You sneer. Too cocky for your own good as you squat with your legs stretched to loosen your hips. Predicting you will need the extra help if things go as you’ve planned.

Heeseung’s gaze shifts, bouncing around the room he’s helped you study in over the past couple of weeks. Toying with the zipper cool against his throat as he realizes how ridiculous this situation is.

“Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He reiterates, briskly eyeing the loose sweats hiding what he assumes is your spandex wrestling uniform.

“It’s okay to lose, Bambi boy.“ You wink, standing up to discard the zip-up hoodie covering up a skin-tight fitted one piece. Snug in all the right places that make his throat visibly bob the second he spots your smooth skin. Lathered in lotion you noticed he seemed to enjoy the scent of the last time you wore it during a study session.

“I’ll go easy on you.” With a coy smile you shove down your bottoms just enough to give him peeks of your naked hips. The majority of the lycra fabric has bunched up, riding up your ass in a lewd way that causes Heeseung to clear his throat, averting his focus to the ground.

“I truly have no idea how you passed your mid-term.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, stretching back his shoulders as he reaches to unzip his sweater.

The prideful grin bunching your cheeks slowly falls apart, drooping comically the more he unveils planes of flesh; sculpted and carved to perfection from long hours spent lifting weights.

Heeseung lets his jacket slip down his arms, standing proud with a blank face as your jaw hangs. It takes more restraint than he imagined to control the twitch pinching at his mouth, avoiding the intense stare tracing from his lengthy throat, pronounced Adam’s apple, broad shoulders and thick chest trapped between bulging biceps.

“What the fuck.” You announce, breathlessly. “What the fuck dude?!”

Heeseung shrugs, breaking into a smile that scrunches his nose, pushing his glasses up higher between his eyebrows. “You’ll go easy on me, right?”

Heeseung’s buff. A fucking buff nerd that’s never once mentioned that he took up absorbing protein shakes like water and bulking up at the gym after long days filled with studying and schoolwork.

“Hey.” He pushes your chin to shut your mouth before your tongue can loll out like a thirsty dog. “Try not to look so shocked, it’s kind of rude.”

“Why—” you gulp, finally snapping out of it enough to toe off your sweats and kick them aside. “Why the fuck are you this yolked?!”

Heeseung shrugs, unzipping his bottoms to further make you shrivel, lowering his jeans to show off the tiniest pair of spandex shorts. They dig into his upper thigh, cutting at the flexed muscle framing the thick shape between.

“Oh come on!”

He chuckles, bending over to strip the rest of his clothing off. Balling up his outfit to throw aside, he stands straight in all his glory. Cut and ripped leading up to a soft face, sharp jawline and doe eyes, pouting much too cutely for that build.

“You’re fucking with me.” You utter, cleaning off imaginary drool from your chin.

“Not yet..” Heeseung cocks a brow, cracking his neck side to side. “I got tired of not fighting back, so I started working out.”

He shrugs, done explaining more when he recalls that you are one of the many who tormented him over the years. Making fun of him without care, invisible to you unless it was to pick on him.

“That makes sense.” You murmur to yourself, kicking out your legs before settling in a lowered stance. Fully prepared to take down your larger opponent. “Guess I won’t be taking it very easy on you after all.”

“Won’t you spare me?” He smirks, bending at his knees with his arms lifted to grab you and tackle you down.

Heeseung gulps to contain his nerves, thankful for the shadow falling on his glasses beneath the dim lighting fanned throughout the room. His throats already began to dry, flitting over your breasts obscenely squeezed out, shoved together creating perfect perky fat mounds ready to be choked between his fingers.

Time to size up your competitor goes to complete shit. Heeseung’s grown beyond comprehension, larger than you ever recall seeing him. Corded muscles strain up his thighs to narrow hips and a tight little waist dipping in such an absurd way. His frame widens ridiculously at his chest, more ridiculous than the situation you’ve put yourself in as a mere joke.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Licking at your lips, you begin to circle him, following suit as he mimics your motions.

Inhaling a deep breath, you meet his gaze, lowering your chin for intimidation. “Hey, Heeseung.”

“Huh?”

You almost feel sorry attacking his weak spot by throwing him off. It’s playing dirty, but you know there’s no better way to get him plastered on his back. Tackled down onto the mat with your face buried in his chest, Heeseung lets out a gust of air. Caught off guard as you ram him down in one fell swoop.

He grunts, the back of his head bouncing off the mat; realizing he should have suffered itchy burning eyeballs and opted for contact lenses today.

“Amateur,” you groan, tethering his forearms together. Each muscle lining your back screams. Flexing as you attempt to take control by slotting your hips against his. “Shouldn’t be s-so cocky—“

Heeseung growls, huffing out another breath to blow his bangs off of his forehead. Jerking his hips up to jostle your weight to the side brings on instant regret, muffling a curse by locking his lips. His cock fattens, searing heat pulses from the tip of his length to his navel.

“F-fuck,” you grit, pressing harder onto his crossed arms until his chest caves. “Playing dirty won’t help you win.”

Heeseung’s breath lodges, clenching the backs of his teeth as he bends his knees. His heels dig into the mat, hoisting up with more force until you topple over and lose your balance, fast as he escapes your grip and grabs onto your shoulders and plants your back flat.

“Playing dirty?” He asks, seductively licking at his front teeth.

Heeseung circles your thighs, pushing them open to space an area for himself between your legs. He hovers near your lips, glasses slipping lower, just above the tip of his nose. “Like you distracting me with your entire ass out? What the fuck are you even wearing, huh?”

“Get off of me!” You say with clamped teeth, only bringing amusement to his face as his biceps bracket your head. “This is a normal uniform!”

“Yeah,” he laughs, using the end of your nose to set his glasses back into place. His hips roll, a focused control freezing your lower half down as his knees burn against the mat, turning sticky with moisture secreting. “A normal uniform for some slut doing wrestling porn. That’s what this is for you, isn’t it?”

He finishes the question with a pointed grind, cock nestled against your clothed core further burying the material of your suit between your folds. “Between the two of us, you know who lacks brains here.”

Heeseung’s gaze darkens, lowering closer until his bottom lip runs between the seam of your mouth. Fitting together deliciously, wet from sweat gathering on both of your upper lips and saliva clinging to the tips of your tongues.

He can feel it, hot and humid against his groin. Your pussy spreading over his shorts, clit incessantly rubbing on your suit with each little shift.

“Ugh, f-fucking nerd.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle by jostling your lower half as much as you can. Barely fazing him as he licks down your chin, forming a trail of drool down to the middle of your neck hollowing in for him to lap at. The sweat pooled there tastes savory at first, hit by a bitter aftertaste from the alcohol in your scented lotion. Fitting for you, sour and sweet as you’ve acted with him.

“Call me a nerd again.” He pushes up, causing your eyebrows to twist as his chest pumps out. Pecs hard as a rock, nipples pointed like icicles despite the heat gathering between your bodies. “See what happens.”

“Oooh, s-so scared,” you choke, Heeseung grabbing onto your throat when you try to sit up and shove him off. “I’ll break your glasses, see how tough you f-feel.”

Your taunting only eggs him on, ferociously pushing his side against your inner thigh until your centers fully exposed for him to press three digits against your exposed folds. Gliding up to pinch your suit around your clit until your feet slip and you kick at the mat.

“Get this wet for a fucking nerd huh?” He jeers, rolling your bundle of nerves under the damp fabric. “Maybe that’s why you bullied me, wanted me to fuck that bratty better-than-you attitude out of you.”

All you can do is struggle, attempting to dislodge your throat from his menacing hold, only seeping his fingers further into the veins rapidly pulsating up the sides of your neck.

“If only it had been the other way around.” He goes on mocking, blurring over your clit faster and faster until you’re coughing between trapped moans. “Imagine if I bullied you. Getting your revenge on me years later by cornering me and fucking me until I’m incapable or forming a sentence.”

His speech lands on muted ears, passing through a thick fog of arousal that clogs up your senses. Too focused on how thick and veiny his forearm looks. The veins rippling upward toward his meaty bicep shout at you, pumping full of anger with each flick of his wrist.

“You’re right, I got hard watching you practice.” He confesses, turning his hips for you to feel his chubbed up girth against your inner thigh. “Wanna know why?”

Gurgling escapes you, licking at the roof of your mouth to suppress another embarrassing sound from passing. He laughs, sharp teeth gleaming as they catch the light. “Because..”

Gathering the seat of your bottoms, he tugs at the material with a balled up fist. Ripping roughly at it to make you writhe and squeal in pain, burning against your clit with each pull. “This is why, to see you like this. So fucking full of yourself, but you can’t even pass a stupid test without a nerds help.”

Mesmerized by your folds swelling up around your suit, Heeseung’s waist bends in, momentarily forgetting about his grip on your neck; just enough to give you leeway to push up on your elbows and regain control.

It’s easy to pin Heeseung down again, startling him with power he wished to assume you lack. He curses when you fling him down roughly and mount his chest. Gathering fistfuls of his sweaty peachy pink locks, you rip at his scalp until he’s whining. Elongated neck arched back releasing an obscene moan between his pretty pink lips. Ragged breath spills from your chest, working hard to maneuver forward until your inner thighs clap against his cheeks. Slotting your suit aside too fast for Heeseung to even let out a gasp of surprise.

Smashing your core down against his mouth sends a hiss flying out of you, grinding down hard despite the ridges of his teeth scraping along your clit. He muffles, flailing beneath you, glasses fogged up with slick and heat radiating from your lower half. A relieved laugh sounds, nodding as you work to crush your thighs around him to a suffocating point.

“Bambi boy talks tough—“ you grit, gyrating against his tongue until he groans. Losing your train of thought once again when his tongue curves, applying pressure against your entrance until you give. Loosening up and relaxing enough to push through. “Fuck.”

Heeseung can’t complain, even as he struggles to breathe through his nose, stuffed full of your clit rubbing incessantly against him. He’s crazed, determined to stretch his jaw until it breaks under your unforgiving thrusts.

Behind your back his knees bend, angling his hips up to fuck at nothing but air. Desperate as he slaps a merciless grip on your ass, repeating it until you get the message to ride his tongue.

Securing one hand on his head, you pull harder, using the hold to control your motions. His tongue wiggling between your walls while passing vibrating grunts, raspy broken whimpers. The unexpected slap you deliver between his thighs has him coughing, choking and screaming finding it impossible to swallow a long enough breath.

“Little B-bambi boy can’t even handle f-fighting a girl can he?” You scramble to taunt him, whimpering as he manages to dislodge his tongue and suck on your clit. Spreading your ass apart to have your hole pulse open against his chin as he uses every inch of his face to rub and flick. Messy, fucking disgusting with a pleased gleam hiding under splattered lenses.

Heeseung’s teeth nip, lapping side to side on your clit before he wraps his lips again. A mean suck and nimble digits digging in too close to your rim have you toppling forward. A shouted moan expelling as you whine and bounce down to fully release your orgasm on his chin and neck.

White haze takes over the room, brain spinning too much to process being manhandled onto your back. Only between a coughed whimper do you come down, blinking up to find Heeseung above you. Grasping your ankles above your head with a devilish smirk playing at his lips.

“You think I give up that easily? That was child’s play.” He taunts, pushing hard abdominal muscles against your exposed puffy cunt. Rough and grating as he passes from the thin line of dark hair trailing from beneath his navel to inside of his shorts. A silent gasp emits as he grinds against your ass, hoisted off the mat the more he tests your flexibility, continuing to push and push until you’re folded in half.

Lazily you blink, reaching between your upper halves to scrape at his chest. Tweaking and pinching at one of his hardened nipples. With clenched teeth he takes advantage of your drunk-like post orgasmic state, releasing an ankle and replacing his hold with a hard bite. Sharp canine teeth sink near your tendon, shaking his head to make you shout and whimper louder. Free hand making use of your moment of weakness to release his erect length.

“Know what mean girls like you need?” He says between licking at teeth marks left behind on your ankle. Stroking to the tip of his length as he directs himself between your dripping wet folds. Sliding up and down for you to go crosseyed, stupid dumb just from feeling how fucking thick and wide he is.

“B-bambi, you’re s-so—“

He doesn’t give you a chance to say more, penetrating with one fluid practiced motion. Years of masturbating and studying porn only served to build up his knowledge. Practicing what he learned with any girl who would give him the opportunity at science camp over the last few summers.

“Thick fucking cock to shut you up.” Finishing his sentence with a choked growl, he grinds, adding emphasis by giving you each inch.

The moan that rips from your chest says it all.

Full, so full. Thick, so fucking thick.

He’s bigger than any popular jerk you’ve fucked at frat parties. Obscenely stretching you out, split open and so unbelievably full.

“Aww.” He attempts to mock, unable to stop himself from pressing in balls deep. Pressed deep enough for coarse dark hairs to scratch against your clit in the position. Folded in half and dwarfed beneath his massive size, both of his hands snake around your ankles, using his rocking hips to aid the push he gives. Your calves surround you, burning up the backs of your thighs from tight tendons working overtime.

“Weak. Nothing but a hole to take my cock.” Regaining some semblance at the visual of tears beginning to pour freely down your cheeks, Heeseung arches back, burying his knees into the mat to hit your hard with a pointed thrust.

Pinning you down with every muscle straining in his arms, he fills you to the brim. Cock too thick, nestling past any squeeze you give, any push the muscles inside of you use to suffocate his length.

“Don’t s-stop,” you choke, eyeing where he continues to dive in and out. His cock glistens coated in thick amounts of wetness, globs of it stuck on the patch of hair at the base. Wet, filthy and so fucking wet everywhere.

“So fucking greedy, full of cock and still you want more?” He spits, licking at saliva dribbling down his chin. “Want me to fill you up? Breed you like nothing but a stupid little cum dump.”

“Uh huh..” no amount of humiliation burning up your chest can deny how good it feels. Unwilling to even struggle or bother to get away from his hips pummeling forward. Hiccups and coughed sobs assist the rapid nod you give him, too overwhelmed to even picture how much Heeseung can give you.

He wishes he could laugh, but you feel too good, too perfect. The tip of his length catches on your convulsing hole with each draw back. It’s too much for you to even look at, witnessing the tip protruding the skin covering your mound. Feeling deeper than what you can even actually see, as if his cock can reach the back of your throat with each and every thrust he gives you.

“Pl-please Seungie..” you babble, worrying your bottom lip. Fingers twitching for something, finding his shoulders to weakly scratch at and drag down to the cut his bicep muscle creates along his arm. “I-inside, please..”

Heeseung groans, circling his hips in a more meticulous manner. Cock dragging against your wet walls in a way that sends your toes curling. Legs trembling, nearly ripping free of his hold when he hits you just right, cockhead kissing your cervix with ease; hitting the perfect angle each time.

“Nnghh… Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” 

Maintaining his hold to keep you bent in half somehow, Heeseung fucks faster. Ruthless and harsh, encouraged by your babbling and whines. Thrust after thrust harder than the previous, ripping his chest and abdominal muscles to appear carved out of stone with all the more vigor he utilizes to fuck you like you need and beg for.

“Ahhh…fuck!” Heeseung’s voice comes out strangled, using every bit of his strength to keep fucking you even as you lock up around him. Gripping a powerful orgasm around his cock, the pressure, push and pull almost forcing his cock to slip out. Gushed around, so wet and sloppy, spilling release down to his balls.

Despite your shrieks, he only manages to go even faster. Blurry above you as he pounds through your orgasm, gritting and panting similar to one of your opponents by the end of a long match. Rumbling from deep within his chest as he meets your eyes. Fogged up glasses drop down the bridge of his nose, tightening up when you find his blown out pupils.

Heeseung cums, cums hard. Cock thrumming violently with each hot drop of release bursting free, filling you up and up until he has to curse. Removing his hold as his broad shoulders tremble, absorbing the heat between your bodies through tremors rolling up his tense back muscles.

That’s enough, you think, rolling away in search of a towel to wipe yourself with. Whining when your hip lets out a nasty crack. You knew that pre-stretch would be needed, but not this much.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A lowered voice asks. Shivering up your spine as you whimper, burning where your wet thighs rub against the mat feebly attempting to crawl away.

“N-no no m-more..”

Heeseung laughs, worse than an evil villain from any movie or show. Slow to walk on his knees over your pathetic excuse of getting away. He hauls your arms back, clicking his tongue with a breathless chuckle. “This will teach you to fuck with nerds.”

Burying back inside of you aches more than you can comprehend. Imagining your brain exploding and spilling out of your ears as he rolls down. Cock sunk in to the hilt, gushing out the release he just filled you with. His size too much for you to hold both in, slick, wet, and so fucking loud with each draw back and slap of his hips.

“Heeseung!” It’s your first time wailing out his full name. Not missing a beat as he picks up the pace, his chest falls against your back knocking air out of your lungs. More determined to ruin you on his cock again. Make you regret the day you first saw him and made the worst decision to fuck with him.

“Where’s your cute Bambi boy now?” He asks against your ear, watching your eyes roll back into your head. Biting at your jaw, he reaches around, budging his bicep against your chin. Hips snap brutally into you, pulling you into a death inducing chokehold roughly. He pulls harder, making your chest shove out and waist dip in until you’re bent far back, slapping one hand against the mat.

“You give up?!” He grunts against your cheek, jostling your throat with a shake of his arm. Tongue hanging out panting, you reach for his wrist, scurrying to hold onto anything you can.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A quiet cry and suppressed choke follows your palm smacking the mat with repeated motion. In disbelief by the sound of grunts, flesh clapping against flesh, popping wet and nasty with each smooth glide of Heeseung’s cock filling you up without losing any speed.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut, stomach muscles contracting with each unforgiving thrust further dragging you up the mat. Chasing after his next release, Heeseung runs for the victory by throwing his other arm around your neck, tightening the pull of the headlock. Groaning by how much wetter you get, purging out more and more arousal with every pulse of his bicep against your jaw.

“That’s right.” He starts, blinking away sweat that won’t stop raining down, getting trapped in his dark eyelashes. “Never forget how you let a nerd beat you.”

Another weak tap and pinch on his wrist has you cumming. Arching high enough to nearly make him lose his rhythmic pace. Using powerful thigh muscles to push up and hit you with thrusts hard enough to have your heart beating out past your chest.

Slam after merciless slam turns messy, hips swerving pushing past your cunt gripping and milking for him to cum again. Give you the warm load to keep inside this time, greedily squeezing around him for another.

The squeaky cracked moan Heeseung lets out has your eyes rolling to the side, pleased that even after all of his tough talk. That you can still weaken him somehow.

Tapping on his forearm finally gives you a chance to take deep breaths, only to be plastered by his limp dead weight collapsing onto you.

“So,” Heeseung breathes raggedly. Wet chest heavily panting against your back. He bites at your nape, hoisting your chin up with his forearm perched under your jaw. “What’s my prize?”

“Ugh..” nothing more than a lazy response pours out of you. Continuing to reel and shiver under the weight melting you down into the ruined mat covered in every type of bodily fluid. “Whatever.”

If not for the chokehold around your throat, you’d knock out in less than a second. Thoroughly fucked and ran through by the same nerd that you once picked on and made cry for a laugh. The irony doing more to make your gut curl in with renewed arousal as you lock up around him.

“What was that? Whatever, huh?” He has the audacity to let out a fake chuckle, rumbling at the top of your spine. Free arm reaching down to push between your connected lower halves as he lifts to create space. “In that case..”

Heeseung’s index finger slips past bruises forming on your backside. Teasing as he pushes between your ass and traces your puckered rim. He pops free from your ruined hole, kissing at the backs of his teeth as a pool of cum bubbles out; settling in the shape of a perfect triangle at the top of your squished together thighs.

Prodding at your hole, he bites away a smile when you squirm and whimper. Looking over your shoulder to give him a look full of excitement and fear. He meets your gaze with maniacal thrill, pushing his bowed lips together to create a faucet for a thick wad of spit to pour out, landing directly on your ass to be smeared around.

“I’ll go easy on you, nerd.”

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full load (s. jy, p. js)

pairing. jay x female reader x jake

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

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

wc. 7k+

now playing. soaked//Shy Smith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jake!”

“Earth to Jake!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“Laundry mat.”

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

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

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

“Jakeeee.”

“I don’t want to do laundry..”

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

“No.” He snickers, head shaking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You used to love coming over to swim.”

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

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

Last summer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘And? Why shouldn’t I be greedy?’

‘Huh?’

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

‘That’s not..’

‘Why not?’

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

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

‘..what do you want?’

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

‘You. I want you.’

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

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

‘Jay asked me to be his girlfriend.’

‘What the fuck.’

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, no air conditioning in here.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“I have to wash this bikini.” 

“Why do you want my shi—“

Oh fuck. That’s why.

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

“Fuck, it’s hot.”

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

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

“Oh uh, but it’s really sweaty..”

“I can’t walk around here naked.”

Yes. Yes you can.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely a heat stroke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that one of your spots?”

“Spots?”

“You know, like an erogenous zone?”

“What’s that.”

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

“Oh.”

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

“Uh..”

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

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

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

“See, that’s just not realistic.”

“Why not?”

“You can’t fuck me for 7 hours.”

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

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

“Why—“

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

Fuck. 

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

“Yeah? Show me.”

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

BUZZ!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damnit. He needs to figure something out, quickly.

“What about my shirt?”

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

“And you have nothing on under that.”

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

“What am I going to wear home?”

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

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

“What! No!!”

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

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

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

“I’ll try my best.” 

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

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

“Your back muscles look so good Jakey.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-don’t please..”

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

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

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

“Please, that’s! I’m—I’m going to—!”

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

“Nonono!” 

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

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

“Shit! Ahh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it baby.. that’s it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s.. join what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dude.”

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

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

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

“You like it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah yeah..”

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

“Mean..”

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

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

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😶‍🌫️

full load (s. jy, p. js)

pairing. jay x female reader x jake

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

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

wc. 7k+

now playing. soaked//Shy Smith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jake!”

“Earth to Jake!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“Laundry mat.”

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

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

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

“Jakeeee.”

“I don’t want to do laundry..”

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

“No.” He snickers, head shaking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You used to love coming over to swim.”

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

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

Last summer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘And? Why shouldn’t I be greedy?’

‘Huh?’

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

‘That’s not..’

‘Why not?’

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

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

‘..what do you want?’

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

‘You. I want you.’

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

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

‘Jay asked me to be his girlfriend.’

‘What the fuck.’

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, no air conditioning in here.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“I have to wash this bikini.” 

“Why do you want my shi—“

Oh fuck. That’s why.

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

“Fuck, it’s hot.”

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

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

“Oh uh, but it’s really sweaty..”

“I can’t walk around here naked.”

Yes. Yes you can.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely a heat stroke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that one of your spots?”

“Spots?”

“You know, like an erogenous zone?”

“What’s that.”

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

“Oh.”

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

“Uh..”

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

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

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

“See, that’s just not realistic.”

“Why not?”

“You can’t fuck me for 7 hours.”

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

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

“Why—“

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

Fuck. 

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

“Yeah? Show me.”

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

BUZZ!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damnit. He needs to figure something out, quickly.

“What about my shirt?”

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

“And you have nothing on under that.”

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

“What am I going to wear home?”

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

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

“What! No!!”

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

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

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

“I’ll try my best.” 

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

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

“Your back muscles look so good Jakey.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-don’t please..”

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

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

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

“Please, that’s! I’m—I’m going to—!”

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

“Nonono!” 

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

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

“Shit! Ahh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it baby.. that’s it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s.. join what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dude.”

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

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

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

“You like it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah yeah..”

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

“Mean..”

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

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

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young, dumb, and full of.. (l. hs, p. sh, s. jy, p. js)

pairing. female reader x heeseung x sunghoon x jake x jay

genre. what in the hentai is this? AU, I don’t know either, multiple partners, M/F, she works hard for the money, pwop

warnings. cnc(do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), explicit smut.. pure filth, profanity, 🎥 and we’re rolling- in public, y/n is a famous pcorn star, hyung line are all pretty terrible, nct side characters, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 8000+

a/n. thank you for 10,000+ followers🩷

smut warnings. it’s porn- literally, it’s supposed to be unrealistic, dom hyung line, chikan(hyung line taking advantage of a sweet little angel on a train, that’s basically it), use of ‘little one/princess/slut/whore/baby’ etc, degradation, groping, fondling, forced handjob, fingering, breast play/torture, mind break, manhandling, spitting, oral, double penetration, anal(going in dry), choking, hair pulling, crying, rough sex, unprotected sex, cum shots galore. enjoy.

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“Pigtails?”

Scrunching your face up, you yawn as you get a look at the minimal makeup on your skin. A little brush of mascara, lipgloss that could appear to be merely chapstick, and a light wash of tint to awaken your tired appearance at this hour.

“Don’t I look a bit..”

“Young?” The stylist behind you cackles, nodding to the call sheet on her vanity. “Did you not read about today’s concept?”

“You know I never bother with looking over those anymore, just do what the boss tells me to do.”

Speaking of- Jaemin shows up right on time with coffee in hand to wake you up for today’s shoot. 

“Drink up, you’re going to need it.” He warns mischievously. 

“Oh great, is it that time of the month already?” Aggressively stirring your iced cold brew to melt together, you reach for the call sheet. “Another gangbang?”

“You know it.” He hums, waving over your appearance. “Anyway can add some fake braces? She’s supposed to be really innocent and virginal.”

“I could but they may not last through deep throating.” The stylist quips, adding ribbons to your pigtails. 

“Who’s working with me today?” 

“New guys.” Jaemin leans against the vanity, nodding toward the entrance. “They should be arriving soon, Johnny hand-picked them himself.”

“New guys for a group scene?” You frown. 

“They’re no amateurs, and they’ve been killing it with the streams.” He lets you know, diverting his attention to the door opening. “Here they come.”

Four new guys, great. These group shoots can be hard enough with your experienced costars, why the fuck would Johnny choose amateurs for this.

“Guys, over here!” Jaemin shouts, motioning for the four confused men to approach. 

Ah the nerves radiating off of them could induce a damn panic attack. Just great. The shortest of the bunch breaks out into a wide smile, dragging his palms down his hips to absorb the sweat that’s collected on them.

“Good to see you again guys,” Jaemin waves, peering over their clothing. “You know, I was going to have you fitted but what you all have on right now could work perfectly for this shoot. If you’re okay with getting a little messy?”

They shrug and nod, taking in what each is wearing. “I would have tried a little more if I had known..” 

“No no this is perfect.” Jaemin snaps, waving over the four. “This is even better than my original idea. The four of you look like hooligans.. menaces to society.”

“Oh that’s great.” The one with the big smile chuckles nervously, heavy Australian adding charm along with the continuous way he bounces on the balls of his feet. “We’re the bad boys in town.”

“That’s right, and the star of the show,” he turns back to face you, proudly framing your face to display a prize. “She’s the good girl, never been kissed, hasn’t ever taken a cock.” Peering over his shoulder, he winks at them. “Which we all know is a fucking lie.”

“Jaemin.” You whine, adjusting the robe that’s been slipping from your shoulders. “So the new boys are here to cause trouble?”

Their ears perk up faster than dogs when a can of food gets cracked open. Four alert eyes widen, throats bobbing up and down. “There’s that look, we have some fans here I see.” Jaemin chides. “You’re all familiar with the legend then.”

“Uhh,” mumbled sounds and a few whispered ‘yeah’s meld between the four, shifting their gazes away. 

“Don’t be shy, you’ll be getting to know each other from the inside out soon.” He winks again, motioning for them to step closer.

“You’re so vulgar.” You sneer, pinching his exposed bicep.

“Are you not the one with a golden dick award for most impressive anal gape sitting on your coffee table?” 

“Right next to my starlet of the year.” You smirk, returning your attention to the four newcomers forcing their nervous smiles to not chatter. 

“Nice to meet you guys, welcome to the team.”

“I’m Jake,” that smooth accent comes out more confidently now, despite the tremble racking down the hand that he holds out for you. “It’s an honor to have this opportunity to film with you.”

“I like him, he’s respectful.” Shaking Jake’s hand, you ignore the ‘for now’ Jaemin whispers. Turning to the next who introduces himself at Jay, more quiet and cold when he bows with his hands clenched behind his back.

“Sunghoon.” A sharp smile follows, bowing his head before taking your hand. “Very excited to work with you.”

The last of the group holds the most intense eye-contact, sleek gaze carrying a silent confidence as he takes your hand and lays a kiss against your knuckles. “My name's Heeseung, really hope we get to work more together in the future.”

“Wow, must be my lucky day.” You flirt calmly, scanning them up and down. “Maybe Johnny knew what he was doing.”

“Yeah, Heeseung here hit 500 million viewers on stream last week.”

“Wow that’s a lot.” You say surprised, taking time to look him up and down. “You must be giving them something worth watching.”

“All of them do really good in the polls too.” Jaemin continues, pulling on a hat that he insists on wearing while filming and directing. “Should be a really good video outcome, I think our audience is ready for some fresh meat. Specifically to watch you get pounded by some new blood.”

“Look up vulgarity sometime.” Rolling your eyes, you lean back in the makeup chair. “Should I get dressed now?”

“Yeah, let’s get this going soon. Don’t want to lose light and have to make it look less authentic.” Whispering to the stylist, he instructs to keep your school uniform a bit unrealistic, slutty. This is porn afterall.

“Boys, come with me. We all have to earn our stripes here unless you’re the one taking cock.” Ordering the new group to follow him to set, you smile and wave them off. The tallest one, Heeseung, pursing his lips at you before heading off.

“He’s trouble.” The stylist says with raised eyebrows.

“You know the rule, no fucking outside of work.” You sigh, moving to the rack of clothes to be fitted. 

“And I know those rules get broken around here.” 

Brushing off that comment, you adjust the plaid skirt hugging your waist tightly, dragging out a pair of white cotton panties. The look is supposed to be innocent of course, even if the skirts far too short to cover up the bottom half of your ass. Leaving the top buttons of your blouse open to show-off cleavage, you pull on knee high socks and loafers. It’s the typical naive sweet innocent school girl look- perfect for this scenario.

“You got a real bus for this?” Entering the set , you fix the backpack straps on your shoulders, walking up to Jaemin. “Talk about budget.”

“We’re big time now, and also it was the cheaper option.” He notes, messing with the camera lens. “Building an entire set would have wasted time.” 

“Alright, what’s the rundown?”

“Right,” he stands up straight, fixing his cap again. “Come here guys.”

The four stand up and huddle together, most trying to avoid looking at you. “Obviously we’re filming a chikan scene, so don’t worry about acting much. I just need you to fuck. We want cock sucking, a lot of groping, cover her mouth.” Motioning to you, he cups your jaw to use you as a prop. “I expect you to cum multiple times too, on her face, tits, ass, panties, make a fucking mess alright?”

Panic fills their faces as they nod along. You’ve become more than used to this after working under Jaemin’s directions for the past year. “I’ll have to intervene once in a while to change your positions for certain shots, we like to get some up close point of view ones. The viewers really love that, but for the most part I want you to do your thing.”

Letting you go, he directs where you’ll start off outside of the bus. “You’ll see her standing alone on the platform looking clueless, headphones on, playing on her phone, completely dumb and oblivious to her surroundings. That’s when you’ll set the plan in motion,” he points at Heeseung, fingers snapping. “You, the big one, you’ll be the ringleader. You’ll see her first, and tell your buddies that this is your conquest today. That’s when you’ll corner her on the bus and start harassing her, threatening her to succumb.”

Sunghoon hides a pout fast when Heeseung gets chosen. “We all get to fuck her right?”

“Of course.” Jaemin assures. “And don’t hesitate to stick it in her ass, use the fuck out of her. I want a lot of footage for this one.”

“If I can’t speak up I’ll pinch you to stop.” You add, knowing they’ve gone over the rules and do’s and don’ts with Johnny before being allowed to participate in one of his productions. 

“Yeah, she’s a pro.” Jaemin, being the proud director he is, flicks your chin. “No one in this industry can take cock like our little princess.”

“Well, when you put it that way, I can accept your vulgarity.” Doing a quick spin on your foot, you bounce excitedly. “I’m ready to go, oh and I’m all prepped too so don’t focus on foreplay too much.”

“We won’t be having a closed set today either, the extras will be coming in just a minute here so try not to focus on them. Concentrate on the scene, I want it to feel really raw and gritty. We’re here to make a depraved masterpiece, got it?”

Heeseung claps his hands, nodding, shooting a thumbs up at the director. “Won’t let you down.”

“Good, because if you do,” Jaemin grins manically, stepping back to get behind the camera. “Those contracts will be altered.”

It must be so nerve wracking to be a male performer entering the adult industry. All you had to do was fuck your boss on camera and you were the companies new starlet by the next week.. but then again, you’re being sold for much more than just your body. It’s all about the face, the moans, the pretty way you cry, how many dicks can be stuffed inside of one of your holes. Even the pigtails currently styled in your hair can make or break a scene. Whereas a man is simply viable for his giant cock- their careers in this world hold more longevity even if their pay hardly compares to yours.

Luckily you’ll never have to experience that, all you have to do is ride cock and look good enough to make horny losers cum off that alone. 

“Let’s get some shots of you first.” Jaemin instructs, filming you walking around with your favorite playlist turned on. Carelessly twirling your hair around your index finger as you walk back and forth in front of the bus doors and place one foot in-front of the other to walk along a painted line. 

“Pose right there, a little concern in the face.” 

Furrowing your eyebrows, you peer over your shoulder as if a group of feral young barbaric men are ready to eat you up when they see you turn and reveal the bare backs of your thighs. White cotton underwear tucked beautifully between your ass. The four onlookers watch you work, already building up a sweat off the way you taunt and tease the camera alone. 

“We’re really doing this.” Jay mutters, stealing a sneaking look at Jake next to him. The other dryly swallows, adjusting his dick to press against his stomach under his belt. 

“I really wanna fuck her.”

Sunghoon says lowly behind his hand, doing his best to ignore the extras that walk onto set. Harder to ignore when he estimates more than 30 men have entered the small area. 

“Let’s do our best, can’t be too different from jerking off on live in front of millions of strangers.” Heeseung encourages his friends, having met them when joining the streaming company a year ago that called for attractive young men desperate to make good and fast money. 

“Hee’s right, this is our big break.” Jake adds, straightening up when Jaemin points at the four of them. 

“Enter from over there and make your way to the platform.” Yelling loudly, he gets everyone on set in order before calling out ACTION! 

It’s time to turn it on, what you’re really known for. Connecting with the camera in a way that allows your fans to feel like they’re the ones getting to fuck you. That’s what they love about you, what keeps them coming back to your videos when they need a quick nut.

It helps that Johnny insists on only hiring attractive men to participate in his videos. Who doesn’t love to watch good looking people fuck? That’s why you made it a priority to audition for his company above any other. 

It’s hard not to get excited when you can feel four sets of eyes watching you, following each and every small step you take waiting for the bus to arrive. Each of them are too good looking in such unique ways. Jake has that eager to please smile, bright eyes that look ready to grant you any wish. Jay with that sharp jawline, straight nose and dark lethal gaze, terrifying how one look from him could scorch your feet to the ground. Sunghoon, clearly the perfect one, not a single minuscule flaw on his gorgeous face, built as if he came straight from a Ken doll manufacturing company(but well equipped with Ken’s missing part).

And Heeseung, the one with looks that could kill. Quickly you lock eyes with him before twisting away and anxiously swallowing. The short memory of his soft lifts grazing your knuckles tingles up your spine, thighs tightly pressing together where you stand recalling the way he peered up at you. That indescribable look behind his eyes that made your gut coil, spiked fear and a rush of arousal all at once. Of course he’d be appointed the main, his energy alone could get you on your knees faster before he could even finish bellowing out the order to do so.

It’s fitting how exhilarated and uneasy you feel, perfect to build up what’s about to happen as soon as you enter this bus. 

The four boys appear on camera looking exactly the way Jaemin envisioned. A group of delinquents decked down from head to toe in baggy clothes, worn hoodies, ripped jeans, bulky shoes covered in scuff marks from running around and eating shit off a skateboard. They look ready to get up to no good, emphasized by the way Heeseung nudges into Sunghoon’s side and nods toward your unaware figure. His chin tipping in to whisper and signal for Jay and Jake to follow their lead. 

From a viewers standpoint, this is the norm. An average after school activity of illegal reckless teenage behavior. Because this is such a busy route at this hour, more than easy to get away with murder in broad daylight amongst a full cart. 

Motioning to his friends, they make their way to get behind you. The headphones in your ears keep you clueless to the scheming taking place only a couple of steps away. Two men barricade your sides as you enter ahead of the rush onto the bus, ushered to the furthest back corner as too many pile in and force their weight to fit in, rather suffer the time squished together than wait longer for another ride. 

Jake and Jay manage to stay by your side despite the pushing and shoving to enter, keeping a close position next to you with their arms reaching up to grab onto the metal bars nearby. Sunghoon speaks silently with one look, shoulder to shoulder with Heeseung where they stand in front of you blocking your view of the rest of the occupants. It’s perfect on screen, a successful trap to leave you with no way to escape. 

The fear written all over your face only amplifies how terrifying all of this is for you. Grasping the straps of your backpack tight enough to leave indentations against the insides of your fingers, nibbling your bottom lip with your gaze trained on the pairs of shoes facing you. Swarmed by the scent of hair gel, cologne, minty mouthwash each time Jake breathes against your ear. It’s torturous to wait for the cart to fill up with each of them taking in your appearance, nodding in approval to each other that you’ll do just fine right now. A birds eye view gets the perfect shot of how small you look surrounded by them, helpless, a little prey counting down the seconds for your predators to pounce.

The shift of the cart has you stumbling forward, cheek crashing against Sunghoon’s chest in front of you. His tongue clicks disapprovingly, shoving your shoulders back to launch you into Jake’s chest who took the opportunity to stand in your place. Further suffocating you between their warm worn down clothing. 

“You should be careful little one.” His accent sounds huskier whispering against your earlobe, hands finding your waist to hold you in place.

“Ah-it’s okay,” you attempt to shimmy away, gripped tighter to not let you budge. 

“Stay your pretty little ass right there.” He says shortly, wrapping an arm around your torso to press you flat against him, his other hand rushing down to bunch the side of your skirt together. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be walking around like this by yourself?”

“You’re lucky we ended up on here with you.” Jay’s deep tone speaks quietly from your side, moving close to place his palm under Jake’s arm. “Imagine some of these old motherfuckers had gotten to you first and taken advantage of you.”

“He’s right.” Jake huffs against your ear, lips smoothing down to your earlobe. “Count your lucky stars that it will be us using you however we please instead.”

The same hinted at panic that had been worrying your face implodes, opening your mouth wide to call out for help only for Sunghoon’s palm to slap down and cut you off. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

The muffled cry for help still manages to make it far enough for the hidden microphones set up around you to catch, something the viewers will really enjoy as your struggle begins. 

Jake squeezes in even closer somehow, breathing right into your ear as he scratches down your upper thigh. “I’m a big fan.” He whispers extra quietly, eyelids low. “Can’t wait to cum inside of you.”

Fuck. It’s a good thing Sunghoon has a grip hard enough to leave fingerprint marks behind over the lower half of your face. Having to wrinkle your eyes shut to stop them from rolling up, you’d moan given the chance. Risking this moment on the clock to admit that only makes the wetness trickling from your cunt rush out faster. Panties completely soaked through before you’ve even been properly touched. 

“I don’t know.” Jay chuckles softly, grazing his palm lower to cup between your clenched thighs. “I think she seriously can’t wait for us to use her.”

“Is that right?” Sunghoon glares at you viscously. “Here I thought we found ourselves a nice innocent little virgin. What type of virgin gets wet from this, huh?” 

“Nah, she’s soaking.” Lifting his hand up between your bodies, Jay shows off how glossy you’ve left his palm, further setting in how humiliated you should feel right now.

“What a darling angel.” Jake remarks, nibbling your earlobe between his plump lips. “Only a virgin could get that wet so easily. We’ve barely started with you.”

Sunghoon’s palm loosens off your mouth, dragging an index finger down the middle of your lips. “If you scream, I’ll make sure you never make another sound again. Got it?” He smiles, charming and handsome, but the sadistic tone he speaks in can hardly go unnoticed. Softly nodding, you whimper when Jake digs his blunt nails into your upper thigh, dragging them up to scratch at the hem of your pantyline. 

“Don’t be so mean,” he laughs raspily. “We can play nice if she cooperates. You’ll be a good girl for us right sweetie?”

Heeseung clears his throat, grabbing onto Sunghoon’s shoulder to tug him closer and whisper something. The same dark observant gaze traces over your face as his lips move, no doubt issuing orders as the leader of the crew. Nodding, Sunghoon reaches for his phone, angling the camera at your face before you can look away. “Let’s see that pretty smile.”

“You heard him.” Jay says annoyed, clutching your jaw to force you to look ahead. The sight of sharp teeth behind the phone twist your gut, wondering if he’ll leave bite marks behind to admire tomorrow when you roll out of bed after no doubt using half of the day to recover. “Give us a smile.”

“So cute baby.” Jake hums, dragging his fingers under your panties. 

“That’s a face I won’t forget anytime soon.” Sunghoon says menacingly, turning the phone around to display the photo. “None of us will.”

The silent threat is meant to keep your tongue hidden, lips trembling as you take in the distraught look on your face. Jake smiling over your shoulder, Jay leaning in with his nose dug into your cheek allowing his sharp jawline to shine. 

“That’s a good girl.” 

“Bet you’re always on time for class, never tardy.” Jake adds onto Jay’s commentary. The three of them throw out more degrading words as Heeseung stands guard with his arms crossed over his chest, stoic expression unwavering. 

“All these books.” Sunghoon grins, spilling your belongings from the backpack they managed to remove from your shoulders along with the embroidered uniform blazer you had on. “Real studious huh? Top of your class and shit.”

“Hope that means you’re a fast learner.”

Jake maneuvers you to face Jay, dipping his hand deeper inside of your underwear to cup your cunt. “Fuck you’re seriously dripping.”

Muffled whimpers escape under Jay’s burning gaze, sandwiched between the two making fast to feel up your body. The undone buttons give easy access to pop the rest free, one ripping off and hitting one of the cameras like a pingpong.

“That’s a money shot.” Jaemin whispers from his chair, chin in hand while focusing on the scene unfolding. Johnny was right, these new guys hardly needed any type of assistance.

“Can’t believe you can even fit these inside of that uniform.” Jay licks at his lips, rolling your flimsy bra down under your breasts to release your naked chest.

“Please don’t—“

“Shut the fuck up.” Sunghoon laughs breathily. “I don’t care how fucking cute you sound begging. Don’t make a God damn scene.”

“Don’t be shy baby.” Jay nearly salivates, slowly ducking forward with his eyes trained on your face. Pleased by the tears that have begun to well up at the rims. “These fat tits deserve to be seen.”

Soft lips wrap around one of your nipples, biting down roughly until it fully hardens. Jay’s mouth switches back and forth between your breasts, pinching and rolling whichever stiffened little bud his mouth can’t occupy. “Fuck you’re shaking so much.” He mumbles, continuing to assault your tits until the soft wrinkled flesh around your nipples swell. The stimulation shooting waves down to your knees until they lock and you fully slump back against Jake.

“Think she’s gonna cum from this alone.” He speaks up from behind you, amazed by the amount of wet arousal filling up his palm. “Fuck, I need to get inside this pussy.”

Biting down on your shoulder, his chest buries against your back to keep you held up. Freeing himself from the confines of his baggy jeans enough to get them just beneath his ass. He drags your ruined panties to one side, bending at his knees to shove his length against your swollen folds. “Holy fuck.” 

“Don’t fuck her without me.” Jay murmurs, mouth too busy leaving teeth marks and bruises on your chest. 

“N-no please!” You shriek as Jake ruts against your cunt, hard cock spreading your chubbed folds open. The glide seamless thanks to the amount of slick pouring from your hole. 

“That’s it.” Sunghoon grits loudly, bringing his palm back over your mouth. “Clearly you can’t listen for shit. You know what that makes you?”

“A bad girl.” Jake moans all too pleased, humping against your backside to fully soak his cock with your juices. The head smashing against the front of your underwear, stretching out the worn down cotton material with each rough push.

“And do you know what happens to bad little whores like you?” Jay kneads your chest, spitting at your breasts until they gleam with saliva. “They get fucked, hard.”

“N-need to fuck her right now.” Jake whines, holding down a hiss by biting down on the back of your neck. 

“Then fuck her already.” Sunghoon growls quietly, grabbing your hand to rub up and down the thick bulge protruding from his sweats. “We don’t have all day.”

“Keep these on.” Jay whispers heavily, yanking on the sides of your underwear until they stretch painfully and cut into your skin, pushing out the fleshy meat to shape the curves of your ass. 

A camera angled beneath your bodies captures everything perfectly, from Jay’s hand sweeping between your thighs to glide Jake’s length between your folds, to the aggressive way he hauls one of your legs up for easier access, visibly digging the tips of his fingers into your sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuckkk,” prodding the tip of his cock inside, Jake’s neck loosens letting out a long-winded groan. Eyes clenched shut as he inches in and Sunghoon maintains fierce eye contact with you, hiding a smile when your tears break and roll down to dampen his hand. 

“Tighter than a fucking virgin.” 

“Is she?” Sunghoon questions, leaning in closer to whisper. “Can’t wait to ruin your tight pretty cunt.”

Gripping onto your wrist harder, he forces your hand up and down over his bulge. The three of them close in on you until you feel like you can no longer breathe without inhaling their musky scents. Sweat mixes with the cologne and body wash clinging to their skin, each of them taking long showers to scrub down clean and smooth before their debut shoot. “The harder you try to put up a fight..” he hisses, unleashing his fully aroused length. “The harder I get.”

“It’s so fucking cute how you keep whining.” Jake agrees, building up a rhythm, hip bones crashing against your ass. “Seriously, I was so nervous.” He speaks extra quietly into your ear, panting short breaths between each word. “But you’re so fucking hot I’m losing my mind.”

The desperation dripping off his tongue causes your knees to buckle, gripping Jay’s chest with your free hand as Sunghoon’s much larger one forces you to wrap around his stiffened girth. Thick heated up flesh swipes back and forth against your palm, jerked forward by Jake’s eager thrust. The whole scene screams delinquent horny young men, as dark the whole scenario is supposed to come across, you can already sense a hit being made. Streams exploding, purchases breaking numbers, the four becoming regulars on future sets that could easily become highly favored by fans.

Hands swarm from your ass to your chest, Jay’s mouth working mercilessly until your breast look pained enough to burst. The nipples ramrod hard, bitten over, skin swollen and puffy around. With an all too pleased gleam passing his gaze, he reaches between your thighs to tease your hardened nub. Using the same effort to raise you onto your toes, digging deep into the cute faux-leather loafer with one leg dangling in the air hooked over his flexed arm. 

“You’re seriously such a whore.” He hisses, expertly grazing your clit between two digits. “Getting off to this, aren’t you?

“Uh-huh—“ you manage to mumble dumbly. Rocked back and forth onto Jake’s fat girth. Sunghoon controlling the way you jerk him off, and Jay torturing your clit into a frenzy. The heat budding from between your thighs rises, coiling from your gut to your sternum, chest caving in. 

“Cut cut!” Jaemin screams out loud abruptly, instructing everyone to stay put. “I need a good shot of this.”

Controlling the camera above your head, he works the crane to get closer. The shot aimed at the dead look behind your eyes, the typical dumb porn slut look. Only yours is special, what you’re most known for. The eye contact you manage to grab the viewer with through the camera, almost as if you’ve caught a peeping Tom. But instead of appearing angry or upset, you welcome them into this fantasy, living out every perverse sensation and need. This is the shot that breaks the third wall, removes any sense of guilt and reminds you that this is just porn and you should absolutely be getting off right now.

“Rolling!” He howls out, focused on the screen that’s zoned in on your sultry lust-filled gaze. The enjoyment behind the corners of you tweaked up lips, the tip of your tongue dragging across your teeth. Neck arched back allowing Sunghoon’s to grip around your throat, his palm starkly large and veiny in contrast to your delicate décolleté. It’s perfect and beautiful on screen, but really the best view for Heeseung.

Watching on this entire time, he could rip out his tongue by now. Suffering the more he waits and waits and waits. Balled up fist hidden inside the sleeves of his hoodie to keep a cool and calm stature. He knows it will be worth the wait after all this anticipation. Johnny had said when they finished all the paperwork and finalized contracts that most likely his first scene would be with you. Standing here now made it all so surreal, washing his mouth with spit the heavier his tongue grows, in disbelief at the display before him.

It’s a new feeling to get hard watching over his friends have their way with a girl he knows they’ve all beat off to numerous times. None too shy to drop links in the group chat to videos they deemed great for a fast stroke sesh, your face often appeared.

The same face fighting back pleasured moans, forcing your forehead to wrinkle together and scrunch your nose in disgust as tears roll down your cheeks. If he even accidentally brushed his dick up against something right now he’s sure he’d spill over and ruin his briefs. 

“Taking cock real good for a virgin aren’t you?” Jay smirks, pushing a finger in alongside Jake to stretch your hole open further. “He looks ready to explode back there.” Wasting no time to add another finger, he jokingly nods to his friend behind you. Tongue lolled out, slobbering over his chin like some starved animal. He thrusts deep, feeding you each inch of his big cock. “I’m going in, cover her mouth good.” He mumbles, chin pointed at Sunghoon.

The taller agrees, dipping his index and middle finger in past your lips. “Hope your mouth’s better than this shit handjob.”

Stretching his digits out as much as he can inside of you, he grunts and pulls out, using the wetness clinging to his skin to coat his cock. “Relax.” He hisses softly, gripping around the middle of his length to force the tip in past your filled hole. The prodding has you kicking off the floor, foot dangling in the air with gurgled yelps emitting around Sunghoon’s fingers. 

The position Jay’s managed to get you in makes the glide less painful, giving your entrance a few jabs before finally popping the tip of his cock inside. Wrinkles dig into the skin around his eyes as he passes along his friend's slippery length. The two releasing deep guttural groans when the tips meet inside of you. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake moans out raggedly, sounding torn by the grip that blankets around him with Jay’s cock nudged up against his. They move in opposite motions, Jay pulling out whenever Jake thrusts back in, the friction budding against your inner walls pinching at a tense heat in your stomach. Wrapping your lips around the fingers in your mouth to cut off a scream, you suck, hand lazily continued to be dragged by Sunghoon’s grip. His deep breaths resonate from your side, not as desperate as Jake’s blowing into your ear, but loud enough to pick up on.

“G-gonna cum.” Sunghoon says behind pursed lips, stripping your hand off his size to force his cock between you and Jay. “On her panties.”

“God damn.” Jay wouldn’t believe it given any other moment, not being the first time he’s ever fucked with the same girl his friends have. Kissing the backs of his teeth, he slows down to blink the blur away from his eyes and watch as Sunghoon tugs at his cock roughly, white strings shooting out onto your mound and the base of his own length. 

It should be gross to feel his friend’s warm gooey cum drip down to his balls as he bends his knees to throw you up and down on his and Jake’s swollen members, but he can’t deny the way his sack tightens up. Eyes rolling back letting out a howl that would without a doubt grab everyone’s attention on a full train in reality.

“Fuck—I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming.” Jay groans, deep and rumbled. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders for better leverage to really make these last few sloppy thrusts count. Each aim of his slimy wet cock more frantic than the last, the friction of Jake’s size rubbing along the underside of his making his head spin faster. Between the grip on your waist from behind, you get bounced between the two of them. Hole stretched impossibly wide, ripping at the hair lining Jay’s nape to calm your need to shout.

Their ministrations are ruthless, running after sweet release in tandem, unbothered by the muffled shrieks emitting from beneath Sunghoon’s hand. 

Jake’s garbled uh-uhn-uh’s puffing against your ear twists through your brain, eyes rolled back desperately dying to get out a scream. Another wave of hot pleasure spills as your resistance shatters and you lick at Sunghoon’s palm, finally letting out a high-pitched scream.

“Take it.” Jay growls huskily, pumping his cock in deep despite Jake’s whining. He slams in one more time, shoving his seed deep enough inside to paint your cervix with the mess. 

Slapping at his chest, Jake shoves him away with one hand, fully taking advantage when his length slips out and he has complete free range to go wild inside your pussy. The little pained sounds he’d been letting out turn gruff, belting your waist to drag you up and down his size. The slip and slide on and off his cock even easier with Jay’s load coating him. He pants harshly along the column of your throat, letting out a shattered shout when the first flick of hot tongue laps against the underside of his size.

“Oh shit.” He simpers between grinding teeth. Jay looks up, from between your thighs, tongue dragging aimlessly from your clit to the thick girth burying inside your stretched hole. Sweat and wet slick meld together down his nose, lips dripping with a bit of his own release as he kisses along your pussy folds angrily wrapped around Jake’s cock.

“Shitshit—I’m gonna—c-cum,” he stutters, trembling against your back. The grip on your waist loosening as he topples over. 

“Move.” Sunghoon sounds near demonic, throwing an arm around your waist to snatch you away from the two. Ripping you off Jake’s length too fast, cum pours down your inner thighs, hole rapidly convulsing open. “Shhh, shut the fuck up.”

His reputation of being mouthy on stream precedes him, shoving you down onto your knees roughly between curses. “You wanna get caught acting like a fucking whore?”

“Nuh—no,” you shake, giant watery eyes blinking up pleadingly. Biting down harshly, his jaw twitches, resisting the urge to crumble and drag you back up. No one’s made a proper mess of your pretty face yet, and he’s not one to disappoint.

“Didn’t think so.” Pushing his sweats lower, he strokes his length back to full hardness. Sliding the width down the middle of your face, slapping the meat against your cheek until your mouth pops open. “Gonna fuck your little virgin ass.” He grins, popping the tip in and out between your parted lips. “So you better get me all nice and wet, or it’s going to hurt you real bad baby.” Resting the weight of his cock between your lips, he reaches for your pigtails to pull on. Using them like handlebars to hold onto and feed his cock in and out. Pulling the strands of hair between his digits each time your teeth barely scrape along his size.

Subtly reaching beneath yourself to glide the plug free from your hole, you agree to whatever he keeps spewing on about. Lapping up every inch, spitting out globs of messy saliva with a pained expression as if it disgusts you to do as he says. Half torn by your attraction to each of them and by how immoral and wrong this is all supposed to be.

“Never sucked a dick in your life have you?” He spits, looping under your arms to pull you onto your feet. Pressing the center of your chest against a pole, it’s clear for anyone watching at home in the future now that you can easily be seen by the other train occupants. It’s not as if you’re aiming to win an Oscar for best motion picture, maybe an Adult Video nomination for best gangbang at best.

“Nice and open for me.” He huffs against your ear, all of this being picked up by the microphones hidden around. Jaemin would have their horny fanboying edited out later before final production. “Exactly how I like it.”

The shot of the fat tip of his reddened girth testing your rim would make anyone cum by this point if they haven’t. Despite prepping yourself prior to entering the set, he’s big, as expected based on Johnny’s hiring requirements. The bulbous cockhead burns, splitting past your asshole, gripping onto the back of your waist to further arch your ass out. He hisses the whole way watching with intense burning focus as you suck in every last inch. 

Hiding his face away against your shoulder, he blinks in a rush, chest trembling against your spine. “Fuck, you’re seriously so tight.”

To mess with him, you subtly circle your hips. Eager to see if he’s all talk after cussing you out to shut up over and over again. “Come in, give me that dick. Ruin my hole.”

Sunghoon has to bite down on his lip to not let out the most pathetic moan. Clutching your waist tightly as he draws out to the tip and repeats the same motion. “Keep talking like that..” he mumbles, going in faster with each thrust. “I’ll seriously never let you walk again.”

“Yeah? Then do it.” Bending lower, the sight before him becomes even more obscene. Plaid skirt flipped all the way up. Ruined white cotton panties stretched out to one side. Cock throbbing pink with raging veins burying inside of your ass. 

“Nasty fuck hole.” He growls, slapping your exposed buttcheek. “Fucking whore taking all of it.”

The way you bend completely, ass up in the air for him to use makes his stomach twist. Muscles twitching under his shirt as his hips crash down and your backside ripples upon impact. He can’t pretend that the most revisited window living amongst his incognito tabs isn’t your first on-screen anal. Allegedly the first time you’d ever taken it up the ass, he even has his favorite timestamps memorized for those days he needs to get off in less than 10 minutes. Clasping onto your buttcheeks, he pulls them further apart and slowly sinks in deeper. 

Exactly like that part at 13 minutes and 37 seconds when the camera zoomed in on your obscenely stretched out rim, only better because his dick looks so good buried deep inside of your ass.

“Get up.” He rumbles lowly, arms wrapping over your chest. The sudden impact of his hips slamming against you cutting off your breath. Using one of his arms to circle your head, he traps your neck in a firm chokehold. Ramming his dick in deep, the glide in and out smooth with precum bursting from his tip. The warm heat gripped around him mind boggling, more euphoric because he’s been here in fantasies. He’s fucked this ass in place of his palm, but the real thing could only ruin him forever. 

“Fuckfuck.” Sunghoon grits thinking about it. Bicep flexing large and cutting off your breathing the tighter he coils around your throat. Cock twitching between your ass cheeks as release pours out, most of it dripping out past his size onto the backs of your thighs, landing in loud plopping puddles on the floor. He has to bite down on your jawline to stop himself from fanboying over getting to fuck your ass. In disbelief after months of jerking off to a handful of his favorite go-to videos that you just so happened to star in(not that he watched his collection 50 more times this week alone). The chance to work with you again in the future can’t be ruined by a moment of weakness, no matter how victorious he feels right now.

“You tighten up so good around my cock.” Licking up to your ear, he cups the sides of your ass to squeeze and bury his fingers into the fleshy meat. Drawing out slowly, inch by painful inch gliding out torturously. “Sucked me dry little one.”

“Fuck man, I’m getting hard again.” Jake laughs, eyeing the bulge forming inside of his jeans. 

“Too bad.” Heeseung pushes off one of the poles, arms that had been snuggly crossed on his chest falling to his sides. “Want you all to myself now.” He mostly mouths, making it hard to hear with the message that’s for your ears only. “Come here.”

Pulling your arms to wrap over his shoulders, you strain to grasp onto him, tingling from head to toe with pleasure. The remaining three make more space by creating a wall with their bodies to block any curious eyes, mostly having forgotten that they’re supposed to be acting. 

Rule number one: No kissing on the lips. Ever. Can lead to termination.

He gulps, thumbs swiping over the wet and dry tears on your cheeks. It’s not an outlandish or weird rule, of course not. But he can’t ignore how pouty and inviting your mouth looks right now. Glossy with spit, inflamed from taking Sunghoon’s massive width. 

He really takes a good minute or longer to touch over your stomach, hands snaking underneath your unbuttoned top. Kneading and squeezing at your soft skin, tracing down to your hips to caress over how round and supple your ass feels in his hands, spilling out between his digits. 

There’s nothing to say between the two of you, essentially strangers about to fuck for the first time after taking 3 dicks. You still have to hold back a smile, tucking your chin in when he hauls you closer and squats down to capture your thighs. Exerting more strength than he appears able to and catching you off guard, setting your arms to cling tightly behind his neck. Not many would be bold enough to sink your weight down onto their dick to ride for the first time. The confidence radiating off of him reignites your initial excitement, still heavily trickling wetness. 

As much as he wants to throw you up and down his length with nothing to hold him back, he needs to see the moment his cock pushes inside of you. Gently resting your back against the carts wall, he pulls back just enough to direct the tip of his length between your drenched folds. He’s never seen it so angrily engorged, full of blood, veins visibly beating. But he’s waited long enough for this. Pushing lower, he dips in, slit kissing just past your entrance.

“Oh—“ whispering under his breath, he blinks furiously. Tucking his bottom lip in to bite down on. Cockhead gleaming back at him coated with your wet slick. It’s too good already to feel the heat emitting from your cunt, taut skin sucking around him ready to never let go. 

“Please.” You whine out, face so fucked out with your head rolling against the wall. Tugging at his hair, you softly moan. “Put it in.”

Fuck.

That’s really all it takes to snap his tenacity in half. He slams forward, hips jolting against yours. A vigorous speed breaking out, hammering his cock in deep. Heeseung grunts wildly, keeping the backs of your knees hooked over his biceps for leverage as he fucks into you without abandon. The once impassive unreadable look on his face morphing to an animalistic rabid one. Eyebrows dripping with sweat, eyes large and fierce, lips pulled back tight bringing out a sharp jawline and cheekbones. 

The moans you let out only drive him to fuck into you more violently, filling you with each inch of his thick long cock. He crushes you in, lungs squished by your legs being completely folded. The position allowing him to hit balls deep. The clap of his sack loudly slapping against your gaped asshole, booming off the compacted space around you.

It’s the right angle for the tip to bulge just beneath your navel. Taking a step back from the wall he firmly cups your ass. Fingers digging in hard to keep up his pace, the clapping bounce slapping against his hips and thighs loud, roaring thunderously through the bus. The guys behind him watch on, swallowing to quench their drying throats. It’s so pornographic, the muffled whimpers coming from your mouth buried against Heeseung’s chest. The loud claps of skin meeting skin. The thick wet cock stretching your hole open wide, and the recoil your ass gives with each unrelenting thrust. 

“Yes! Fuck!” He groans out too loud, head tossed back. The muscles lining his arms burning with effort. Each squat clenching his ass. “Such. A. Good. Little. Fucking. Slut.”

Each word gets shouted out with a rough jab of his hips, accompanied by your stinging ass smacking against him. He stills, teeth gritted, face covered with sweat. It’s the hardest release he’s had in a long time, not recalling cumming this hard since edging himself for 3 hours during a lonely thunderstorm. 

The warm release spills out with your slick, having weakly cum at some point mid-thrust. You scrambled to hold on tight, fearful of losing balance and falling the faster he kept going somehow. Only slowing down to press his cock inside of you one more time before pulling out fully. 

It’s a perfect shot to finish off, held over the camera on full display with loads of semen dripping down your inner thighs, pussy lips engorged and wrecked. It’s the climax anyone paying to watch would dream of. To get a close up look at your spread apart legs as Heeseung holds your weight up off the ground with shaking arms. The orgasm still sending shockwaves through his limbs, weakening the last bit of strength he has left.

“AND CUT!” Jaemin’s voice bellows, shoving through the extras that make their way to exit the set. “That was great! You guys did an awesome job.”

Heeseung securely hoists your thighs around his waist, slumping back onto a now emptied seat to catch his breath. “I know uh, aftercare is against the rules..” he mumbles softly by your ear, lightly tracing up your spine. “But is there anything you need me to do?”

“I’ll handle this.” The assistant Jaemin had hired recently, Chenle, rushes over with clean towels and a robe in hand. “You can go off and get cleaned up now.” 

Still half-asleep against his chest you try to nod, in dire need of a hot bath to soak in and soothe your limbs after being stretched out in all kinds of directions. Heeseung does his best to help you get back on your feet and get yours arms inside of the robe, taking one of the towels to clean himself off before gathering his bottoms.

“Was nice to meet you, I really hope we’ll be able to work together again in the future.” Near future he wants to emphasize, maybe even his next shoot if he can be so lucky. A solo scene involving only the two of you ideally. Then he could really impress you..

“I’m sure we will.” You smile sleepily, wrapping an arm around Chenle’s shoulders to hold yourself up. “Real soon.”  —————————

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