#bottom sunoo

[wonysugar]

sleepy | kim sunoo

synopsis : your cute boyfriend wakes up a sunday morning, still drowsy and not having fully processed that you left the city for a few days. he misses you a lot already and is right off the bat feeling all needy and sad now that you’re not next to him.<3

pairing : nonidol!sunoo x gf!femreader

genre : soft, cozy smut, fluffy domestic smut, oneshot

tags : heavily implied y/n, implied dom!femreader, pillow humping, while thinking about you<3, horny and needy sunoo, very heavily implied dom/sub relationship, sub!sunoo, some nipple play towards the end but it’s like two lines, hmm long distance, he misses you :(

warning : nothing :) this is one of my more cozy and soft works so have a blast!

word count : 912(?)

a/n : this has been in my drafts for so longg,,, just now decided to actually finish writing it so sawryy (still working on the hot rough lesbian phone sex with aeri + stripper whore sunoo guys stay tuned!!)

sleepy.

sleepiness was what sunoo felt right now, sleepiness was a feeling that he’d feel with you, as you two both woke up. usually, he’d open his eyes up to you, facing him as you’re deep in sleep, your mouth probably slightly open since you snore a lot in your sleep. despite how funny it may look to you, he’d find it a peaceful, and pretty visage, a painting that he would admire every inch and centimeter of. he was so infatuated with you, and he couldn’t get enough of showcasing that infatuation.

he couldn’t do any of that that day, though, as you weren’t next to him that morning. you organized a trip with your friends a few months back, and your flight turned out to be yesterday, so you weren’t even in the country. god, he knew he would miss you, but already? on the first day? the first hour??

he looked at the empty space in front of him, and he swore he could feel an empty space in his heart too, at that moment, a space almost as big as the one in the bed.

oh how he so desperately wanted to feel your skin against his, your fingers running along those curves of his that he knew you absolutely adored, your lips that he found so sweet, even with morning breath, kissing him everywhere on his face. his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, gradually going lower, down to the rest of his body. you getting on top as he’s squirming under you, letting out small giggles as you gently fall on him, cuddling him and teasing him about his hard-on, gently palming it as he whines.

before he knew it, reminiscing about your guys’ morning routine and everything that came with it made him get an actual boner. man, he really was missing you, a lot.

it didn’t take long before he sighed, grabbing one of the pillows next to him, bummed out and upset at the void he felt that was growing as each second passed by.

it’s not like he could even call you, it was about 8 'o'clock in the morning, he knew for a fact that you were still sound asleep. he’d have to take matters into his own hands and take care of himself for today, and probably for the next 2 days or so.

he hadn’t even realized that he started slowly grinding on the pillow he was holding between his legs before he felt the friction on his precum filled tip, his throbbing boner poking through the black boxers he wore to sleep yesterday. he was thinking about you, and how you’d take his cock in your mouth so well right now, telling him to stop covering his mouth so much because you “want to hear how good he’s feeling”, massaging his curvy thighs and ass as you take him whole.

he thought about how you sometimes call him your “pretty boy” as you’re fucking him slowly and gently in the ass, his back arched so well for you, because he know how much you like it when he does that. how he’d beg for you to go faster, and how he’d call you mommy at the end of every sentence he drowsily spoke, moaning out shamelessly as he feels you thrusting inside his walls. man, if the dildo you liked using on him wasn’t in another room, he would’ve grabbed it already.

he would have to settle, though. he quickly flipped the pillow he was humping and twisted it into a way that would make a hole, then took off his stained boxers, throwing them somewhere on the ground, he’d worry about it later. he immediately penetrated into it, his pretty dick twitching at the sensation of the fabric of the pillow, the softness of it reminding him of your own hands, imagining you jerking him off in front of the mirror as he sits on your lap, whilst you tell him to look at how slutty he was being for you.

it was embarrassing to him how quick you made him closer to climax, even while not being physically there with him, you drove him crazy, just the thought of you made him throb. he was whining, stopping himself from covering his mouth because he’s aware that you’d like hearing the noises that are coming out of him. feeling closer to cumming, he started thrusting faster, hearing your pretty voice in his imagination, telling him to be a good boy and to cum for you. he quickly pulled up his baggy black t-shirt and slid a hand under it, massaging his nipples and twisting them gently like you would, his moans getting louder as the minutes go by, his thrusts getting quicker and shorter.

that was the last thing he could do before he felt like finishing. soon enough, white and thick ropes spurt out of his dick as he accidentally moaned out your name one last time, he was cumming all over the white pillow with only, and exclusively, his girlfriend in mind. still thrusting into the hole, for good measure, he decides to

after minutes of heavy breathing and coming back to reality after orgasming, he actually felt a tad bit better about your absence. maybe it was just the post-nut clarity hitting, but it could also just be the realization that you’re gonna wake up soon, so he was gonna be able to talk to you. plus, he just made a whole mess like all over the pillow thinking about you, of course he would be satisfied.

so satisfied that he was planning on telling you all about it on the phone later.

[kaysaudiiz]

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[enimsiyobeht]

zzz... drabble.

mdni 💤 !! boypussy sunoo x amab reader. obvious ot7 harem. implied 8th member reader. use of pussy as sunoo's gential. fluffy smut imo, minor voyeurism, slick as lube if you squint, unprotected sex (yea wrap it up bud), p-in-v, sleepy & vanilla ts, subtle aftercare, jay & reader got beef.

The dorms always felt different after midnight.

Too quiet. Too still. Like any sound might echo down the hall and betray the heat building behind closed doors.

Sunoo was curled up on the couch in his room, hair still damp from his shower, oversized hoodie pooling around his bare thighs. You sat beside him, cross-legged, sipping water from a shared bottle. The kind of closeness they always pretended was casual.

But tonight, it lingered.

Every time their eyes met, it held just a little too long.

Every time your hand brushed his knee or arm or hip, Sunoo leaned into it like it was instinct. Like he’d been waiting.

You set the bottle down and turned toward him fully.

“You okay?” You asked softly.

Sunoo nodded. “Just tired. But… not enough to sleep.”

There was a pause.

Then, “You’re warm,” Sunoo added, voice quiet.

You smiled. “So are you.”

You opened your arm, just a little. A wordless invitation.

Sunoo didn’t hesitate.

He tucked himself into your side, thigh over thigh, hoodie riding up slightly as he curled close. His heartbeat was already faster than it should’ve been, and you could feel it against your chest.

“You know,” You murmured, lips near his ear, “I always wait for you to ask.”

Sunoo tilted his head. “Ask for what?”

“For me to touch you.”

Sunoo’s breath caught.

He looked up—flushed, doe-eyed, lips parted.

“I’m asking now.”

You didn’t make him repeat it.

You leaned in, kissing Sunoo softly, slowly, letting it build—just warmth and lips and quiet gasps. Sunoo’s body responded instantly, grinding softly without meaning to. He whined when your hand slid down his bare thigh and under the edge of the hoodie.

No underwear.

Of course.

“You little tease,” You whispered.

Sunoo’s voice trembled. “I knew you were coming over…”

That was all it took.

You laid him down gently, hoodie rucked up to his waist, fingers running between his legs—already slick, already fluttering open with need. His pussy was warm and begging, clenching around nothing.

Sunoo reached up and tugged at your shirt. “Want you inside.”

“You need to be quiet if I do.”

Sunoo nodded. “I’ll be good.”

And he was—at first.

You slid in slowly, watching every twitch of his face, the way his legs shook, the gasp that turned into a moan he barely caught behind his hand.

“Stretching so pretty,” You whispered. “So tight.”

Sunoo whimpered. “It’s big—feels good—”

You rolled your hips slowly, gently, dragging out every inch before easing back in. You leaned down, brushing their noses together.

“You feel perfect.”

Then the door opened.

They froze.

Jay stood in the doorway holding a charger, eyes wide, jaw slack. His mouth opened like he meant to say something—but no words came out.

Sunoo was pinned beneath you, legs over your waist, hoodie bunched around his stomach, red-faced and breathless. His walls clenched around the cock still buried inside him.

“Oh my god,” Jay said, voice cracking. “Sorry—I—I didn’t see—well, I did, but—I’ll just—yeah.”

He closed the door softly.

Silence.

Then—

Sunoo burst into giggles.

“Shut up,” You groaned, forehead dropping to Sunoo’s shoulder, but you were laughing too.

“He saw your ass.”

“He saw you stuffed full.”

Sunoo’s laugh turned into a whimper when you shifted your hips again, cock nudging deep.

“Still want me to stop?”

“No,” Sunoo gasped, gripping your shoulders. “Just… go slow again.”

And you did.

Slower this time, dragging every sound out of Sunoo’s throat, every tremble from his thighs, every whisper of please into something only the two of them would remember—even if the dorm wasn’t as quiet as before.

blooper

The dorm was quiet again.

Sunoo had drifted off against his pillow not long after he’d come—soft sighs turning into slow, sleepy breathing, his body still bare under the bunched-up hoodie, cum dripping lazily from between his legs.

You pulled the blanket up to cover him and pressed a kiss to his temple. He was warm and fucked-out and peaceful.

God, you thought. He’s beautiful.

But also—you were thirsty.

So, like any responsible (and freshly wrecked) boytoy, you grabbed a hoodie of your own, tugged on some sweats, and tiptoed out of the room. The hallway was dead quiet. Not a sound.

You padded barefoot into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and reached for a bottle of water.

Then heard the shuffle of socks.

You turned just in time to see Jay—again.

Holding a granola bar. Mouth half-open. Staring.

You blinked.

Jay blinked back.

“No hoodie thiefs in here,” You said dryly, taking a sip from his water.

Jay raised a brow. “You do realize I just saw you balls deep in Sunoo like two hours ago, right?”

You smirked. “You do realize you opened an unlocked door without knocking.”

Jay stared at you a moment longer. “Fair.”

They both leaned against opposite counters, chewing—granola on one side, water and smug energy on the other.

Jay shook his head slowly. “Sunoo looked like he was about to cry. In a good way. But still.”

“He was,” You said, nonchalantly. “He asked me to.”

Jay made a strangled noise and turned to walk out, muttering something that definitely sounded like “I hate this household.”

Before he could fully disappear, you called after him:

“Night, hyung.”

Jay didn’t look back, just raised a middle finger over his shoulder and kept walking.

Back in Sunoo’s room, you slid into bed beside the sleeping boy, pulling him close. Sunoo murmured something incoherent and buried his face in your chest.

You smiled, brushing hair from his forehead.

Still warm. Still beautiful.

sorry this was so ass

[lagrya]

Imagine CatBoy Sunoo

Isso aqui tem temática de hibrido e os caralho. Por favor, não problematizem. Apenas aproveitem.

Morar em Seul tem sido um desafio e tanto para S/N. Embora a cidade seja vibrante e cheia de possibilidades, a distância de casa começa a pesar. Sem o apoio da família e dos amigos, ele se sente cada vez mais solitário, e a rotina intensa não ajuda. Dividido entre o trabalho e a faculdade, ele mal encontra tempo para si mesmo.

Os dias parecem longos e repetitivos, e, mesmo em meio a tantas pessoas, ele sente uma profunda solidão. S/N tenta ocupar a mente, se dedicando aos estudos e às responsabilidades profissionais, mas há momentos em que gostaria de uma conexão mais profunda, alguém com quem pudesse compartilhar suas inquietações e saudades de casa. A vida em Seul o empurra para se tornar mais independente, mas também o leva a refletir sobre o que realmente o faz feliz e completo.

Uma tarde, enquanto eles estavam na biblioteca, Jake observou S/N em silêncio, notando a expressão cansada e o olhar distante do amigo.

— Você parece esgotado — comentou Jake, puxando uma cadeira ao lado de S/N.

— Eu só… — S/N suspirou, tentando encontrar as palavras. — Tudo parece mais pesado do que eu imaginava. Achei que morar aqui seria incrível, mas a verdade é que… me sinto sozinho.

Jake cruzou os braços, pensativo, e então sorriu de leve, como se uma ideia acabasse de surgir em sua mente.

— Que tal adotar um híbrido?

— Um híbrido? Tipo… um híbrido animal?

S/N levantou os olhos, surpreso. Ele já havia notado híbridos pelas ruas de Seul, acompanhando seus donos. Eram seres fascinantes, com uma mistura intrigante de características humanas e animais. Alguns tinham orelhas felpudas, caudas que balançavam a cada passo, ou até garras discretas, e existiam em uma grande variedade de tipos. Ele lembrava de ter ouvido sobre os debates polêmicos em torno deles. Nos últimos tempos, os híbridos vinham buscando direitos iguais aos dos seres humanos, mas isso era algo novo e ainda pouco aceito pela sociedade.

Para muitos, eles eram considerados apenas animais de estimação, leais e obedientes, mas, para outros, eram mais do que isso. Alguns humanos pareciam genuinamente apegados aos seus híbridos, tratando-os como parte da família, enquanto outros os viam apenas como companhia conveniente. S/N se perguntava como seria conviver com um ser assim, que apesar de lembrar tanto um animal, tinha consciência e emoções complexas.

— Exatamente! — Jake assentiu, animado. — São mais independentes do que animais de estimação comuns, sabem cuidar de si mesmos e, ao mesmo tempo, são ótimos companheiros. Quer dizer, eles também têm seus instintos animais, mas são mais fáceis de lidar do que você pensa.

S/N riu, achando a sugestão um pouco estranha, mas ao mesmo tempo intrigante.

— Não sei… Parece uma grande responsabilidade. O dono responde por tudo que o híbrido fizer.

— Claro, tem uma responsabilidade, mas acho que você está precisando de alguém para te fazer companhia — insistiu Jake. — Olha, eles são leais e afetuosos, e com o tempo você vai perceber que eles podem ser quase como um amigo. Além disso, eu conheço um lugar que cuida muito bem dos híbridos antes de colocá-los para adoção. Posso te levar lá qualquer dia.

S/N suspirou, considerando a ideia.

— Não é uma má ideia… Talvez eu realmente deva tentar. Sabe, poderia ser bom ter alguém comigo em casa, mesmo que seja um híbrido.

Jake sorriu, satisfeito em ver o interesse no rosto de S/N.

— Então está combinado! No sábado, vou te buscar e a gente vai lá. Você vai ver, é uma experiência incrível.

S/N sorriu de volta, sentindo um pouco de expectativa pela primeira vez em semanas.

— Obrigado, Jake. Acho que estou começando a gostar dessa ideia.

Na manhã de sábado, Jake chegou na porta do apartamento de S/N com um sorriso animado.

— Preparado? — perguntou, com uma empolgação quase contagiante.

S/N assentiu, tentando acalmar o frio no estômago. Logo, entraram no carro e seguiram pelas ruas movimentadas de Seul. Não demorou muito até que chegassem ao local: uma grande instituição elegante, com um jardim bem cuidado e uma fachada de arquitetura moderna, nada parecida com os abrigos de animais comuns.

— Uau… — S/N murmurou, impressionado com o ambiente. — Não esperava algo assim.

Jake deu uma risadinha.

— Pois é, eles realmente cuidam bem dos híbridos aqui. Esse lugar foi feito para que eles se sintam confortáveis, seguros e preparados para encontrar um lar.

Ao entrarem, foram recebidos por uma atendente com um sorriso gentil.

— Bom dia! Como posso ajudá-los?

Jake foi rápido em explicar.

— Meu amigo aqui está pensando em adotar um híbrido. Alguém que possa fazer companhia para ele, sabe?

A atendente assentiu, mantendo o sorriso caloroso.

— Claro! Temos vários híbridos jovens que estão ansiosos para encontrar um lar. — Ela fez um sinal para que eles a seguissem. — Vou levá-los até a sala de convivência, onde eles ficam nos momentos livres. Vocês podem observá-los e conversar com alguns deles.

S/N seguiu a atendente pelos corredores, observando as fotos de híbridos adotados nas paredes, com famílias sorridentes ao lado deles. Sentiu uma pontada de nervosismo, mas também um pouco de curiosidade sobre quem encontraria ali.

Ao chegarem à sala de convivência, viram vários híbridos. Alguns brincavam entre si, outros estavam ocupados com livros ou distraídos com seus próprios pensamentos. Cada um era diferente: alguns tinham características de gatos, com orelhas e caudas felinas, outros lembravam cães, coelhos, e até aves.

— Fique à vontade para interagir — disse a atendente. — E se algum deles te interessar, posso te dar mais informações sobre ele.

S/N respirou fundo, observando os híbridos ao seu redor. Ele se aproximou de um grupo que parecia mais quieto, e logo notou um jovem híbrido com características felinas, sentado no canto. S/N se aproximou e, com um sorriso hesitante, falou:

— Oi… tudo bem?

O híbrido, no entanto, nem levantou o olhar. Simplesmente ignorou S/N, segurando firme seu urso de pelúcia, um brinquedo marrom com olhos grandes e uma pequena gravata vermelha. O jovem híbrido voltou a brincar com o ursinho, apertando-o contra o peito e afundando o rosto em sua barriga de pelúcia, como se estivesse deliberadamente evitando qualquer interação.

Jake, que observava a cena de longe, deu uma risadinha e se aproximou de S/N.

— Parece que ele não está muito interessado, hein? — disse Jake, com um sorriso divertido.

S/N suspirou, um pouco desapontado, mas tentou mais uma vez.

— Eu… bem, eu sou S/N — apresentou-se, na esperança de que o híbrido ao menos reagisse ao ouvir seu nome.

Mas o híbrido apenas lançou um breve olhar em sua direção, uma expressão indiferente e quase desdenhosa em seus olhos, antes de voltar sua atenção ao ursinho, alisando cuidadosamente a gravata vermelha, como se aquilo fosse a coisa mais importante do mundo naquele momento.

Jake deu uma leve batidinha no ombro de S/N.

— Talvez ele só precise de um tempo. Quem sabe, se você tiver paciência, ele acabe se acostumando com você. Híbridos têm personalidades únicas; alguns são mais desconfiados no começo.

S/N deu um leve sorriso, achando a situação engraçada, apesar da frustração inicial.

— Talvez você esteja certo… — murmurou ele, olhando de volta para o híbrido. — Acho que vou tentar conversar com ele mais um pouco.

Com cuidado, ele se sentou ao lado, mantendo uma distância respeitosa para não assustá-lo, e apenas observou em silêncio, dando ao híbrido o tempo que ele parecia precisar.

Enquanto S/N se acomodava ao lado do híbrido, a atendente se aproximou com um sorriso compreensivo.

— Esse é o Sunoo — explicou ela, num tom baixo, como se soubesse que ele não gostava de muita atenção. — Ele tem 21 anos e é um híbrido de gato. É um pouco desconfiado no começo, mas é um bom garoto.

S/N olhou para Sunoo, que continuava distraído com o ursinho de pelúcia, ainda sem dar muita atenção à conversa. A atendente continuou:

— Ele adora coisas macias e pelúcias. Esse ursinho é o favorito dele, e ele sempre o carrega. Ah, e ele também gosta de lugares tranquilos, então costuma se afastar quando tem muita gente por perto. É um pouco independente, mas precisa de carinho e atenção, mesmo que demore para demonstrar isso.

S/N assentiu, absorvendo as informações. Observando Sunoo, percebeu que, apesar da expressão um pouco distante e da postura independente, havia algo doce nele. O carinho com que segurava o ursinho, o jeito cuidadoso de arrumar a gravatinha… era como se Sunoo tivesse uma camada de proteção que precisava ser respeitada.

A atendente sorriu novamente.

— Se você decidir adotá-lo, tenha em mente que ele vai demorar um pouco para se abrir. Ele gosta de ganhar a confiança aos poucos, mas quando cria um vínculo, é extremamente leal.

S/N olhou para Sunoo mais uma vez, imaginando como seria conviver com aquele híbrido tão único e cheio de personalidade. Ele se sentiu desafiado e, ao mesmo tempo, mais curioso do que nunca.

— Acho que posso lidar com isso — disse, olhando para a atendente e então para Jake, que observava tudo com um sorriso encorajador.

A atendente assentiu, satisfeita.

— Fico feliz em ouvir isso.

Decidido a tentar uma abordagem diferente, S/N se aproximou um pouco mais de Sunoo e, com cuidado, estendeu a mão em direção às orelhas felinas, fazendo um carinho leve. O toque foi delicado, e S/N se preparou para o caso de Sunoo afastá-lo.

Para sua surpresa, Sunoo ficou imóvel por um segundo, e então, de repente, seus instintos afloraram. Ele virou-se rapidamente, pulando sobre S/N e o encarando com olhos brilhantes. Sunoo aproximou o rosto do pescoço de S/N e começou a farejá-lo de perto, com um olhar intrigado e curioso.

— Ei! — S/N exclamou, surpreso com a reação inesperada.

A atendente e Jake soltaram risadas discretas enquanto observavam a cena, divertidos. Logo, a atendente explicou, com um sorriso malicioso.

— Ah, entendi o porquê desse interesse repentino. Esse perfume que você está usando tem o cheiro de jasmim, e essa é a flor favorita do Sunoo. Ele adora o aroma e sempre fica animado quando sente algo assim.

S/N olhou para Sunoo, que parecia ainda mais encantado, cheirando-o com interesse renovado.

— É sério? Que coincidência! — murmurou S/N, sorrindo enquanto deixava Sunoo farejá-lo sem problemas.

Sunoo parou por um momento, ainda com o rosto próximo ao de S/N, e, pela primeira vez, seus olhos brilhavam com um traço de curiosidade e até mesmo afeto. Ele se afastou um pouco, ainda segurando seu ursinho de pelúcia, mas agora parecia mais aberto, quase como se estivesse disposto a dar uma chance ao estranho humano que cheirava tão bem.

— Acho que agora ele gostou de você — disse Jake, tentando conter uma risadinha. — Ou pelo menos do seu perfume.

Sunoo finalmente o encarou e, com um ar um pouco menos defensivo, resmungou baixinho:

— O cheiro é bom. Não é todo dia que alguém cheira a jasmim…

S/N sorriu para Sunoo, aproveitando a oportunidade para tentar uma conexão.

— Eu também adoro jasmim, Sunoo. E, olha… — ele abaixou um pouco o tom, quase como se estivesse contando um segredo — tenho muitas pelúcias de quando era criança em casa. Acho que você adoraria vê-las.

Os olhos de Sunoo brilharam um pouco, embora ele tentasse disfarçar. Ele apertou seu ursinho contra o peito e lançou um olhar desconfiado para S/N, como se quisesse parecer desinteressado. Mas não resistiu a perguntar, com um toque de curiosidade na voz:

— Muitas pelúcias? Que tipos?

S/N segurou um sorriso, percebendo que tinha fisgado o interesse de Sunoo.

— De todos os tipos. Tenho um urso grande, que era o meu favorito, mas também coelhos, cachorros, até um dinossauro. — Ele deu uma risadinha. — São praticamente uma coleção.

Sunoo o observou por mais um momento, ainda tentando manter a pose de desinteresse, mas seus olhos mostravam que ele estava claramente tentado.

— Hm… talvez eu pudesse ver. Só para garantir que são boas pelúcias — respondeu ele, tentando disfarçar o entusiasmo.

A atendente sorriu ao ver o avanço entre os dois e olhou para S/N, satisfeita.

— Parece que você conquistou o coração dele com jasmim e pelúcias.

Jake olhou para S/N com um sorrisinho provocador e lançou a pergunta:

— Você não quer ver outras opções? — sugeriu, enquanto olhava de relance para os outros híbridos ao redor.

S/N hesitou, ainda ao lado de Sunoo. A verdade era que ele já havia gostado de Sunoo, mas não achava ruim a ideia de conhecer mais opções, afinal, adotar um híbrido era uma decisão importante. Ele começou a se levantar lentamente, tentando não parecer desinteressado, mas antes que pudesse dar um passo, sentiu algo firme e macio segurando sua perna.

Olhou para baixo e viu Sunoo agarrado à sua perna, segurando-o com determinação. Os olhos de Sunoo brilhavam com um toque de possessividade, e ele, sem hesitar, declarou:

— Não! Eu quero esse humano, ele é meu.

S/N sentiu o rosto corar levemente, surpreendido pela reação inesperada do híbrido. Sunoo o encarava com uma expressão que misturava teimosia e um certo carinho, apertando a perna dele como se temesse que ele fosse embora.

Jake riu baixinho, achando a cena adorável.

— Parece que a escolha já foi feita — disse ele, cruzando os braços e olhando para S/N com um sorriso divertido.

S/N se abaixou um pouco, colocando a mão suavemente sobre a cabeça de Sunoo.

— Você realmente me escolheu, hein? — perguntou S/N, com um sorriso gentil.

Sunoo assentiu, ainda agarrado a ele.

— Claro. Não vou deixar você escolher outro, então pode desistir disso.

S/N riu baixinho e olhou para Jake e a atendente, finalmente tomando sua decisão.

— Acho que encontrei meu companheiro.

A atendente sorriu ao ver que S/N e Sunoo já estavam tão confortáveis um com o outro, uma conexão evidente. Ela pegou os papéis e começou a preencher a ficha de adoção enquanto explicava de maneira prática e objetiva:

— Perfeito, vou começar a preencher a ficha de adoção. Depois discutimos a taxa de pagamento.

S/N concordou, observando enquanto a atendente registrava as informações, e logo a papelada estava completa. Ele então pagou a taxa, que parecia justa considerando o que Sunoo já demonstrava ser — um híbrido incrível, e, ao que parecia, muito especial.

Quando a transação foi concluída, a atendente olhou para S/N com um sorriso mais sério, alertando-o:

— Agora, antes que você leve o Sunoo para casa, há algo que preciso te dizer… Tome cuidado durante os períodos de acasalamento. — Ela fez uma pausa, observando S/N e Sunoo com atenção. — Durante essas fases, o comportamento dele pode mudar drasticamente. Ele… se torna outra pessoa. Mais difícil de lidar e bem mais possessivo.

S/N franziu o cenho, pensativo.

— O que você quer dizer com "outra pessoa"? — perguntou ele, preocupado. Não estava certo do que esperar, mas queria entender.

A atendente suspirou, como se estivesse habituada a explicar isso a novos donos de híbridos.

— Sunoo, como muitos híbridos de gato, se torna extremamente territorial e pode ficar agressivo com qualquer outra pessoa que considere uma ameaça. E mais importante, ele vai querer ser o centro de sua atenção, o que pode causar algumas dificuldades, especialmente se você tiver outros animais ou pessoas em casa.

Sunoo, que estava quieto ao lado de S/N, levantou o olhar para a atendente, seus olhos meio desafiadores.

— Eu não sou agressivo, só cuido do que é meu — murmurou Sunoo, quase como uma defesa.

S/N olhou para ele, surpreso pela sinceridade, mas também sentindo um pouco de carinho por Sunoo naquele momento.

— Não se preocupe, Sunoo. Eu vou te dar toda a atenção que você precisar. — Ele sorriu, tentando aliviar qualquer tensão. — Vou cuidar bem de você.

A atendente deu um sorriso cauteloso, como se soubesse que essa fase de adaptação poderia ser um pouco turbulenta.

— Eu espero que sim, mas é importante que você esteja ciente. Isso pode ser um desafio, especialmente durante os períodos de acasalamento.

S/N assentiu, agora com mais cuidado, mas ainda determinado.

— Entendido. Vamos dar o nosso melhor, não é, Sunoo?

Sunoo apenas respondeu com um olhar satisfeito, como se já estivesse confortável com sua escolha.

A viagem de volta para o apartamento de S/N foi tranquila, com Sunoo comportando-se de maneira relativamente calma. Ele parecia intrigado com o movimento das ruas de Seul, seus olhos felinos brilhando com curiosidade à medida que observava os carros, as pessoas e os prédios altos. Mesmo estando no banco de trás do carro, ele não conseguia deixar de se encantar com o que via.

S/N, que estava dirigindo, olhava de vez em quando para o espelho retrovisor, notando como Sunoo parecia fascinado com o mundo ao redor. Ele se sentiu bem com isso, como se tivesse feito a escolha certa.

— Nunca imaginou como seria viver em um lugar tão movimentado assim? — perguntou Jake, sorrindo ao perceber a expressão maravilhada de Sunoo.

Sunoo, ainda observando as ruas com os olhos atentos e curiosos, deu de ombros, mas seu sorriso tímido dizia tudo.

— Não realmente… mas é bonito aqui. Tem muita coisa acontecendo.

S/N sorriu para si mesmo, se sentindo cada vez mais confortável com a companhia do híbrido.

— Eu vou te mostrar tudo o que você precisa saber sobre nossa casa e sobre como as coisas funcionam por aqui. Vai ser bom para nós dois.

Sunoo apenas assentiu, mas seus olhos ainda estavam fixos nas janelas, observando com fascínio as ruas, as vitrines, os prédios, e a vida agitada de Seul. Ele parecia absorver cada detalhe, como se estivesse finalmente encontrando algo novo e empolgante para explorar.

Depois de deixar Jake em sua própria casa e chegaram ao apartamento, S/N estacionou o carro e desceu, indo até a porta da frente. Sunoo, agora mais calmo, seguiu-o até a entrada, ainda mantendo um certo distanciamento, mas com uma leveza em seus passos, como se já estivesse se acostumando com o ambiente ao redor.

— Bem-vindo ao seu novo lar, Sunoo. — S/N sorriu enquanto abria a porta, fazendo um gesto para que ele entrasse.

Sunoo olhou para ele brevemente e então, como se finalmente se permitisse sentir um pouco de pertencimento, entrou no apartamento com um pequeno passo de confiança. Ele olhou ao redor, seus olhos brilhando com a novidade do ambiente.

— É… bem aconchegante — murmurou ele, com um leve sorriso nos lábios.

S/N fechou a porta atrás de si e sorriu, aliviado por tudo ter corrido bem até agora. Ele se abaixou para pegar algumas das pelúcias que tinha guardado e se aproximou de Sunoo com elas.

— Eu trouxe algo para você ver — disse, com um tom divertido, estendendo uma das pelúcias mais fofas.

Sunoo, sem muita expectativa, olhou para o brinquedo e, em um movimento quase automático, estendeu a mão para pegá-lo, seu olhar suavizando ao tocar o tecido macio. Ele não disse nada, mas S/N percebeu como seus olhos brilharam. Era um bom começo.

— Você vai gostar de morar aqui, tenho certeza — disse S/N com um sorriso tranquilo, enquanto observava Sunoo explorar o lugar com mais atenção.

Os dias de S/N começaram a seguir uma rotina tranquila, embora com um toque de novidade a cada momento. Ele acordava cedo, se preparava para o trabalho e saía para a cafeteria onde passava a maior parte do dia. No entanto, sempre com o pensamento em seu novo companheiro em casa, esperando para vê-lo novamente mais tarde.

Quando ele retornava ao apartamento, Sunoo sempre o recebia com uma energia única. Às vezes, o híbrido estava na janela, observando a rua, e outras vezes, ele se aninhava no sofá, com seu urso de pelúcia preferido. O vínculo entre eles parecia crescer a cada dia, mesmo com as pequenas mudanças no comportamento de Sunoo, que às vezes se mostrava mais carente ou, por outro lado, mais independente. No fundo, S/N sabia que estava tomando um cuidado extra com o híbrido, garantindo que ele se sentisse em casa.

À noite, após o trabalho e a faculdade, S/N sempre preparava um jantar simples, e então, se acomodava no sofá com Sunoo ao seu lado, compartilhando uma sessão de filmes. Era um ritual confortável. Sunoo se aninhava ao seu lado, com a cabeça descansando em seu colo ou, às vezes, deitado nos pés de S/N, enquanto ele assistia com a atenção dividida entre a tela e o híbrido. A presença de Sunoo sempre trazia uma sensação de tranquilidade, como se o mundo lá fora, com suas preocupações e pressões, ficasse um pouco mais distante.

Nos momentos de descanso, S/N se permitia relaxar, deixando Sunoo se aconchegar com ele, a companhia reconfortante sendo o único pedido do dia. O híbrido, apesar de ser um pouco imprevisível em certos momentos, parecia entender a necessidade de S/N por um pouco de paz e calma, e muitas vezes se comportava de forma protetora e atenciosa, deitando-se ao seu lado quando o cansaço começava a tomar conta.

As sessões de filmes se tornavam momentos cada vez mais especiais, com S/N às vezes rindo das piadas bobas do filme e, outras vezes, se perdendo no silêncio, apenas apreciando a presença de Sunoo ao seu lado. Quando o filme terminava, S/N se deitava na cama, e Sunoo, com um pequeno pulo, se aconchegava ao seu lado. Eles passavam a noite em paz, com o som suave da respiração de Sunoo e o calor reconfortante de sua presença ao lado de S/N.

Cada dia parecia seguir dessa maneira confortável, como se um equilíbrio fosse encontrado entre o trabalho, a faculdade, e as pequenas alegrias de uma vida compartilhada com seu híbrido, agora mais do que um simples "animal de estimação", mas uma companhia especial que trazia serenidade ao seu cotidiano.

S/N estava no meio de sua rotina habitual, sentado no sofá e brincando com Sunoo, quando algo chamou sua atenção. O híbrido, normalmente com um cheiro doce e leve, parecia ter um aroma mais forte e menos agradável do que o habitual. Era um cheiro que não podia ser ignorado, um leve odor de suor misturado com algo mais. S/N franziu o cenho, notando a mudança enquanto acariciava as orelhas de Sunoo, que estava aninhado ao seu lado.

— Sunoo… — S/N perguntou, com uma expressão ligeiramente preocupada. — Você está… bem? Tem algo estranho no seu cheiro.

Sunoo, que estava distraído com um brinquedo, olhou para S/N, com seus olhos felinos agora atentos, e deu um pequeno resmungo. Ele parecia um pouco desconfortável com a pergunta, mas não desviou o olhar.

— Eu… não sei — disse ele, virando o rosto para o lado e evitando o olhar de S/N. — Acho que não me senti bem ultimamente.

S/N observou o comportamento de Sunoo e, após alguns segundos de reflexão, se inclinou mais para ele.

— Você está com cheiro forte, Sunoo… Acho que você precisa de um banho.

Sunoo, então, ficou em silêncio por um momento, os olhos de gato fixos em S/N, como se estivesse ponderando a sugestão. Ele não parecia totalmente à vontade com a ideia.

— Eu nunca tomei banho sozinho… — Sunoo murmurou, finalmente revelando algo que S/N não sabia. — Eu sempre precisei de alguém para me ajudar.

S/N ficou surpreso com essa revelação, seu olhar suavizando imediatamente. Ele podia perceber a vulnerabilidade na resposta de Sunoo. Não era apenas um problema de higiene, mas uma questão de confiança e dependência.

— Não se preocupe, eu posso te ajudar — S/N disse, sorrindo suavemente, tentando tranquilizar o híbrido. — Eu vou ser cuidadoso, você vai ver. É só um banho. Vai ficar tudo bem.

Sunoo ainda parecia hesitante, mas algo em seu olhar mostrou que ele confiava em S/N, mesmo que não soubesse como se comportar em uma situação como aquela.

— Eu… vou tentar confiar em você, então — Sunoo respondeu com um pequeno suspiro, sua voz ainda um pouco insegura.

S/N assentiu e se levantou do sofá, indo até o banheiro e preparando a banheira com água morna, colocando um pouco de shampoo suave para híbridos na água. Ele fez tudo com calma, procurando tornar o ambiente o mais confortável possível para Sunoo.

Sunoo entrou na banheira com cautela, seus movimentos um pouco desajeitados, e logo um arrepio percorreu seu corpo quando o calor da água o envolveu. Era estranho. A sensação do líquido quente contra seu pelo, especialmente em sua cauda, causava uma leve dor, como se o calor fosse mais intenso do que ele esperava. Seus olhos se estreitaram, a desconfiança se fazendo presente enquanto ele olhava para S/N, que estava agora ao seu lado, se preparando para ajudá-lo.

— Isso… dói um pouco — Sunoo murmurou, a voz baixa, enquanto tentava se ajustar à temperatura da água. A sensação de vulnerabilidade o fez se encolher um pouco, seus olhos ainda desconfiados.

S/N, percebendo o desconforto de Sunoo, se inclinou mais perto dele, sua expressão suavizando com empatia. Ele colocou a mão na água, ajustando a temperatura para que ficasse mais amena, tentando encontrar o equilíbrio ideal para o híbrido.

— Desculpe, Sunoo. Eu vou diminuir um pouco a temperatura, ok? — S/N disse com calma, olhando atentamente para ele. Ele tocou suavemente na cauda de Sunoo, tentando tranquilizar o híbrido. — Vai ficar mais confortável, prometo.

Sunoo olhou para o humano, suas orelhas se movendo levemente, e observou sua expressão gentil. Ele não estava acostumado a esse tipo de cuidado, mas a suavidade com que S/N estava agindo começou a acalmá-lo. Algo no gesto, na forma como S/N estava tratando dele, fez com que ele relaxasse um pouco. Talvez fosse o fato de que ninguém nunca lhe dera tanto cuidado, nem mesmo as cuidadoras da instituição, que sempre tinham pressa devido ao grande número de híbridos sob sua responsabilidade.

— Eu não sabia que seria assim — Sunoo disse, um pouco surpreso com o toque suave de S/N ao começar a esfregar gentilmente seu corpo. Ele ainda sentia um certo desconforto com a água quente, mas o toque de S/N era diferente. Era lento, cuidadoso, e isso o fazia sentir-se mais calmo a cada movimento.

O híbrido fechou os olhos por um momento, a sensação de estar sendo tocado de forma tão cuidadosa e tranquila o fazendo se perder em pensamentos. Não era algo novo, mas o toque de S/N tinha algo especial. Algo que ele não experimentava há muito tempo. Na instituição, os banhos eram rápidos, impessoais, feitos para que todos os híbridos pudessem ser cuidados o mais rápido possível. Não havia espaço para carinho, para um toque que não fosse apenas funcional.

Agora, com S/N ao seu lado, ele começou a entender a diferença. A sensação estranha de estar sendo tocado, massageado com cuidado, começou a se transformar em algo mais agradável, quase confortável. Seu corpo ainda estava tenso, mas a confiança que estava começando a depositar em S/N fez com que ele se permitisse relaxar um pouco mais.

— Isso é… mais gentil do que eu imaginei — Sunoo disse, a voz um pouco mais suave, enquanto se acomodava na água, permitindo que S/N continuasse o banho. Ele não sabia bem como expressar, mas a experiência parecia ser uma espécie de alívio para ele, como se um peso que carregava há muito tempo estivesse sendo retirado, pouco a pouco.

S/N sorriu, sentindo o híbrido começar a relaxar sob seus cuidados. Ele continuou a esfregar delicadamente o pelo de Sunoo, tomando seu tempo e respeitando os limites do híbrido, enquanto a água morna ajudava a aliviar a tensão de seu corpo.

— Eu só quero que você se sinta confortável, Sunoo — disse S/N suavemente, a voz calma e reconfortante. — Você não precisa se preocupar, eu vou cuidar de você.

Depois de tudo devidamente limpo S/N se levantou lentamente da banheira, planejando dar a Sunoo um tempo para aproveitar a água sozinho, mas antes que pudesse dar um passo, algo inesperado aconteceu. Sunoo, que até então parecia relaxado na água, de repente puxou S/N com força. O movimento foi tão abrupto que S/N perdeu o equilíbrio e caiu para dentro da banheira, caindo diretamente no colo de Sunoo, a água espirrando ao redor enquanto suas roupas se encharcavam instantaneamente.

Sunoo, visivelmente surpreso com a reação do humano, parecia um pouco confuso, mas a proximidade repentina deixou ambos sem reação por um instante. Seus rostos estavam tão próximos agora, quase a ponto de seus lábios se tocarem. O ar entre eles parecia carregado de uma tensão sutil, mas inegável, enquanto os dois ficavam paralisados pela situação.

S/N podia sentir o calor da água em sua pele, agora misturado com o calor de Sunoo que o envolvia. O híbrido, que estava segurando S/N em seus braços, olhou para ele com olhos ligeiramente arregalados, ainda não entendendo completamente o que havia feito.

— Eu… — Sunoo começou a dizer, sua voz mais baixa, como se fosse difícil falar enquanto observava o rosto de S/N tão próximo ao seu. — Desculpe… Eu não queria te assustar.

S/N, com o coração acelerado e a respiração um pouco mais difícil, apenas olhou para o híbrido.. Eles estavam tão próximos que podia até sentir a leve pressão no peito de Sunoo enquanto ele segurava seu corpo, quase como se o híbrido não soubesse o que fazer com a situação.

— Sunoo… — S/N murmurou, sua voz baixa, ainda atordoado pela proximidade repentina. Ele não sabia se deveria se afastar ou se deveria permanecer ali, imerso no calor da água e na sensação de que algo estava mudando entre eles.

Sunoo, vendo que S/N parecia tenso, hesitou por um momento. Seu rosto ficou ligeiramente ruborizado, e seus olhos desviaram para os lábios de S/N, como se estivesse tentando entender o que estava acontecendo.

Finalmente, com um suspiro leve, Sunoo falou, sua voz agora mais suave e ansiosa.

— Eu… não… Eu não queria que você fosse…

S/N sentiu o coração bater mais forte no peito, a sensação de estar nas mãos de Sunoo, tão vulnerável e ao mesmo tempo reconfortante, tomou conta dele. Ele não soubera como reagir, mas ao ouvir as palavras de Sunoo, uma sensação estranha e calorosa se espalhou por seu corpo.

— Eu estou aqui com você — S/N respondeu, sua voz hesitante, mas sincera. Ele não sabia onde aquilo iria levar, mas o que estava acontecendo entre eles agora era algo novo, algo que ele nunca tinha experimentado.

O silêncio se seguiu por um momento, onde os dois simplesmente se olharam, imersos na água e no peso daquilo que estava começando a florescer entre eles, sem palavras ou explicações para o que estava acontecendo.

S/N sentiu um suspiro de alívio quando finalmente recebeu a confirmação de que estava sendo liberado das obrigações do trabalho por algumas semanas. As férias eram um presente bem-vindo, principalmente após os últimos meses de intensa correria entre faculdade e trabalho. Agora, ele teria tempo de sobra para se dedicar a Sunoo, algo que ele não sabia o quanto desejava até aquele momento.

Ele sorriu para si mesmo enquanto pegava a bolsa para se preparar para sair, ansioso para voltar para casa e passar o resto da tarde com o híbrido. Já fazia algum tempo que não tinham um momento mais tranquilo juntos, sem as pressões de seu trabalho ou os compromissos da faculdade.

Ao chegar em casa, foi recebido com um sorriso de Sunoo, que estava brincando com um dos seus brinquedos favoritos. Sunoo parecia mais relaxado desde que chegaram juntos ao apartamento, e S/N se sentiu mais conectado com ele a cada dia que passava. Era uma sensação nova, reconfortante, mas também um pouco assustadora — ele não estava acostumado a se preocupar tanto com alguém, a querer estar ao lado de alguém o tempo todo.

— Ei, Sunoo, adivinha? — S/N disse, com um brilho nos olhos enquanto se aproximava do híbrido. — Estou de férias! Agora temos o dia inteiro para passar juntos. O que você acha?

Sunoo, que estava com a atenção focada em seu brinquedo, olhou para S/N com os olhos brilhando de curiosidade. Ele não compreendia muito bem o conceito de férias, mas a ideia de passar mais tempo com S/N o animava.

— Férias? — Sunoo perguntou, inclinando a cabeça para o lado, claramente intrigado com o termo. — Isso significa que você vai ficar em casa o tempo todo?

S/N riu da reação de Sunoo e assentiu.

— Isso mesmo. Podemos fazer o que quiser, ir aonde quiser, passar o tempo juntos sem pressa. Eu quero aproveitar esses dias ao máximo com você.

Sunoo sorriu timidamente, um sorriso que fazia seu coração bater mais rápido. Ele se aproximou de S/N, colocando as mãos nas laterais do corpo dele, como se tentando absorver o significado daquelas palavras.

— Eu… gosto disso. Eu gostaria de passar o tempo com você. Vai ser bom. — Sunoo murmurou, e o jeito como ele olhava para S/N fez com que o humano sentisse uma onda de carinho por ele.

S/N se inclinou, colocando uma das mãos na cabeça de Sunoo, acariciando suas orelhas com suavidade. O toque fez com que o híbrido fechasse os olhos, relaxando instantaneamente sob os carinhos.

— Eu também gosto de passar o tempo com você — disse S/N com sinceridade. — Vai ser ótimo, Sunoo. Vamos fazer muitas coisas juntos.

O ambiente entre eles parecia mais leve e tranquilo agora, a promessa de dias mais calmos e juntos criando uma sensação de felicidade compartilhada. E S/N sabia que, com esse tempo livre, poderia se dedicar a Sunoo de uma forma mais completa, dando-lhe o carinho e a atenção que o híbrido realmente merecia.

Os primeiros dias foram, sem dúvida, os mais especiais e animados que ele tinha vivido em muito tempo. Sunoo, com sua energia encantadora e seus hábitos tão peculiares, trouxe uma nova cor à vida de S/N, que se via, a cada instante, mais conectado ao híbrido.

No shopping, Sunoo parou em frente a uma loja de acessórios para animais e, com olhos brilhantes, puxou S/N até uma vitrine de coleiras. Entre todas, ele escolheu uma coleira azul bebê com um pequeno sino dourado e olhou para S/N com uma expressão irresistível.

— Por favor? Ela é tão bonitinha! — Sunoo pediu, fazendo um bico.

S/N não resistiu. Sabia que Sunoo estava feliz com coisas simples, mas aquela coleira parecia significar algo para ele. Com um sorriso, S/N finalmente assentiu, e os olhos de Sunoo brilharam enquanto ele corria para o espelho, admirando a nova coleira.

Na tarde seguinte, foram ao aquário, um lugar que S/N achou que Sunoo iria adorar. Mas ele não esperava que o híbrido fosse querer interagir tão… diretamente com os peixes.

— S/N! Olha esse peixe… ele parece tão delicioso! — Sunoo exclamou com entusiasmo, quase encostando o rosto no vidro.

S/N riu, tentando explicar.

— Sunoo, a gente não pode comer os peixes aqui. Eles são para ver e admirar, sabe? — disse, tentando acalmá-lo.

Sunoo franziu o cenho, um pouco chateado, mas logo voltou a se animar quando viram as águas-vivas iluminadas.

No parque de diversões, a empolgação de Sunoo foi ainda mais contagiante. Ele se encantou especialmente com a roda-gigante. Quando eles estavam no ponto mais alto, Sunoo olhou pela janela, fascinado pelas luzes da cidade abaixo, e virou-se para S/N, com os olhos brilhando de felicidade e admiração. O coração de S/N quase parou ao ver aquele olhar, tão puro e genuíno, voltado para ele. Era como se, naquele instante, o mundo inteiro fosse apenas os dois.

E então, no cinema, S/N teve certeza. Ao se acomodarem para o filme, Sunoo deitou a cabeça em seu ombro, adormecendo sem perceber. S/N, sentindo a respiração tranquila de Sunoo e seu calor ali ao lado, se pegou sorrindo. Ele não conseguia mais negar: estava completamente apaixonado pelo seu híbrido.

S/N passou aquela noite acordado, imerso na tela do laptop, pesquisando tudo o que podia sobre relacionamentos entre humanos e híbridos. Não havia uma lei específica que proibisse esse tipo de relação, mas as opiniões da sociedade eram complicadas. Muitos viam os híbridos como companheiros ou animais de estimação com um toque de humanidade, mas poucos aceitavam que pudessem ser parceiros românticos ou até mesmo ter uma relação tão íntima com um humano.

A cada artigo lido, S/N sentia uma mistura de alívio e receio. Ele não queria que Sunoo fosse tratado como algo inferior por estar com ele, mas sabia que essa escolha viria com julgamentos e olhares curiosos. Por um momento, pensou em desistir da ideia, tentando se convencer de que talvez fosse melhor manter a relação amigável, mas quando o pensamento de Sunoo surgiu em sua mente — com seu sorriso doce, seu olhar curioso e o jeito adorável que ele o tratava —, sentiu o coração apertar. "Eu não posso esconder o que sinto," pensou S/N, passando as mãos pelo rosto.

Ele se prometeu que, independentemente da opinião dos outros, faria o melhor para Sunoo.

S/N descobriu que Sunoo estava em período de acasalamento da pior forma possível. O híbrido, geralmente tão tranquilo e carinhoso, estava demonstrando um comportamento mais intenso. Ele ficava mais grudado em S/N, procurando sua companhia constantemente, quase como se não quisesse se afastar dele nem por um segundo. Às vezes, S/N encontrava Sunoo olhando-o de longe, com os olhos fixos e vigilantes, e embora ele não soubesse exatamente o que estava acontecendo, havia uma sensação de inquietação no ar.

Foi quando Jake apareceu para visitar que a situação se tornou mais clara.

S/N estava no sofá, conversando com Jake sobre um projeto de faculdade, quando notou que Sunoo, que estava sentado ao lado dele, estava mais agitado do que o normal. O híbrido não parava de se mexer, tocando S/N com mais frequência e, ocasionalmente, empurrando-se para mais perto dele. Jake não parecia perceber, mas S/N já começava a entender o motivo.

Enquanto Jake falava, Sunoo levantou-se repentinamente e começou a caminhar em círculos ao redor de S/N, um comportamento um tanto inquietante. S/N olhou para ele, tentando entender o que estava acontecendo.

— Sunoo, você está bem? — perguntou S/N, tentando chamar sua atenção.

Sunoo, com as orelhas baixas e uma expressão que S/N não conseguia ler, olhou para ele antes de virar a cabeça para Jake. Seus olhos estavam fixos no amigo de S/N, um olhar que parecia cheio de uma tensão inusitada. Jake não percebeu, ainda estava distraído com a conversa, mas a atmosfera na sala tinha mudado. Sunoo então se aproximou de S/N novamente, colocando uma mão firme sobre a dele, como se não quisesse que Jake chegasse mais perto.

— Sunoo… — S/N começou, confuso com a reação do híbrido, mas antes que pudesse continuar, Sunoo deu um passo à frente, colocando-se entre S/N e Jake.

— Pare de falar com S/N. Ele é meu. — Sunoo disse com uma voz baixa, quase inaudível, mas que fez S/N estremecer. O tom de possessividade era claro, e o olhar em seus olhos intensificava essa sensação. Ele estava de guarda, como se fosse proteger S/N de algo que só ele parecia perceber.

S/N sentiu um aperto no peito. Não sabia se deveria rir da situação ou ficar preocupado. O híbrido estava se tornando cada vez mais protetor, como se estivesse tentando afastar Jake sem entender completamente o motivo.

Jake, ainda sem perceber o que estava acontecendo, olhou para S/N com um sorriso curioso.

— Ei, o que foi com o Sunoo? Ele parece… diferente.

S/N, com um suspiro, olhou para o híbrido, que estava agora quase "encurralando" S/N contra o sofá, claramente não disposto a permitir que Jake se aproximasse mais. Era como se ele estivesse tentando afirmar sua posse, uma possessividade que S/N não sabia como lidar.

— Eu acho… que é o período de acasalamento dele — disse S/N, uma realização subindo lentamente em sua mente. Ele havia lido sobre os comportamentos dos híbridos em seus períodos de acasalamento, mas nunca pensou que o comportamento de Sunoo fosse se manifestar de forma tão clara. O híbrido estava sendo mais agressivo em proteger seu espaço e o humano que ele via como "seu".

Jake, ao perceber o que estava acontecendo, olhou para S/N com um sorriso malicioso.

— Ah, então é isso? Ele está… protegendo você de mim? — Jake disse com um tom divertido, mas também um pouco surpreso. — Parece que ele não quer dividir sua atenção com ninguém.

S/N, com uma expressão um tanto embaraçada, olhou para Sunoo. O híbrido ainda estava em posição de defesa, mas agora seus olhos estavam um pouco mais suaves, como se estivesse apenas esperando uma confirmação de que S/N ainda o queria ali.

— Sunoo, tudo bem — S/N disse, tocando suavemente a cabeça do híbrido, tentando acalmá-lo. — Jake não está aqui para… te desafiar. Ele só quer conversar, ok?

Sunoo observava Jake com os olhos fixos. O híbrido não conseguia mais disfarçar o desconforto que sentia com a presença de Jake. Ele se movia inquieto, e sua cauda balançava de maneira nervosa, como se estivesse constantemente em alerta, pronto para reagir a qualquer movimento que Jake fizesse.

S/N, sentindo a tensão crescente, tentou mais uma vez acalmar Sunoo, colocando a mão em seu ombro.

— Sunoo, por favor, calma. Jake não quer fazer nada de ruim. Ele só veio conversar, só isso.

Mas Sunoo não parecia ouvir. Em vez disso, ele deu um passo à frente, com um movimento rápido, quase instintivo. O olhar de Sunoo estava fixo em Jake, e suas orelhas estavam abaixadas, como se ele estivesse pronto para defender o humano a qualquer custo.

Jake, agora percebendo a seriedade da situação, levantou uma sobrancelha, mas ainda tentava manter a conversa leve.

— Eu acho que ele não quer minha companhia por agora, S/N — Jake disse, com um sorriso travesso. — Vou dar um tempo, não se preocupe.

S/N ficou em silêncio, olhando para o híbrido, ainda tentando entender o que estava acontecendo. Sunoo estava claro agora: ele queria S/N só para ele. Não importava se Jake era um bom amigo ou não — no período de acasalamento, a possessividade de Sunoo parecia ser a única coisa que importava.

Sunoo se aproximou de S/N, colocando suas mãos nas laterais do corpo dele, com a postura decidida de quem não estava disposto a dividir sua atenção com ninguém. Ele olhou para Jake, que ainda estava no sofá, e seu olhar era feroz.

— Não… — Sunoo disse baixinho, mas de forma firme, sem desviar o olhar de Jake. — Ele é meu. Você vai embora.

A voz de Sunoo estava carregada de uma possessividade que não deixava espaço para discussão. Ele não queria dividir S/N com mais ninguém, nem por mais um segundo.

Jake, percebendo a seriedade da situação, olhou para S/N com um sorriso forçado, sem saber o que fazer. Ele se levantou devagar, levantando as mãos em sinal de rendição.

— Ok, ok, vou sair. Não precisa ficar nervoso — Jake disse, tentando suavizar o clima tenso. — A gente se fala depois, S/N. Você tem que cuidar do seu… amigo aqui.

S/N, ainda surpreso com a intensidade da reação de Sunoo, olhou para ele com um sorriso nervoso.

— Desculpa, Jake. Acho que o Sunoo… não está muito confortável com a sua presença agora — S/N disse, sentindo um pouco de culpa.

Jake deu um aceno com a cabeça e se virou para sair, sem causar mais problemas. Antes de sair pela porta, ele olhou para S/N mais uma vez.

— Cuidado com esse ciúme todo, S/N. — Jake sorriu de forma brincalhona, antes de sair finalmente, deixando os dois sozinhos.

Quando a porta se fechou, Sunoo relaxou um pouco, mas ainda não estava completamente tranquilo. Ele se virou para S/N, seus olhos suavizando enquanto dava um passo mais perto.

— Você é meu, S/N — Sunoo disse novamente, mais suavemente agora, mas com a mesma determinação. — Não quero que mais ninguém se aproxime de você.

S/N suspirou e, ainda um pouco atordoado com a reação de Sunoo, se abaixou para acariciar suas orelhas, tentando acalmá-lo.

— Eu sei, Sunoo. Você não precisa se preocupar. Eu estou aqui com você. — S/N disse, sorrindo levemente, tentando tranquilizar o híbrido.

A mente de Sunoo estava turva, tomada por uma neblina densa que o fazia agir sem pensar. Os instintos que ele havia controlado por tanto tempo, agora estavam fora de seu alcance, arrastando-o em direção a um desejo ardente e implacável de ter S/N somente para ele. Não importava o que S/N dissesse ou quisesse, naquele momento Sunoo sentia que nada mais importava, a necessidade de reivindicar o humano como seu era absoluta e urgente.

Ele observava S/N com olhos fixos, quase famintos, como se não o visse como o ser humano que era, mas como uma posse, algo que ele precisava para se sentir completo. Sua respiração estava irregular, o calor do período de acasalamento tomando conta dele, tornando-o mais possessivo a cada segundo.

Quando S/N tentou mais uma vez dar um passo para trás, tentando acalmar a situação e dar algum espaço, Sunoo não conseguiu mais se conter. Ele avançou com uma rapidez surpreendente, agarrando S/N pela cintura com uma força que o deixou sem fôlego. A temperatura do corpo de Sunoo estava quente, quase febril, e a pressão nos braços de S/N não dava sinais de que ele queria soltá-lo.

— Sunoo, por favor… — S/N tentou falar, sua voz trêmula, o pânico começando a se instalar em seu peito. Ele sabia que o híbrido estava perdido em seus próprios instintos, mas não sabia como lidar com isso sem que a situação se tornasse ainda mais perigosa.

Mas Sunoo, com os olhos ardendo de desejo, ignorou as palavras de S/N. Ele não queria ouvir. O que importava, naquele momento, era ter S/N ao seu lado, tê-lo em seus braços, sentindo o cheiro de sua pele, sentindo sua presença. Ele queria provar, queria deixar claro que S/N era dele, e ninguém mais poderia tocá-lo.

— Eu não vou deixar você ir — Sunoo murmurou, com a voz rouca, como se estivesse falando mais para si mesmo do que para S/N. — Não… não vou deixar.

Com uma força inesperada, ele puxou S/N para mais perto, quase esmagando-o contra seu corpo. O híbrido, em um momento de pura possessividade, começou a esfregar seu rosto no pescoço de S/N, como se estivesse marcando seu território.

S/N, sentindo-se cada vez mais preso e desesperado, tentou empurrar Sunoo para afastá-lo, mas não teve sucesso. Sunoo parecia mais forte, mais obstinado do que nunca. O sentimento de não ter controle sobre a situação fez o coração de S/N disparar.

— Sunoo… por favor… eu não posso… — a voz de S/N estava mais baixa agora, quase implorando, mas Sunoo não o ouvia. Ele só queria seguir seus próprios desejos.

A tensão no ar era palpável, e S/N sentiu o pânico começando a crescer em seu peito, misturado com a sensação de estar completamente impotente diante de alguém tão determinado. Ele precisava que Sunoo o ouvisse, que entendesse, mas, no fundo, sabia que nada disso importava enquanto o híbrido estivesse preso aos seus instintos.

— Eu não quero te machucar, Sunoo, mas você está indo muito longe… — S/N sussurrou, tentando se acalmar o suficiente para achar uma solução, mesmo enquanto o abraço de Sunoo se apertava.

Mas Sunoo não parou. A possessividade estava tomada completamente por ele, e o desejo de manter S/N perto, de tê-lo só para si, sobrepujou qualquer outra coisa.

— Eu só quero você… — disse Sunoo, os olhos agora fechados, tentando se concentrar nas sensações de ter S/N tão perto, e, ao mesmo tempo, com um fundo de confusão e frustração em sua voz.

Era evidente para S/N que Sunoo estava perdido. Ele queria mais, muito mais do que apenas um toque. Ele queria marcar seu território, e, naquele momento, ele não conseguiria ver além disso.

S/N, tentando ainda assim manter a calma, sabia que ele precisava agir rápido, antes que a situação fosse além do que ele podia controlar. Ele precisava que Sunoo o ouvisse, que ele recuperasse o autocontrole.

Sunoo avançou, seu controle estalando como um fio desfiado enquanto o corpo de S/N no dele acendiam o inferno de desejo queimando dentro dele. Em um instante, ele tinha S/N presa contra a parede, seu corpo pressionado contra o deles, suas mãos agarrando seus quadris com força suficiente para machucar.

— Meu!!! — ele rosnou, seus lábios colidindo contra os de S/N em um beijo contundente. Ele reivindicou a boca dele, sua língua mergulhando fundo para provar e conquistar, para reivindicar cada centímetro deles. Suas mãos percorreram o corpo do humano, tateando e apertando, mapeando as curvas e planos que ele conhecia tão bem.

Ele rasgou as roupas de S/N, desesperado para sentir pele contra pele, para tê-la nua e vulneráveis sob ele. S/N gemeu no beijo, seus corpos arqueando-se contra o dele, suas próprias mãos puxando sua camisa, incitando-o a parar. Mas Sunoo não obedeceu, passou sua camisa sobre sua cabeça e jogando-a de lado, seu peito nu arfando com esforço e necessidade. Ele deixou beijos no pescoço de S/N, mordendo e sugando a pele sensível, deixando um rastro de marcas e hematomas em seu rastro. Suas mãos deslizaram para agarrar a bunda de S/N.

— Podemos fazer igual os vídeos que eu vi, S/N? Por favor?

S/N arregalou os olhos, surpreso com a pergunta de Sunoo.

— V-vídeos? Que tipo de vídeos você andou assistindo, Sunoo? — perguntou S/N, meio rindo, tentando manter o tom leve.

Sunoo inclinou a cabeça, olhando para ele com a mesma expressão ingênua de sempre, mas que agora vinha com um brilho travesso nos olhos.

— Aqueles vídeos que mostram como… como duas pessoas que se gostam ficam próximas — respondeu ele, puxando S/N pela mão para que se sentassem juntos na cama. — Achei que, se você também quisesse, poderíamos fazer isso juntos.

S/N respirou fundo, sentindo seu autocontrole vacilar diante dos olhos suplicantes de Sunoo e das palavras dele, cheias de inocência e desejo ao mesmo tempo. A mente de S/N dizia para ter cautela, mas seu coração acelerado e o calor do momento pareciam estar levando-o para outro caminho.

— Tudo bem, Sunoo… — sussurrou ele, entrelaçando os dedos com os do híbrido e permitindo-se relaxar. — Mas vamos com calma, ok?

Os dedos de Sunoo habilmente desfizeram a última peça de roupa de S/N, expondo seu corpo nu ao seu olhar faminto. A respiração do hibrido ficou presa ao ver o humano espalhado abaixo dele, suas peles coradas e brilhantes, seus olhos escuros de desejo. Ele abaixou a cabeça, pressionando beijos da boca aberta passando para a garganta, até a clavícula, mergulhando a língua na pele.

S/N estremeceu embaixo dele, suas mãos se enredando no cabelo de Sunoo, incitando-o a descer. E ele obedeceu, espalhando beijos pelo peito de S/N, circulando um mamilo com a língua antes de sugá-lo para dentro da boca. Ele esbanjou atenção no broto sensível, mordiscando e puxando até que o humano estava arqueando para fora da cama, gritando de prazer.

Suas mãos percorreram o corpo de S/N, apertando e acariciando, mapeando cada curva. Ele deslizou uma mão entre suas pernas, seus dedos roçando o buraco escorregadio, provocando e acariciando até que o garoto estava se contorcendo sob ele, desesperada por mais.

— Por favor, Sunoo… — S/N ofegou, sua voz tensa de necessidade. — Eu preciso de você dentro de mim. Preciso que você me preencha, que me faça seu.

O híbrido gemeu com as palavras de S/N, seu pau pulsando quase dolorosamente com a força de seu desejo. Ele se posicionou na entrada dele, a cabeça de seu pau cutucando contra o calor de seu corpo.

— Você quer isso, hum? — ele rosnou, sua voz áspera de luxúria. — Quer que eu te foda, te reivindique, te faça gritar meu nome?

Sunoo com certeza tinha aprendido aquilo em algum dos vídeos. S/N faria questão de ver o histórico de navegação depois.

— Sim. — Ele arfou, seus quadris se erguendo para encontrar os dele. — Sim, por favor, Sunnie

Com um rosnado baixo e possessivo, Sunoo avançou, enterrando-se até o punho no calor apertado e úmido de S/N. Ambos gritaram com a intrusão repentina, o estiramento e a queimadura das paredes de S/N ao redor de seu comprimento grosso.

Sunoo se manteve parado por um momento, permitindo que o garoto abaixo dele tivesse tempo para se ajustar à intrusão repentina. Ele podia sentir os músculos internos dele vibrando e apertando em volta do seu pau, puxando-o mais fundo, incitando-o a se mover.

— S-S-S/N. — Ele gemeu, sua voz tensa com o esforço de se segurar. — Você é tão bom, tão perfeito. Como se você tivesse sido feita só para mim.

Lentamente, ele começou a balançar os quadris, puxando para fora polegada por polegada pulsante antes de bater de volta, enterrando-se até o fundo. As costas de S/N arquearam-se para fora da cama, sua cabeça jogada para trás em êxtase enquanto Sunoo estabelecia um ritmo firme e profundo, seu pau arrastando ao longo de suas paredes sensíveis a cada estocada.

S/N ofegou, suas mãos arranhando as costas do hibrido.

Suas estocadas vão ficando mais rápidas, mais fortes, mais erráticas. O som obsceno de pele batendo contra pele encheu o quarto, misturando-se com seus gemidos e grunhidos de prazer.

Ele se inclinou para baixo, capturando a boca de S/N em um beijo ardente, sua língua mergulhando fundo, reivindicando cada centímetro. Suas mãos agarraram os quadris dele, seus dedos cravando na carne macia com força suficiente para deixar hematomas.

S/N gemeu sob ele, seus corpos tremendo à beira da liberação. Sunoo podia sentir seus músculos internos começando a apertar e vibrar, sinalizando seu orgasmo iminente.

— Estou perto, S/N, tão perto. Eu amo você. Goze no meu pau, S/N. Deixe-me sentir você…

Ambos ofegavam duramente, seus corpos tremendo após seus clímax intensos. Sunoo desabou em cima de S/N, seu peso pressionando-os no colchão, seu pau amolecido ainda enterrado dentro de seu calor molhado.

Foi assim que os dois adormeceram.

Ao acordar, S/N sentiu o calor suave do corpo adormecido de Sunoo ao seu lado, respirando tranquilamente voltando a ser seu gatinho fofo. Os lençóis emaranhados e os raios de sol entrando pela janela deixavam a cena envolta em uma paz reconfortante. Ele olhou para Sunoo, ainda absorvendo tudo o que tinham feito juntos naquela noite, sentindo um turbilhão de emoções.

Ao contrário do que poderia ter esperado, ele não sentia arrependimento algum. Pelo contrário, sentia que finalmente estava onde deveria estar, e que a conexão com Sunoo era especial de uma forma que ele ainda estava aprendendo a entender. Um sorriso pequeno, mas sincero, formou-se em seu rosto enquanto ele acariciava suavemente os cabelos de Sunoo, aceitando que, dali em diante, sua vida seria diferente. 

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something like the jock-nerd, prep-goth graph but it’s for “short” idols and I put hongjoong and mj in opposite corners at the top of the graph.

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PRETTY ON YOU ꣑୧ hot things they do

𝗔𝗖𝗧𝖵────𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

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LEE HEESEUNG is cheerful most of the time. you can’t get to sway his mood even when you steal his favourite ramen packets and poke his cheeks a little too harsh. he finds it all cute and lets you experiment all that's going on in your mischievous mind on him. he just loves you so much. however, he doesn’t like it when you get too close to one of his friends, laughing a bit too loud. heeseung’s voice drops low when he is serious with you, his usual innocence gone as he easily cages you between his tall figure when he snakes his arm around your waist and back. his grip is gentle, but firm enough to remind you—he’s not playing. his lips brush your ear as he whispers, “don’t test me, baby.” his gaze holds a promise you can’t ignore.

PARK JONGSEONG loves to compliment you at every chance he gets. he loves when you try to hide your giggle when he calls you a princess, how you shove your face in his chest when he showers sweet words on your hard work. jay loves the feeling of this quiet dominance, tha only he can make you flushed. but jay has a bad habit of calling you a ‘good girl’ to see you malfunction. “how was work today?” jay smiles, pulling you onto his lap. “just know that i’m getting that promotion,” you giggle. “that’s my good girl,” jay murmurs, voice like silk as he presses a kiss just below your jaw. you pause—heartbeat skipping—and he feels your reaction, grinning smugly against your skin. his hands rest firmly on your hips, grounding you while his praise leaves you dizzy. “knew you could do it.”

SIM JAEYUN always wants you close to him, whenever you are not, jake whines and pouts until you notice it and come closer. he loves sharing body heat with you— hugging you close from behind, placing his hand on your thighs or simply guiding you by the small of your back. but when you are within arms reach, jake hooks his fingers through the loops of your jeans and pulls you closer with a lazy grin. his eyes drag over you like he’s starving, gaze flicking from your lips to your waist as he tugs you flush against him. “there you are,” he murmurs, voice low, fingers tightening slightly on the loops. your breath hitches when his other hand trails slowly up your spine, settling at the nape of your neck. “why were you so far, huh?” he leans in, lips ghosting over your jaw. “you know i hate that.”

PARK SUNGHOON doesn’t mean to do it so often, he doesn’t mean to look so in charge when he knows he melts beneath your touch. but as soon as he sinks on the couch after a tiring day of work, sunghoon manspreads like it’s his birthright. long legs spread wide, head tilted back, one arm slung over the backrest. it's not intentional, but that's what he'd say. his sharp eyes flick up when he notices you staring. “something on your mind?” he smirks with amusement, head tilting sideways. but when he doesn’t get an answer from you, he curls his hand inwards and pats on his thigh, “come sit,” he sighs. and when you do, sunghoon just smiles lazily and guides your head closer to his chest like you belong there, and starts to caress your hair like a much needed ritual. “i love you” he murmurs against your hair, “stay.”

KIM SUNOO is determined to be your favourite listener. he drops anything either important or trivial, just to listen to your honey voice. sunoo doesn’t like any distractions in between— it falters your pace which makes you wonder if he even is listening to you, and he likes to leave no space for doubt. sunoo gently pushes the stray strands of hair away from your face whenever they fall over when you are talking, his fingers brushing over your bottom lip. he hums softly when he sees your face flushing, stuttering in your words. “keep going,” he whispers, his voice soft as his hand settles on your jaw. sunoo presses a kiss against your forehead, “why’d you stop? i love hearing you talk.”

YANG JUNGWON always has to make sure you never have any difficulties, at least around him. he makes sure to remember all your favourites when out at a cafe, and urges you to wear comfortable clothes around, whatever is best for you. but the moment he sees you wincing, looking down at your heels, he knows you need his care again. after all, he doesn't like to see you in trouble, jungwon kneels in front of you without hesitation, undoing the straps of your heels. “why didn’t you tell me they hurt?” he asks softly, when they’re off, he rubs your feet gently, his thumbs pressing where it aches. “next time,” he murmurs, glancing up at you with a look that leaves no room for argument, “you tell me. i’ll carry you if i have to.” and with that, he slips off his own shoes and offers them to you, because your comfort will always come before his.

NISHIMURA RIKI never fails to tease you about your height. the difference between you two is endlessly amusing to him—he’s always resting his chin on your head, using you as his personal armrest, or ruffling your hair just to hear you whine. “so tiny,” he grins, every time. but when you lean in to whisper something, needing privacy, riki bends down to your level with slow intention. his lips brush your ear as he murmurs, “what is it, shortie?” his voice is low, teasing—but his eyes, locked on yours, are darker, more intense. you hesitate, suddenly aware of how close he is, and that faint smirk on his lips only grows. “you wanna say something?” he asks, pulling you against his chest with ease, voice barely above a whisper. “or want me to get closer?” and god, he means it—every word dripping with love.

스루 ܃ not a favorite one, but i still hope you pretties love it 💗

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SWEET ✶ WHEN YOU ASK THEM TO KISS YOU MORE

𝖶𝖧𝒾𝖲𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲────𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍

【 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 】 𝑙’ enhypen x fem ! rea 7OO established relationship fluff 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. kissing, skinship, petnames ˊᯅˋ ｡｡ daily clicks

다니⠀⦂⠀double post today.. i am activeeeee :0 hope you guys enjoy a lot

LEE HEESEUNG

his smile is lazy, lips already brushing yours before you can finish whispering, “more kisses.” — he whispers “more?” his hand at your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek, and he leans in again, impossibly close. “anything for you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, and then he’s kissing you like he wants to memorize every sigh you make. his other hand finds your waist, tugging you flush against him with a low hum. “can’t get enough of you,” he says in between kisses. “you’re gonna kill me, y’know that?” he grins, pulling back just enough to look at you, thumb now brushing your bottom lip. “but at least i’ll die happy.”

PARK JAY

"more?" you ask, barely above a whisper, already leaning into his warmth, and jay doesn’t hesitate—he kisses you once, then again,  then again, slower this time, like he’s savoring the way your lips move with his. “as many as you want, my love,” he says gently, brushing your hair behind your ear with such care it makes your heart ache. his hand cups your cheek as he places another kiss on the corner of your mouth. “you ask so sweetly, how could i ever say no to my princess?” he whispers, pulling you close like you’re his whole world. his lips graze your forehead as he adds, “you never have to ask, baby. it’s yours. i’m yours.”

SIM JAKE

he blinks, lips still against yours when you say, “kiss me more, baby.” his brows lift, stunned, and then he lets out this breathy laugh. “say that again,” he mumbles, already leaning closer, like he needs to hear it in your voice one more time to make sure he didn’t dream it. your fingers brush along his jaw, and he melts into your touch, eyes full of stars. “baby,” he breathes, almost giddy, “you want another kiss? like—my pretty girl wants me to kiss her again?” his hands are on your waist now, pulling you gently into his lap. “you can have as many as you want, sweetheart,” he grins like an idiot, lips brushing yours again and again. “fuck, i love you.”

PARK SUNGHOON

you barely get the words out—“kiss me more"—but he hears you. of course he does. sunghoon doesn’t say a word, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink and before you can ask again, his lips are on yours like he knew exactly what you needed. he kisses you once. twice, a little longer this time, until your fingers curl into the front of his hoodie and your breath hitches. no teasing smile, no “really?”—just him kissing you like it's obvious, like it's always been his job to make sure you feel wanted. “mm,” he hums against your lips eventually, finally pulling back just enough to whisper, “you don’t gotta ask, baby.” then he’s back at it, like he never plans on stopping.

KIM SUNOO

you whisper, “kiss me more,” and sunoo literally freezes—like you just hit pause on his entire body. his hand stays suspended halfway through fixing your hair, eyes blinking wide. “huh?” he squeaks, but not because he didn’t hear you—no, he definitely did—his cheeks are already pink. “you—” he starts, then just melts, absolutely crumbles into this shy smile that always makes your heart explode. “you want me to kiss you more?” he repeats, like he’s trying not to scream. “baby… oh my god.” and then he’s cupping your face with both hands, and he kisses you. “i’ll kiss you a million times,” he mumbles against your lips, giggling. “don’t tempt me.”

YANG JUNGWON

“kiss me more on the lips,” you murmur, eyes half-lidded, and jungwon just smiles, already leaning in. he doesn’t answer, doesn’t rush. instead, he presses a slow kiss to your jaw, then your cheek. then the tip of your nose, and his thumb brushing over your chin like you’re something fragile. “jungwon,” you pout, breath catching, “i said my lips.” he laughs under his breath, that boyish grin lighting up his whole face like he just knew you’d say that. “i know, baby,” he hums, “i was getting there.” and then finally—finally—his lips meet yours. his hands cradle your face like you’re his whole world, and when he pulls back just a little, foreheads touching.

NISHIMURA RIKI

"kiss you more?" riki hums, cocking a brow as a mischievous smile pulls at his lips. "hmm, i don’t know… do you deserve more kisses?" he drawls. before you can even pout, he leans in and gives you the tiniest peck on your lips—soft, barely there—then pulls back with a smug look, arms folding behind his head like he’s proud. "that’s all you get," he grins, watching your expression twist into disbelief. "what? you wanted more, baby?" he coos, tilting his head with mock innocence. you swat at him, but he just laughs. "fine," he murmurs against your cheek, breath warm, "i’ll think about it... if you ask really nicely and buy me dinner." "riki."

[florihaei]

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• ( 858 ) bf.enha 𓂃 est relationship + kissing, pet names, suggestive / ( FLORIHAEI VALUT )

reblogs and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!!, credits to boyfhee for the idea!!

HEESEUNG !

the second you stepped into the living room, heeseung’s eyes darkened, and his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. he leans back against the couch, arms stretched over the backrest, like he’s trying to keep himself in check.

“where do you think you’re going looking like that pretty girl?” his voice is lazy, but his gaze is anything but. it burns into your skin, traveling from the curve of your neck to the way your dress hugs your waist.

you tilt your head “out baby, why?”

heeseung chuckles, slow and deep before patting his thigh “c’mere for a second” when you hesitated, he grins “just wanna get a closer look at my baby before you make everyone else loose their mind.

when you do step closer, he doesn’t waste a second, catching your chin between his fingers before pulling you down for a kiss, slow and teasing like he’s trying to memorize the taste of you. he hums against your lips smirking “too bad i can’t keep you all to myself”

-

JONGSEONG !

jay’s fingers freeze on the cuff of his sleeve as you enter the room, his breath hitching slightly. his eyes trail down your figure, admiration and something else flickering behind them.

“you always look beautiful, but this?” he exhales shaking his head “it’s unfair..”

you smirk, steeping closer. “unfair?”

he hums, reaching for your hand and tracing slow circles on your wrists. “because now all i want to do is keep you here all to myself” his voice drops as he pulled you closer. “but you worked so hard getting dolled up, i guess i should let you go.. right princess?”

before you could answer, he leans in pressing a soft kiss against the corner of your lips, then another right at the edge of your mouth, teasingly slow. when you shift impatiently, he chuckles. “go on then, before i change my mind”

-

JAEHYUN !

jake was mid sip of his drink when you walked in, and now he’s just holding it frozen, mid air, staring

you quirk a brow, “are you going to say something?, or just keep staring at me baby..?”

he swallows, placing his glass down before standing up and closing the space between you. “oh im definitely going to say something” his fingers ghost over your waist before he leans in, lips barely brushing your ear “you look breathtaking sweetheart”

a warmth creeps up on your neck, but jake just chuckles, tilting your chin up. “your blushing already sweetheart?, i haven’t even started yet”

his lips find yours before you can even respond, the kiss deep and lingering, when he finally pulls away he lets out a low whistle “yeah.. i might need a minute to recover”

-

SUNGHOON !

sunghoon watches as you adjust your earring in the mirror, his arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe. his gaze is sharp, but there’s softness hidden in it too.

“you’ve been staring for a while” you tease, turning to face him “do i look okay?”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “that’s the problem, you look too good”

you laughed, stepping closer. “that’s a problem?”

sunghoon wraps an arm around your waist pulling you in. his breath tickles your lips as he murmurs “yeah because now i either have to let you go and suffer, or convince you to stay” his grip tightened just slightly. “what do you think princess?”

you barely have time to answer before he kisses you, like he’s trying to make you second guess yourself leaving. when he finally pulls away, he smirks “still sure about going out?”

-

SUNOO !

sunoo stops mid step when he sees you, eyes going wide. he blinks a few times as if making sure he’s not imagining things. “oh my goodness..”

you laugh at his reaction, twirling slightly. “is it that good?”

“that good? babe, you look unreal” he rushes over, holding your face between his hands. “like i always knew you were gorgeous, but this? this is next level”

you pout playfully. “so you’re saying i don’t always look this good?”

sunoo gasps, holding his hands up jokingly like he’s offended. “excuse me? you always look amazing, but this” he gestures dramatically. “this is lethal, i might actually faint.”

before you can protest further, he presses a soft peck against your lips, grinning “there, a little good luck charm for tonight.”

-

JUNGWON !

jungwon had been focused on his phone until you walked in. now he’s sitting up straighter, brows slightly raised as he takes in the sight of you.

“you…” he exhales. “ love… wow”

you chuckle, smoothing out your outfit. “that’s all you have to say?”

jungwon stands, closing the distance between you. his hands find your waist as he gazes down at you, voice softer now. “i just don’t know if i want anyone else seeing you like this love.”

you roll your eyes. “possessive much?”

he only hums, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “can you blame me?” his lips graze your temple before he sighs “at least promise me you’ll come back soon”

and just to make sure you do, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips, it was brief but sweet enough to leave you wanting more.

-

RIKI !

niki’s reaction is more subtle than the others, but you don’t miss the way his eyes widen slightly when he first sees you. he tilts his head, studying you before nodding in approval.

“you look cool” he says simply.

you laugh. “cool?.. that’s it?”

he shrugs, but there’s a small knowing smirk on his lips. “would you rather i say you look really really pretty?”

you pause before nudging his arm. “i mean… yeah”

niki rolls his eyes but playfully ruffles your hair. “fine, you look really really pretty, happy now?”

you beam. “very”

he shakes his head but smiles. “good now don’t take too long, or i’ll get bored waiting for you to come back baby”

[scented-morker]

When you catch the bouquet at a wedding !

Inspired by pooks @luvyeni … this was so easy for me to write for some reason. 1.1k words, FLUFF, pet names and a couple smooches, fem!reader, mentions of an older sister in won’s part

Heeseung

He might be more excited about it than you were

Actually crazy because the other girls were shoving each other and jumping and it just happened to fall into your hands 😇

You look at the bundle of flowers in shock while all the guys at your table start nudging and elbowing your boyfriend

“You know what that means~”

When you come back over to the table you still look vaguely surprised, but you just set the bouquet down and go to take your seat like nothing happened

Meanwhile hee has spent the last five minutes planning your wedding

He pulls you into his lap before you can even sit in your own seat and whispers in your ear

“So we’re getting married huh?”

Now you’re both blushing messes 🤭

Jay

Bro has been ready to marry you since about the day you met

He’s the one that tells you to go with the other girls when they announce the bouquet toss in the first place

So when you actually catch it he just lights up

The proudest, most lovesick smile on his face

While the other girls fawn over you he turns to the guys at his table

“Guess who’s getting married!!”

The boys jump up and down with him and shout

“Do you even have a ring?”

They all shush sunghoon bc that doesn’t even matter 🙄

You’re flushed when you make your way back to him, fresh off of being mercilessly teased by your own friends

“So what size ring do you wear?”

“WHAT?”

Jake

He hypes you up before the toss, rubbing your shoulders like you’re a boxer about to go in the ring and not a bridesmaid trying to catch a bouquet

“Go get them baby!” He yells as you walk over, placing a light tap on your bottom while you roll your eyes and try to pretend you don’t know him

But he really really wants you to catch the flowers, so who are you to disappoint your man 🤨

Some girl almost knocks you down, but you catch those flowers !!

You can’t even bask in your success because Jake is running to the dance floor to pick you up and spin you around 🥹

“The wedding gods have spoken! You have to marry me!!”

You’re laughing like a maniac because he’s still spinning you and he’s so happy

“In what world would I ever say no?”

Hoon

He’s lost it

Like they called all the girls up to the floor for the toss and he was so confused when you winked at him before running up 😭

He asks Jake what you’re even doing before being told that whoever catches the bouquet is the person to get married next

His eyes get so wide as he watches the giant group of girls wrestle for the bundle of flowers

“They take this seriously huh?”

The boys let out actual cackles when the crowd disperses and you’re standing there with the flowers in your hand 😇

“Wait so that means-?”

He gets nothing but nudges and teases in response

“Hoon I caught it!!” You yell excitedly when you rejoin him at the table

His ears are pink, but he sends you the prettiest smile

He slides one of his rings off and slips it gently onto your hand

“Good job baby.”

Sunoo

“You have to catch that bouquet!!” He tells you excitedly. “It’s fate ok! Catch it!!”

You laugh as you join the other bridesmaids on the dance floor where the bride is

It’s silly, you know you’re gonna marry him anyway, but if he tells you to catch the bouquet then you’re gonna catch that bouquet 🙂‍↕️

Sorry to the girl you accidentally elbowed… this ain’t about her

The first thing you do when you catch it is turn to look at your boyfriend

While normally the guys look slightly embarrassed or shy, your boyfriend is jumping up and down and cheering

“That’s my girl!! Look she caught the bouquet!! We’re gonna get married!!”

You laugh at his reaction and run over to join him

“We’re gonna get married!” You join in with him

He takes the bouquet from you and kisses your lips

“Dang right we are.”

Jungwon

“You’re gonna go?” He asks when you stand up to participate in the bouquet toss

His ears are already red, and you let out a soft laugh

“Won there’s like fifty girls, I’m not gonna catch it. It’s just tradition!”

It’s your sisters wedding and she’d actually murder you if you didn’t participate, which Jungwon realizes is a valid point

“Ok, well have fun! Don’t get knocked out!”

You roll your eyes and stand on the outside of the crowd, not that interested in catching it

You swear your sister does it on purpose because explain how the bouquet is flying straight at you, completely away from every other girl on the dance floor 🤨

You barely have time to grasp it before she’s running over to you

“Oh it’s fate!! You’re next little sis!!”

You hug her with the flowers and turn to find your boyfriend, expecting him to be hiding his face or not paying attention

Instead he’s got the biggest smile on his face, deep dimples poking into his red cheeks while the other guys wolf whistle

He walks up to you and gives you a kiss

“I guess we can’t argue with fate.”

Riki

He’s laughing at you

“I hope that mean bridesmaid trips you when you try to catch it.”

“Shut up!” You smack his arm before walking away, sticking your tongue out when the mean bridesmaid he mentioned walks straight past you and to the front of the group

You didn’t care that much about catching the bouquet, you just wanted to annoy your boyfriend 😁

So when it actually lands right in your hands (knocked off its original course by the mean bridesmaid who hit it so hard it almost hit you in the face) you are SHOCKED

People immediately start cheering, and you don’t even have to look to know it’s coming from the table your boyfriend is still standing at

When you finally spare a glance to him, he’s gone entirely red and is being jostled by the rest of the guys at your table

You set the bouquet down nonchalantly on your table, pressing a kiss to his cheek before whispering “I wear a size 6 ring baby.” And then running to the bathroom to touch up your makeup

He will never recover (and is secretly making a Pinterest board of every size 6 ring he finds)

[byhees]

when you try to distract them with a kiss

heeseung would only flash a small smile, finding it adorable how you’d tried to distract him from the giant bouquet hiding by the side of the table, your lips pressing a quick peck to the swell of his cheeks, having to tiptoe ever so slightly to temporarily match his height; “are you sure that’s noth—“ and he’d be cut off with a kiss to his pretty lips, your head shaking immediately afterwards; he may or may not continually ask you for an answer, finding it endearing how you’d plant a kiss onto his lips whenever the words would slip past his mouth…

jay would be met with genuine confusion for a split second— he’d sworn that he’d seen two ginormous balloons cooped up in the cupboard, and who better to ask than you? and the moment that the question would fall from his lips, he’d find himself being peppered with kisses, his following sentence being interrupted by another peck; “woah woah.. what’s going on, babe?” he’d ask, receiving a little shrug in return, a small grin plastered on your face…

jake wouldn’t even register it as anything unusual; he’d casually ask about the little traces of crafts, and the very prettily-made card lying on your tabletop, not finding it strange how you’d rush towards his embrace, pressing a long kiss onto his lips to cut his words off; simply kisses you back, because realistically, he wouldn’t be able to resist your pretty lips. “ah right, about that card—“, and he’d be silenced with another peck; would be a little puzzled, asking a similar question only moments later…

sunghoon would realise your little ‘tactic’ almost immediately, finding it strange how you’d been so alarmed by the mere mention of a ‘bouquet of roses’— would honestly ask out of pure curiosity, not expecting you to press the longest kiss onto his cheek, lip-tint leaving a light kiss mark on his skin; and when he’d ask again, only to receive a similar response, he’d be struck with an endearing moment of realisation— “okay, okay.. i won’t ask anymore, baby”, he’d coo, a soft laugh slipping past his lips…

sunoo would be a little taken-aback; when he’d ask about the mysteriously packaged gift lying by the side of your desk, he’d be interrupted by a peck, the dragged ‘mwah’ cutting him off mid-question; only stares at you with lightly widened eyes, lips slightly parted in surprise. “woah.. what’s with the occasion, love?” he’d softly ask, seeing the light shake of your head, and the cross of your arms across your chest— asks about the present a mere few moments later, heart thumping with genuine curiosity, and from the sudden, yet not unwelcome, kiss…

jungwon would, intentionally, ask about the present by the bedside, over and over again, discreetly wanting to get more kisses and attention from you; “what’s that?” he’d ask for the first time, being answered with a short peck on the lips; “is that for me?” he’d ask a few moments later, lightly smiling against the kiss this time around— finds it endearing when you pout in light annoyance, brows digging into your skin as you cross your arms; “okay, okay.. i’ll stop”, he’d coo, softly laughing when you whip your head to the side, bottom lip jutting out sulkily…

riki would be speechless, the definition of being at a ‘loss for words’; would casually stroll into the living room with a prettily-wrapped gift, head lightly tilting as the words “what’s this, love?” slip past his lips— hadn’t expected to be met with a kiss on the lips, the present swiftly being swiped from his grip, and hidden behind your back; he’d meet your eyes with parted lips, light confusion hazing his gaze. “there’s a.. erm.. spider! behind you!” you’d hurriedly choke out, taking the turn of his head as an opportunity to scurry off, concealing the present at a better hiding spot…

[wonysugar]

will be answering asks about sunoo while i write the wonyoung ficcc!!

also for anyone wondering, it’s coming along great heheheh

[kaysaudiiz]

✶ heeseung x sunoo ( 200 special ) ﹑◌

Tw ` bottom heeseung , gagging (loud) , dom sunoo `

`` as a special thanks for 200 followers, here's heeseung choking on sunoos ‎yk , thanks to you all for getting me to 200!! Love you my sexy ppl and always stay horny...dont stay horny all the time though``

© made by kaysaudii, do not steal or claim as yours.

[mrsjjongstby]

WHEN YOU WIPE THEIR KISS OFF - ENHYPEN

LEE HEESEUNG:

he circles your waist in his arms as he leans and plants a kiss on your cheek. You wipe that kiss of with the back of your hand and then continued to look at your phone trying not to break the act. Heeseung pauses for a second while slightly tilting his head with a frown. He then cautiously leans in and kisses you again on the same spot. You wipe it again with your hand. He stops leaning on your side and sits up straight with a serious expression. 

"Baby?" He calls out for you as you hum in reply. He holds your head with both of his hands and makes you look at him.

"Why are you doing that" he asks as he leans closer to your face. "Doing what?" you ask innocently. "Don't do that" he says as he frowns more and kisses your cheek again while tilting your head. 

As you lift your hand to wipe it off, he catches it and asks, "what happened?" he asks with a voice which makes your heart melt as you break the act and throw yourself on him. "I'm sorryy baby, I was just pranking you." He quickly catches you and falls back on the couch with you safely held by his arms, "You scared me baby". You lean back and look at him as he kisses you on your cheek, as he sees you don't wipe it off this time, he continues to kiss you on your face as you giggle. 

PARK JONGSEONG

Click here for Jay's part ;)

SIM JAEHYUN

you were sitting on the couch comfortably with Jake laying his head on your chest, your legs tangled as you both were watching something on the TV. He looks up from your chest as you continued watching TV and slightly moves up, so he is closer to your face and kisses your jaw and returns back to your chest, laying. You wipe the kiss off. As soon as you did that, his head snaps up in your direction.

He turns, now his back no more against your body as he looks you with shot up eyebrows and widened eyes. He kisses you on the tip of your nose as you wipe it off again. He widens his eyes more- if that's even possible while you try your best to not break into laughter. He presses another kiss and seeing you wipe it off AGAIN he pouts.

His bottom lip jutting out fully, "why would you do that" He asks, his tone sad. Then he starts, he starts pestering you with questions back-to-back without giving time for you to even open your mouth. "Are you mad at me?" "What did I do?" "I'm sorry babyy" "Do you not love me anymore?" "Am I being too clingy?" "You still love me, right?"

Feeling frustrated and finding no other way to stop him- you kiss him. He stops shocked for a second but closes his eyes and kisses you back falling onto your chest again with ease. 

PARK SUNGHOON

Sunghoon was laying on the bed scrolling through his phone, his arm around your neck- hand resting on your chest while you were reading. He suddenly pulls you closer by his arm which was circling your neck and kisses your cheek casually and goes back to scrolling.

You push your reading glasses up as you wipe that kiss off. His finger stops mid scrolling as he sees that and looks at you while you continue to read. "Baby, don't play with me" he says as he keeps his phone away. "What are you talking about?" You ask tilting your head.

He removes his hand from you while he takes the book from you and throws it softly on the side of bed as he hovers over you. Hands pressing on the mattress with you underneath him.

"You know what I'm talking about" he says as he stares at you. He then suddenly attacks you with kisses and tickles. You laugh trying to push him away "Sorry I'm sorry, it was a prank" you say in between your laughs and breathes. 

KIM SUNOO

Sunoo blinks when you raise your hand to wipe his kiss off from your cheek. He gasps, "Did you just..." he trails off staring at you like you betrayed him- insulted him.

You raise your brow, "what?"

He scoffs loudly looking away murmuring "really?" and then looks at you again in the eye folding his hands, "Wow, seriously? should I just leave? Shall I start packing my bags?" You laugh at his dramatic nature, but he's not done. "Seriously? You wiped off MY kiss? MY precious kiss? Wahhh you don't want me anymore, do you?"

Before you can tell him it's a prank, he starts again, "No, no, I get it.  I'll keep my precious kisses to myself; I won't give you anymore."

He leaves to sit on the edge of the bed huffing and muttering how "unbelievable" it was. You laugh as you walk to him, "I was just playing around baby, I want your precious kisses."

He rolls his eyes but gives in any way. 

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon leans in and gives you a goodbye kiss on your cheek and just as he's about to walk away, you wipe his kiss off. He sees it. He stops. 

Turns a full 90 degrees so he's facing you. And looks into your eyes. "Baby, stop playing with me, I have to leave." He utters. You try not to smile, 

"I'm not playing won?" He frowns and steps closer, "what did I do?" You match his frown saying, "nothing?" "No baby, tell me if I did something wrong" 

He asks holding your hand and bringing it to his chest. "Nothing baby, you didn't do anything" you say putting your best act. (u should be getting an Oscar atp frfr)

"Then why did you do that?" He asks while caressing your hand with his thumb. You couldn't elongate it anymore, so you told him, "It was a prank baby. I'm sorry." A look of relief washes over his face as you confess that.  He brings your hand up- kissing it, "You scared me, don't do that." 

NISHIMURA RIKI

You went to his gaming room with a soda can in your hand for him as he requested. You bend and place the can on his desk as he is playing. He looks at the can and then  moves a bit up and kisses your cheek muttering, "Thank you baby" You however don't look at him and wipe off his kiss. He frowns as he notices that. 

He holds your wrist before you can leave and pulls you onto his lap. He thinks you are mad at him for playing with his homies, so he pauses the game and mutters an "I'm sorry baby. Are you mad at me?"

You act confused and deny it. He buries his head in your neck while one hand kneading your arm and the other wrapped around your wrist, "Then why did you wipe off my kiss?" You can't help but bring your hand to his hair, as you run your fingers through them, "It was a prank, I'm sorry love" 

He hums as he moves his head deeper onto your neck, if that's even possible, "Don't do that again baby." 

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A/N: alrighttt, this is a bit out of my comfort zone, im testing out diff things, so if it feels off yk y hehehe anyways, i wanted to make a full on another part for jay, so dont mind me ;) this was a bit rushed but we'll seeee

[wonsfav]

How It Feels | What They're Like In Bed

In other words: How he likes to take you

OT7 ☼ Smut [MDNI] ☼ special warning: Ni-ki NSFW content, mentions of oral, unprotected sex, public sex, car sex, quickies, teasing, lots of kissing ☼ 1.1K WC

Heeseung

Sex with him is very emotionally charged no matter where it is or how it goes; Whether he's deciding to be gentle with you and kissing all over your body while he pushes into you or if he snapped at your teasing and dragged you to the bathroom to have his way with you. It's intense; His cock dragging against your walls at a painfully slow pace, but he's nice enough to make up for it by thrusting into you so hard your hips bruise from resting against the countertop. He'll apologize later if he really has to but he's pretty sure you like how rough he is with you in those moments; The way he kisses over your skin, his feverish movements of ripping your panties down and pulling your dress up to your waist so he can have quick access.

Jay

It's fun. Playful, really. He loves to tease you about silly things while you have sex - maybe make a little face at the sounds you make just to get you to giggle or kiss into your neck on a spot that he knows makes you ticklish. He loves seeing you smile during sex and even if he's so close to his orgasm, if he has the chance to stop and make the atmosphere more than fun then he's going to. Plus, he's into edging a little - not that he'll ever say it aloud. Loves to have sex on that stupidly comfortable chair in his bedroom - or even at his desk. He loves seeing you ride him, to be honest; He loves being on the bottom and getting to see you just enjoy yourself atop him.

Jake

A whore for quickies. Don't get me wrong, he loves those few and far between nights where you're tangled up together in the bedsheets and your mouths don't leave each other for the entire duration of your intimacy - but boy oh boy. He just really loves taking you in public places where there's a chance at getting caught; One specifically being the dressing room when everyone is already out and lingering by the stage. It's lead to Jungwon walking in on you more than a few times and honestly at this point, Jake just keeps doing it because it amuses him to see the leader so flustered and choked up at catching you two in the act. Definitely a hard hitter - fucks into you like his life depends on it because he's always convincing you to let him hit it when he's on a time crunch; Man just chases the adrenaline rush. He always leaves you with a slap on the ass and a comment about 'keeping it in' as he fixes his belt and walks off to join the group.

Sunghoon

Always happens in the most unexpected places; Like your kitchen counter when you're in the middle of cooking breakfast and he had tiredly approached from behind to touch over your body. He loves feeling over you; He's very touchy and loves letting his hands roam, but he especially adores gripping you by your hips and chest. You end up finding out on this occasion that his favorite position is doggy because you think maybe he'll lift you onto the counter or something - but no, he just bends you over where there's no hot surfaces or food sitting and pushes down your pajama shorts to slip into you with ease. If he's still a bit tired and doesn't want to do too much work, he might just grab onto a fistful of your hair to pull you back against him.

Sunoo

He's always very sly with initiating anything; His hand will slip into the waistband of your jeans behind you while the two of you stand with the group, he'll wrap his arms around your waist from the side and guide you to a nearby restroom for a quck makeout sess. or the likes without being seen by the others - He gets away with it every time. And when he does finally get you away from people and has sex with you, he's in shambles the entire time. His pace is never even, he's always breathing hard and his hips stutter with every thrust - he's just so in love with you that it floods through him and makes him a nervous, shy wreck during sex. Sometimes he even whimpers, looking up through his bangs at you while he bites into his lip. He can't not look you in the eyes at least once while having sex - He wants to see you.

Jungwon

Sly with it, somehow; The type to fuck hard and gets down to business right away. If it's a more romantic evening and the two of you come back from a dinner date or the likes, he'll probably kiss you, touch you, gently push you to the bedroom to guide you down so he can bury his face between your legs - but if it's any other occasion? Man's getting it done as quick as possible and getting what he wants out of it. Like fucking you in the company car when the group is eating lunch in a cafe; He'll unbuckle his belt, tug his jeans down just enough to free his cock and push into you to set a quick pace and fuck you so hard you cry. He does the same thing when you initiate it, your body language shy but asking him to take the lead - which he was basically born to do.

Ni-ki

Extremely feverish; He's horny all the fucking time. If he's not fucking you, he's jerking it - and looking at pictures of you two together. Even a picture as simple as you kissing his cheek is enough to make him leak a little in his boxers. If you're available and with him when the little 'needs' flow through his veins, he'll whisper to you what he wants to do. At first, it's soft confessions of wanting simply to have sex with you whenever it's possible - as soon as you can, really; But then it evolves into heaiver gasps of how he wants to pin you up against the wall and fuck you so hard everyone in the dorm hears. He's a little embarrassed after it's all done with, blushing ear to ear when you tease him about what he'd whispered to you two hours prior. Also, fucks hard. Like hard enough the bed rattles and the headboard is slamming into the wall. Heeseung has just accepted his fate of hearing it and leaves the house every time he sees you go into Riki's bedroom and the door shut.

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───〃⋆⭒˚.⋆ UNTOUCHABLE MASTERLIST

⤷ nsfw content ahead, minors do not interact.

⤷ seven pureblooded alphas. bound by legacy and power. in a world where instincts rule and bonds can break you, each one has a story—of control, resistance, obsession.

⤷ taglist — open ⤷ warnings — this series contains mature themes, smut ( some ), toxic dynamics, and angst | to be read in order : jungwon, heeseung, sunoo, sunghoon, jake, jay, and ni-ki ⤷ a/n — some parts of this series are still under editing and proofreading, please be patient with updates and revisions. i want to give you the best version of every story <3

✩ˎˊ˗ how to claim an omega ( yjw ! )

⤷ read here

⤷ pairing — jungwon x fem!reader

⤷ summary — yang jungwon has always been the definition of the word “perfect,” almost around him almost praise and kiss the ground he walks on. even when it came to girls, various omegas practically throw themselves at the pureblooded alpha, but the oh-so perfect yang jungwon never pays them any mind because he already has his eyes set on a certain timid omega who has been trying her best to avoid him at all costs. and he won't stop until he gets what wants, in that case? you. or where it only took jungwon three years and three chances to finally get you.

✩ˎˊ˗ bottom of the chain ( lhs ! )

⤷ read here

⤷ pairing — heeseung x fem!reader

⤷ summary — he was unapproachable, everyone knew that he was one of the people on top of the throne and a person to be looked up upon because of the various talents that he possessed, and it was practically a hidden rule that lee heeseung's omega shouldn't be messed with as much as him. but some others still forget their lowly positions and cross the line. his only instinct? remind those bastards of their lowly statuses in the food chain.

✩ˎˊ˗ breaking point ( ksn ! )

⤷ read here

⤷ pairing — sunoo x fem!reader

⤷ summary — being sunghoon’s younger sister by a year, it was clear to everyone that you were off-limits. sunghoon’s overprotectiveness made it impossible for anyone to forget that, especially sunoo, his best friend. the pink haired alpha, who always saw you as nothing more than his best friend’s little sister. he wasn’t looking for an omega or a mate, and that was that. but when things get heated between the both of you, he had no choice but to confront the feelings he always had for his best friend's younger sister that he couldn't deny anymore.

✩ˎˊ˗ when fate calls ( psh ! )

⤷ read here

⤷ pairing — sunghoon x fem!reader

⤷ summary — as the eldest son of a powerful family, park sunghoon has always followed tradition, dedicating himself to his responsibilities. relationships never crossed his mind, his focus was on the life carefully planned for him. but then there was you, someone he had seen countless times yet never truly noticed until now. when realization dawned on him that you were his mate, it unsettled him in ways he couldn’t explain. it unsettled him in ways he couldn’t explain. the unexpeced idea of love terrified him, so he rejected the traditional courting that came with claiming an omega. but as his avoidance hurts you, the high and mighty alpha is forced to confront the truth he’s been running from: some things aren’t meant to be planned.

✩ˎˊ˗ between the shelves ( sjy ! )

⤷ part 1 | part 2 ⤷ pairing — jake x fem!reader

⤷ summary — as the only son of a prestigious family and the student council secretary, sim jaeyun—or as his friends like to call him: jake has always been at the top. admired, respected, and burdened by responsibility. he’s used to handling everything himself, ensuring perfection in all that he does. and then there was you, someone he had always seen but never had the chance to approach, until fate handed him the opportunity. hiding from relentless admirers, he found himself in the library, where, to his surprise, you weren’t just another passing face. jake has always adored the idea of having a mate, but he never rushed fate, until you. before he knows it, meetings no longer hold his full attention, tasks he once insisted on doing himself are left to others, all so he can be near you.

✩ˎˊ˗ no-fly zone ( pjs ! )

⤷ part 1 | part 2 ⤷ pairing — jay x fem!reader

⤷ summary — park jongseong—better known as jay, had everything: wealth, power, and a name that carried undeniable influence. a pureblooded alpha and the only son of a family that dominated the aviation industry, he was sharp enough to take over the business and reckless enough to make the upper-ups lose patience. despite his position as student council treasurer, his reputation preceded him: missed deadlines, flawless grades, and a habit of picking the wrong fights. their solution? a tutor. a glorified babysitter. and, of course, it had to be you. an omega with a spotless record, a name as weighty as his own, and an infuriating presence that had always stood in his way. your families worked together, but you and jay never had. now, forced into each other’s space, the line between rivalry and something far more dangerous begins to blur.

✩ˎˊ˗ always been yours ( nk ! )

⤷ part 1 | part 2

⤷ pairing — ni-ki x fem!reader

⤷ summary — nishimura riki has never been good at sharing. not his things, not his time—and definitely not you. his childhood best friend, his first love, the one person he thought would always be by his side, and the one person who left without warning five years ago. now, out of nowhere, you’re back. still familiar, still his, and suddenly surrounded by alphas who don’t know where they stand. ni-ki isn’t the type to say how he feels. but he’s also not the type to sit back and watch someone else try to take what’s his. especially not when everyone already knows who you belong to.

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TASTE OF INDULGENCE

CHAPTER 3 — WHY ARE YOU SO SALTY?

— This was supposed to be just sex—no feelings, no attachments. What happened in bed was meant to stay there. Jake and Jay were perfect together, an undeniably loving couple who had everything. From the very beginning, you were just a third, nothing more. So why does it feel like you’re the only one left out? Fuck, why are you salty?

content tags: fluff and fluff and angst, sunoo being annoyed at jayke for always stealing reader away from him, one kys joke, reader is falling in love, jayke being soft, don't expect romance in this chapter bcs it's angst, still they have fluff, some other people cameo (that you might be missing since chap 1).

warning: explicit content (smut), threesome (soft dom jake, soft dom jay, sub reader), but they kind of have solo moments, multiple sex position, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, cunnilingus, rimming, anal fingering, protected anal sex (fxm), attempt of double penetration, blowjob, ofc sum mxm scene. MDNI! WC:15.1K

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notes: thank you for the 1k followers! i better not see any of you hating on my girl y/n.

So this is what it feels like.

The kind of thing your friends always gushed about—their whispers about how addicting it was, how they couldn't get enough. You never really got it. Until now. You didn't know exactly how long it had been going on. A month? Maybe more?

At some point, it became a routine, an unspoken agreement between the three of you. Sex, always sex. Even with classes, even with assignments piling up, there were moments where the three of you just couldn't help yourselves.

Your weekends are always ending up in their sheets. There were times when you swore you'd go a few days without it—focus, be responsible. But the second one of them (always Jake) pulled you close, hands roaming, lips brushing against your skin, you already knew how it would end.

Your schedules were never fully in sync. Different classes, different obligations. But somehow, you always found a way.

Because it was sex. And none of you could seem to stop.

"Shit, slow down!" Jay hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into your waist in a futile attempt to slow your relentless pace. But you didn't listen, the pleasure was too consuming, and all you could do was keep moving, keep chasing that euphoric high as you bounced on top of him.

Your moans spilled freely, the sound only making Jay groan beneath you. Behind you, Jake was grinning against your shoulder, completely entertained by the display in front of him. His hands were on your breasts, kneading them, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"Come on, tell him, baby," he murmured.

You gasped, your hips faltering for a brief moment before sheer need pushed you forward again, rolling, grinding against Jay in slow, deliberate circles.

You could feel how much he was holding back—the way his fingers flexed against your skin, the restraint in his muscles as he tried to keep himself from flipping you over and taking control.

Jay's brows furrowed, his lips parted as he breathed heavily beneath you. You bit your lip, eyes locked onto his as you let the words tumble out with a needy tone. "M-my p-pussy is so empty, p-please fill it up," you whined.

Jake let out a low whistle beside you. "There it is," he mused, watching the way Jay's entire demeanor shifted. His muscles tensed, his fingers twitched against your skin, and his expression darkened in the most delicious way.

Jay growled, his grip tightening before suddenly yanking you down, forcing you to take him deeper, bottoming out inside you in one swift, punishing motion. You choked on a moan, your walls spasming around him at the sudden stretch.

Jake was right—Jay loved that kind of talk.

"T-there—hah, oh my God! Ahh!" You practically screamed, your hands clawing at Jay's arms as he manhandled you, flipping you onto your back in one smooth motion.

You barely had time to process before he was already moving again, pounding into you with a force that made your head spin.

The sheets twisted beneath you, your fingers gripping the fabric for some semblance of control, but it was useless. You were completely at their mercy, exactly where they wanted you.

Jake chuckled, watching the way your body jolted with every deep thrust before settling himself beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. His mouth found your neck first, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your heated skin, trailing lower and lower until his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking eagerly.

Your eyes rolled back, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over you.

For years, you had imagined something like this.

You'd seen it in porn, fantasized about the intensity of two mouths, two cocks, hands everywhere, pleasure heightened beyond what you thought possible. You used to ache with frustration, wondering if you'd ever experience what those girls did—the kind of overwhelming, mind-numbing pleasure that left them ruined, wrecked, completely undone.

You'd sometimes cried, wondering if maybe there was something wrong with you, why no one else had ever made you feel this.

Now, you were drowning in it, every nerve in your body is alive, buzzing, and electrified with sensation. Years of frustration are now it all poured out of you, swallowed whole by them.

And God, you loved every second of it. It felt endless, like they were making up for every second of deprivation, stretching time itself just to ruin you over and over again.

Jay let out a ragged growl, his grip on your thighs tightening as his thrusts became deeper. "Shit, I'm fucking cumming."

Beside you, Jake pulled away from your nipple, his mouth swollen and glistening as he turned to Jay. Without hesitation, he grabbed the back of Jay's neck and kissed him.

You watched as their tongues slid together, swallowing each other's moans. The sight sent a fresh pulse of heat through you, a sharp ace blooming deep inside your core.

Your fingers twitched, then grasped at Jake's arm, a mindless, needy tug. Include me.

Jake felt it immediately, breaking the kiss just enough to glance at you, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Feeling left out, baby?"

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth. His teeth grazed your lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, making you shudder.

Jay's hands slid over your stomach, his palms warm as he moved up—brushing over your ribs, cupping your breasts, kneading them firmly. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, coaxing a breathless moan from your lips as your head fell back against the pillows.

Jake pulled away just in time to see the way your body arched into Jay's touch, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

A sudden, sharp thrust pulled your focus back to Jay. Your eyes snapped open, locking onto his dark, intense gaze. His grip on your breast tightened as he drove into you with slow, full strokes.

"Say it again," Jay growled. His thrusts grew sharper, rocking your body with every movement.

A whimper slipped from your lips, your hands flying to his wrists, gripping them for balance. Your mind felt hazy, drunk on the pleasure flooding your senses.

Without thinking, your other hand drifted to Jake's cock, fingers wrapping around his length. He was so hard, twitching in your grasp. A satisfied hum rumbled from his chest as you stroked him, your fingers tightening, gliding in slow motions.

Jake exhaled a sharp breath, his head tilting back slightly. When he looked at you again, his eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips parted in a lazy, pleased smile. He guided your hand along his length, showing you exactly how he liked it.

"Come on, baby," Jake murmured, voice velvety. "Say it again, hmm?"

Your breath hitched. You hesitated for a moment, cheeks flushing, because you weren't usually the type to talk during sex. It wasn't something you were used to.

But with the way they were looking at you, waiting, and starving for it. You bit your lip, gaze flickering between them, before finally whispering:

"U-use me 'til you c-cum. F-fill me, please."

A deep groan tore from Jay's throat, while Jake hissed, his grip on your hand tightening as his cock twitched in your palm.

You were practically screaming at this point. Everything was too much, too good—you could hardly believe this was your life now, wrapped up between them, drowning in sensations you'd never thought you'd get to experience.

You could feel every inch of Jay stretching you, filling you so completely, his deep, steady thrusts hitting on your g-spot inside you over and over again.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum—oh, shit." Jay moaned, his head tilting back, his jaw clenching. His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you still, feeling the way your walls squeezed around him, gripping him.

Jake pulled away from your hand while Jay straightened his back, adjusting his position, his grip shifting to your legs. Without warning, he pushed them further apart, spreading you wider, sinking even deeper inside you. A ragged cry ripped from your throat, your hands flying to his forearms.

You are catching your breath until you felt a warm breath ghosting over your swollen clit.

Your stomach tightened, and your entire body jerked when you felt the first slow, deliberate flick of his tongue against your clit. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling as he licked a long, slow stripe over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh my God!" you gasped, your fingers fisting the sheets, your head tossing to the side.

Jake hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. "She's so sensitive," he murmured, lips brushing against your slick heat.

Jay exhaled harshly, his fingers flexing on your thighs as he fought for control. His cock twitched inside you, the added stimulation pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

"You're such a tease," Jay gritted out, his hips snapping forward, driving into you harder.

Jake just grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he flattened his tongue against your clit, sucking gently.

Your vision blurred, the world around you dissolving into nothing but pure, white-hot pleasure. Every muscle in your body locked up, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed through you. Your walls clamped down around Jay, squeezing him so tightly that his rhythm stuttered, his breath hitching in his throat.

The sudden, hot rush of his release spilling deep inside you, filling you up completely. Jay let out a ragged groan, his fingers bruising against your thighs as he slammed himself deep one last time, grinding into you as he rode out his high.

The pleasure had hit so fast, so hard, that your body collapsed under the weight of it. Your mind went blank, your limbs limp, but before you could fully sink into the overwhelming sensation, Jake was suddenly there—moving swiftly, his hands gripping your arms, steadying you. "Whoa, baby—breathe," he murmured, His lips brushed over your temple as Jay's hips gave one last, weak thrust, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

"Fuck," Jay exhaled, his grip finally loosening, hands sliding over your trembling thighs before he slumped forward, his forehead pressing against your shoulder.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath is shaky as you tried to steady yourself, the aftershocks still lingering in your body. Your legs trembled, muscles twitching from the overwhelming sensation that still buzzed through you.

Suddenly, Jay's nose brushed against the curve of your neck as he nuzzled closer, his body relaxing against yours. The intimate gesture sent a soft, unexpected warmth blooming in your chest. While Jake's fingers lacing with yours, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

"You're okay?" Jake's voice was softer than usual, his fingers traced idle patterns on your wrist.

You blinked up at him, your mind still sluggish. You felt too much all at once—the lingering warmth of their bodies pressed against yours, the way Jay's breath ghosted over your skin and the soft ache between your thighs. And there was something else that is more deeper and unsettling.

They always did these small, tender touches that shouldn't mean anything, yet somehow felt like they did.

Of course, you liked it, but in the back of your mind, it was too much, too good like a dream you'd eventually have to wake up from.

"Shower?" Jay offered, you blinked up at him before glancing at Jake, who was still hard. He caught your gaze, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips before he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your mouth.

"It's okay," he murmured against your lips. "I'm sure you're tired already."

Tired? That was an understatement. Still, you hesitated, looking between the two of them because the thought of just leaving him like that made your chest tight.

You swallowed, "I can still..."

Jake huffed out a soft laugh, cutting you off with another kiss, this one slower, more indulgent, and when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Not tonight, baby," he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly down your arm. "You'll be sore enough as it is."

He wasn't wrong. You could already feel the dull ache settling into your muscles.

Jay shifted beside you, sitting up, rubbing a hand over his face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Come on," he murmured. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You exhaled shakily, allowing Jay to pull you up. Jake stretched, letting out a low groan before reluctantly rolling off the bed.

As Jay led you toward the bathroom, you cast one last glance at Jake, watching as he lazily stroked himself, smirking as he caught you staring.

"Go on," he teased, "I'll take care of myself."

Jay scooped you up, carrying you toward the bathroom. Your body felt weightless in his arms as the exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

The shower was already running, steam curling into the air. Instead of stepping directly under the spray, Jay lowered you into the bathtub, letting the warm water lap at your skin. The moment you sank into it, your body melted further, muscles loosening as the heat surrounded you.

You exhaled, head resting back against the tub's edge, eyes fluttering shut. The water rose higher, enveloping you completely, and for a moment, it felt like you could drift off right then and there.

Jake followed after not too long, he stepped into the tub behind you, his legs bracketing yours as he pulled you back against his chest.

Jay was still outside the tub, kneeling beside it. His hands dipped into the water, fingers skimming along your legs before reaching for the soap. The way he lathered it in his hands was deliberate, slow, before he started gliding his palms over your arms, your shoulders—so gentle, so careful.

Jake hummed against your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Relax," he murmured, his hands moving to rest on your waist beneath the water. "Just let us take care of you."

The intimacy of it all was overwhelming. This was new, too new. It wasn't just the sex, it was everything that came after. It was the quiet moments, it was the way they touched you, cared for you.

And you were just now realizing how dangerously comfortable you were becoming with it.

Without thinking, you shifted, turning into Jake's embrace. Your arms slid around his torso, pressing yourself against him, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Jake stilled for a second, as if caught off guard. Then, slowly, he let out a soft exhale, his arms tightening around you. His chin rested against the top of your head, fingers tracing along your back beneath the water.

A quiet understanding passed between Jay and Jake as their eyes met over your shoulder. Jay's lips twitched into a soft smile before he reached forward, his palm smoothing over your back, working the tension from your muscles as he poured warm water down your spine.

The sensation made you hum in response, your body sinking further into Jake's hold, lulled by the quiet care surrounding you.

The three of you slipped into the lecture hall, noticeably late. You kept your head down, fingers fumbling to smooth your hair as you hurried toward your usual seat while Jay and Jake trailed behind you.

Sunoo huffed the moment you slid into the chair beside him. With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, he snatched up the things he'd left on the seat that is clearly meant to reserve it for you.

"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, shoving his notebook into his bag.

Before you could respond, Jake tugged at the hem of your uniform, leaning in. "Hey, there are three open seats at the back," he murmured, nodding toward the empty row.

You glanced between him and Sunoo, lips parting slightly in hesitation. Sunoo tsked, shifting in his chair dramatically as if to make a point.

You gave Jake a small, apologetic smile before turning back to face the front. He exhaled through his nose, but didn't push it. Jay, as usual, said nothing, simply sliding into the seat behind you.

The lecture dragged on, your mind only half-focused as you felt the occasional tap of Jake's pen against the back of your chair. When class finally ended, Sunoo wasted no time, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the open field outside.

The two of you had spent too much time here during your vacant periods—lying on the grass, complaining about classes, escaping from whatever responsibilities you didn't feel like dealing with.

Sunoo sat down first with a grunt, motioning for you to join him. As soon as you did, he reached out, fixing the slightly crooked knot of your necktie with a pout.

"You're spending way too much time with them," he muttered. You opened your mouth to argue, but Sunoo was already pouting dramatically, arms crossed over his chest.

"Am I not your favorite gay best friend anymore?" he whined, tilting his head with exaggerated sadness.

A laugh bubbled from your lips despite yourself. "You're being ridiculous," you teased, nudging his leg with your knee.

"I'm being neglected," he insisted, flopping back onto the grass. "I'm being abandoned. Replaced."

"You are so dramatic."

Sunoo huffed, turning his head to squint at you. "Seriously, though. You've been with them nonstop lately. I get it, okay? They're hot and good at—" He made a vague gesture with his hands. "—stuff. But what about me? We used to be inseparable."

Your smile faltered slightly. You knew Sunoo wasn't actually mad, but there was something genuine beneath his usual theatrics.

"I know," you admitted, lowering your gaze. "It's just... different with them. I don't know how to explain it."

Sunoo propped himself up on his elbows. "Try me."

You hesitated because how could you put it into words?

Sunoo watched your expression carefully, then sighed. "Look, I just don't want you getting hurt. They're... well..." Sunoo stop what he was about to say, you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sunoo softened. "I'm not saying stop. Just... don't lose yourself in it, okay?"

You swallowed, feeling an odd tightness in your chest. "I won't," you promised.

Sunoo stared at you for another second before sighing and sitting up fully. Then, with a sly grin, he poked your cheek. "Now, tell me the dirty details. Who's better?"

"Sunoo!"

"What? Best friends share everything!"

You told yourself it wasn't a big deal.

Whatever you were feeling—it was just because this was new, unfamiliar. You weren't used to it yet, that's all. It wasn't something deeper.

Just go with the flow.

Besides, Sunoo hugged you all the time, kissed your hair, looped his arm through yours without a second thought. Affection didn't have to mean anything complicated.

These past few days, you'd been keeping a little distance, limiting how much time you spent with them. Not because you didn't want to be around them, but because you didn't want to get used to this feeling.

And, you didn't want Sunoo to think you were replacing him. He was your best friend—your super best friend, as he liked to remind you. No one could ever take his place.

"Let's go! We're going to Burger King!" Sunoo declared, tugging your arm dramatically.

You barely had a second to react before Jake's arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest. A startled squeal left your lips as your feet nearly lifted off the ground.

"She already said yes when I asked her for shawarma," Jake argued, his grip tightening, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke.

You twisted between them, eyes flicking back and forth. Sunoo glared at Jake and Jake smirked at Sunoo.

Sunoo narrowed his eyes, gripping your arm tighter. "Shawarma? Seriously? That's so basic. She's getting a burger."

Jake scoffed, his arms still locked around your waist. "She literally loves shawarma. And, unlike you, I asked first."

"Oh, so now we're keeping track of who asks first?" Sunoo shot back, voice dripping with mockery. "That's cute, Jake. Real cute."

You groaned, twisting between them. "Guys—"

"Nope." Sunoo cut you off, yanking you toward him. "Burger."

Jake pulled you right back against his chest. "Shawarma."

Jay sighed, barely looking up from his phone as your body jerked between Jake and Sunoo's relentless tug-of-war.

"She's coming with us!" Jake huffed, tightening his grip on your waist.

Sunoo scoffed, yanking your arm in the opposite direction. "Excuse me?! I had her first!"

Jake let out a mocking gasp. "Oh, so now we're keeping track of who had her first?" He stuck his tongue out at Sunoo.

Sunoo placed a hand over his chest. "We are super best friends! Inseparable! Back in high school, everyone said we were like a total package. Where I go, she goes."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Dude, you sound like a clingy ex."

Sunoo gasped, absolutely scandalized. "I do not—"

Before he could finish, Jay suddenly reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you toward him.

"Enough," he muttered, slipping his phone into his pocket. He started walking, his fingers laced through yours to keep you from being stolen again.

"Wha—? Where are you taking her?!" Sunoo yelped.

Jay didn't even glance back. "Away from you two idiots."

Jake let out a low whistle, crossing his arms. "Damn. Kinda hot."

Sunoo scowled. "You would say that."

Meanwhile, your brain short-circuited as you stared down at Jay's hand in yours, warmth spreading from your fingertips all the way up to your face. Jake and Sunoo trailed after you, still bickering over who got to walk beside you, tugging at your sleeves and elbowing each other like children.

Jay let out a sharp exhale, clearly losing patience. Without a word, he shifted his grip, draping an arm firmly around your shoulders and pulling you flush against his side.

Sunoo cross his arms and huffed dramatically. "This is favoritism."

Jay shot them both a deadpan look. "Shut up."

In the end, none of the arguing mattered. The four of you ended up crammed into a booth at a Chinese restaurant, chopsticks clinking against bowls as you all shared food between bites of conversation.

Sunoo still sulked. Jake kept stealing food from your plate. And Jay, despite his earlier scowl, just kept filling your bowl with more dumplings.

The weekend arrived, and Jay had texted, asking you to hang out. At the same time, Sunoo and Wonyoung had invited you to go figure skating.

Torn between the two, you decided to make the most of your day, texting Jay that you'd come by in the evening, not wanting to miss out on time with your friends.

By the time you stepped out of the taxi in front of Jay's apartment, your legs were sore and aching, exhaustion creeping into your muscles from hours on the ice. You barely had time to lift your hand to knock before the door swung open.

Jake stood there, his eyes instantly lighting up at the sight of you. His sweet smile stretched wide before he reached forward, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you inside.

"Finally," he breathed, his grip warm and firm as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

A giggle escaped your lips as he pressed a trail of playful, affectionate kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. Your stomach fluttered—there it was again, that strange, uncontrollable feeling. The way your heart pounded just a little too hard.

"Missed you, missed you," Jake whined softly, his cheek brushing against yours as he held you impossibly closer.

You laughed, shaking your head as your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns against Jake's back. "We literally ate at the Chinese restaurant three days ago," you reminded him.

Jake only whined in response, rocking the both of you side to side like a sulking child. He lifted his head, lower lip jutted out in the most exaggerated pout, eyes big and pleading.

"Yeah, but Sunoo was there," he complained, brows furrowing. "I wanna spend more time with you—just me, you, and Jay."

His words sent a strange little jolt through you, warm curling in your stomach.

"You didn't even text that much today," he muttered, his pout deepening.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I was with Sunoo and Wonyoung, you know that."

Jake huffed dramatically. "Still. I need my daily dose of you."

His words sent another jolt through you, curling around your ribs like a slow-burning ember. You tried to play it off, focusing on how ridiculously cute he looked instead of the way your pulse picked up speed.

"You're such a baby," you teased, reaching up to pinch his cheeks between your fingers. His skin was warm under your touch, and when he scrunched his nose in response, it only made your heart pound harder.

"Am not," he grumbled, though he made no effort to pull away. If anything, he leaned into your touch. His eyes flickered over your face, studying you for a second before his lips curled into a grin. "But if I were a baby, I'd be your favorite, right?"

Before you could answer, a voice cut through the moment. "You're blocking the door," Jay said flatly, standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, watching the two of you.

Jake didn't let go immediately. Instead, he smirked and tightened his arms around you one last time, swaying you both dramatically before finally pulling back. "She's mine for the next hour," Jake announced proudly.

Jay rolled his eyes. "You literally saw her three days ago."

"And it felt like years," Jake shot back, dragging you toward the living room.

The movie flickered on the screen, but it had long since become nothing more than background noise. You and Jake were supposed to be watching it together—Jay had opted out, choosing to focus on his classwork instead, not wanting to procrastinate. But somewhere along the way, Jake's hand had found its way to your thigh, stroking absently as if he wasn't really thinking about it.

At first, it was innocent. Just a casual touch. But then his fingers started moving, kneading softly, tracing small circles against your skin, his fingertips creeping higher with each pass.

Your breath caught. You shifted slightly, adjusting your position, but your legs instinctively parted. You didn't even realize you were doing it until Jake let out a quiet chuckle.

"Look at that," he murmured, his fingers ghosting over your clothed heat. "Already opening up for me?"

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, body sinking into the couch as he teased you. The touch was light, barely there, but enough to set a slow burn deep in your stomach.

His fingers pressed down, rubbing slow, lazy circles through the fabric of your shorts. Your breath came out in a shaky exhale, hips lifting ever so slightly, chasing more friction.

"You're so warm," he mused, his voice dipping lower, more hushed. "And already so wet."

You nodded weakly, your thoughts scattering as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts, brushing against your bare skin. A quiet moan slipped past your lips.

"You know," you breathed between soft gasps, "I still can't believe I'm experiencing this."

Jake hummed, his lips trailing along the side of your neck. "Oh? And why's that?"

Your fingers twitched against the couch, gripping the fabric as he slid a finger between your folds. The touch was electric, sending pleasure zipping up your spine.

"I never really enjoyed sex before," you said, gasping when he pressed against your clit just right. "It's... shocking, I guess. That you and Jay just know exactly how to—fuck—please me."

Jake smirked, his lips curling against your skin. "Mmm, keep talking, baby," he whispered.

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved with deliberate skill, teasing and stroking in just the right way. Your thighs trembled, your body completely pliant under his touch.

"I-it's like—oh, shit, shit, right there, Jake—it's like my body just picked only the two of you."

Jake groaned, his fingers pressed deeper, circling with the perfect amount of pressure. He pulled back just enough to look at you. "Damn right it did," he murmured. "Your body will only listen to us."

Jake shifted his position, settling more comfortably between your legs. His free hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to your collarbone, baring your chest to the cool air.

You didn't wait, you unclasped your bra in a rush. Jake's lips curled into a smirk, his breath warm against your skin.

"You like it more when your left breast gets attention, don't you?" His voice was teasing, but he didn't wait for an answer.

The second his mouth latched onto your left mound, a whimper tore from your throat. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, lips closing around it as he sucked just hard enough to make your back arch off the couch.

"Hah—fuck, Jake," you moaned, your back arching off the couch as his fingers pumped deeper.

Jake chuckled against your flushed skin. "Jay was right," he murmured, pulling back just enough to blow cool air over your wet nipple, making it pebble even harder. His fingers didn't slow between your legs, pressing deep, curling just right. "You always react more when we do this."

To prove his point, he dragged his teeth lightly over the stiff peak, making you jolt, a breathless gasp escaping your lips. Then, his mouth closed around it again, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl. His free hand found your other breast, rolling and pinching your neglected nipple between his fingers, the combination of sensations making your head spin.

Your body was melting under his touch, too sensitive. Every flick of his tongue, every slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers inside you. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping at the soft strands, trying to anchor yourself as you rocked against his hand. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you mixed with the low hum of pleasure vibrating from his throat.

"Jake—Jake, I'm—" You barely managed to get the words out. You could feel it, that familiar, intoxicating build-up, your walls clenching tight around his fingers.

Jake groaned, feeling the way you squeezed him. "Oh, you love that, don't you?" he mused. "Knowing we talk about you? Knowing we know exactly what makes you fall apart?"

His words sent a new wave of arousal crashing through you. The idea of Jay and Jake discussing you like this, learning every single detail of your body, what you liked, what drove you insane—it made your core throb even harder.

Jake pulled back to look at you, lips swollen, pupils blown wide with lust. He didn't stop, fingers pressing deeper, fucking into you at a steady, teasing pace. "Bet you'd love to hear what else we say about you, huh?" he murmured, grinning as he watched your breath hitch.

Jake pushed himself up, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"We would love to fuck that ass."

A raw moan spilling from your lips, your grip on his hair tightened as your body tensed. A rush of heat pooled in your stomach, pleasure snapping so fast and sharp that your hips bucked against his hand, thighs shaking as your orgasm crashed over you.

"Oh my God, Jake!" you gasped, clenching hard around his fingers, your body twitching, desperate to hold onto the overwhelming pleasure for just a little longer.

Jake groaned, his free hand smoothing over your thigh, gripping it possessively as he worked you through your high. "Woah, that's it." he murmured. "Came so fast just from that, huh? You love the idea, don't you?"

You swallowed, still catching your breath, your body limp against the couch. Jake pulled his fingers from you slowly, watching the way your slick coated them, shining in the dim light.

He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a hum of satisfaction. "Fuck," he sighed, grinning as he met your dazed, fucked-out gaze.

"Y-You're going to f-fuck my butt?"

Jake's grin widened, his cock twitching inside his pajama pants at how wrecked you sounded. Instead of answering right away, he leaned in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to your lips.

"Only if you want to," he murmured.

You didn't even hesitate, eyes wide and desperate when you looked at him. "I want to."

Jake inhaled sharply, his grip on your thigh tightening for a second before he let out a low chuckle. "Fuck, yeah."

His cock throbbed at just the thought, but he forced himself to pull back, exhaling through his nose to keep control.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up first." Jake scooped you up, carrying you toward the bathroom on the first floor. The moment he set you down, he was already moving, grabbing the necessary supplies, turning on the faucet, letting warm water fill the sink.

You sat on the closed toilet seat, face already burning in embarrassment as you watched him prepare. "I can do it myself, you know."

Jake only smirked, kneeling in front of you. "I know, but where's the fun in that?"

A whimper lodged in your throat when he gently guided you to stand, then turned you to face the counter. His hands slid down your waist, his touch is careful as he spread your ass apart, exposing both your soaked cunt and your tight, clenching hole.

You let out a choked sound, immediately covering your face with your hands.

Jake chuckled at your reaction, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. "Don't be shy, baby," he murmured, "I'm gonna eat this later, you know."

Your breath hitched, fingers gripping the edge of the counter, anticipation coiling in your stomach despite the embarrassment flooding your face.

Then the douche touched your hole. You sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively tensing, but Jake was already there, his lips trailing soft kisses along your shoulder, his free hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back.

"Relax," he cooed, his voice low and patient. "Anus muscles are naturally good at sucking, so don't worry about the water coming in. It won't feel as weird as you think."

Jake squeezed your hip reassuringly before continuing, "I'm gonna let the water stay inside for a few seconds. It'll feel uncomfortable, but it's totally bearable, okay?"

You exhaled shakily, nodding, trusting him completely.

Jake smiled against your skin, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Good girl."

Your body shuddered at his praise, the tension in your shoulders melting ever so slightly. Jake kept his hand steady on your back, his fingers tracing light patterns to keep you relaxed as he slowly let the water flow in.

A strange pressure built inside you, foreign and mildly uncomfortable, but not unbearable. You whined softly, shifting on your feet, and Jake leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

"Breathe through it," he murmured, "just a few more seconds, baby."

You focused on his touch, on the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. When he finally let the water out, a strange relief washed over you, making you sigh.

"See? Not so bad, huh?" Jake grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

You nodded, still feeling a bit shy about the whole process. "It's... weird."

Jake chuckled, squeezing your waist. "Yeah, first time always is. But you're doing so good for me."

His words made your stomach flutter. It was stupid, the way something as simple as that made warmth spread through your chest.

"One more time, okay?" Jake said. "Then you'll be all clean for us."

Your breath caught in your throat at the implication—for us.

"I'll be the first, alright? Get you nice and used to it."

You whimpered at his words, thighs pressing together as heat surged through you. Jake chuckled, noticing your reaction.

"Then, when you're ready," he continued, "we'll take you together."

A gasp left your lips as he nipped at your ear. "I'll be in your pussy, stretching you open while Jay fills up this tight little hole."

Your knees nearly buckled, a whine escaping you as you pressed your forehead against the cool tile. The images flashing through your mind—Jake stretching you open, Jay filling you from behind. It felt surreal, like stepping into one of your deepest, filthiest fantasies. The kind you'd only ever dreamed about. But this was real. This was happening.

Your pussy clenched involuntarily, already aching for more.

Once he finished helping you clean up, you turned to face him, hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him down into a heated kiss. It wasn't soft or slow, it was desperate and needy. Your hands roamed his chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin as his tongue slid against yours.

Jake's hands found their way to your ass, gripping firmly as he hoisted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, locking him in place as your lips remained fused in a messy, heated kiss.

He carried you effortlessly up the stairs, his fingers kneading your flesh. You barely registered the moment when he pushed the bedroom door open, until you caught sight of Jay.

Jay was seated at his desk, head tilted slightly downward, pen gliding across the pages of his binder notebook. The only acknowledgment he gave was a brief sigh as he adjusted the volume of his headset, as if this was nothing new to him.

You swallowed, glancing at Jay's back, hesitating. "I think we're going to disturb him," you murmured quietly.

Jake only laughed, his fingers teasing along the curve of your waist. "Ignore him," he whispered, "We're going to have so much fun."

His hands traveled upward, kneading your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples. "All fours, baby. Arch your back."

Without thinking, you obeyed. Your knees pressed into the mattress, hands sinking into the sheets as you positioned yourself. You peeked over your shoulder, stealing another glance at Jay. He was still writing, pen moving in smooth, deliberate strokes, seemingly unaffected.

"He's not going to join?" you asked.

Jake smirked, running a hand down your spine, pressing at the small of your back to deepen the arch. "Patience," he murmured. "You know how Jay is. He'll join us later."

Jake reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. Both of you were already bare against the sheets, Jake wasted no time positioning himself behind you, his hands spreading your ass apart as he dipped his head down.

The first swipe of his tongue over your soaked folds made you gasp, your fingers curling into the sheets. "Fuck," he groaned, voice muffled against your skin. "Always so sweet."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself sink into the sensation, a breathy sigh slipping past your lips as you rocked back against his mouth.

Jake tilted his head, pressing his tongue deeper, swirling it inside you before dragging it back up. Then, he started kissing your pussy—deep, wet kisses, his tongue flicking against your clit before sliding up again.

A quiet moan escaped you, but even through the haze of pleasure, you were still aware of Jay sitting at his desk just a few feet away. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out, not wanting to disturb him. Even though, really, what you were doing behind him was distracting enough.

"I'm going to eat this little ass, okay?" Jake murmured. Your breath hitched, his hands smoothed over your back, a silent reassurance. "Hey, relax," he soothed, pressing a kiss to the base of your spine.

The moment his tongue flicked against your other hole, a sharp whimper tore from your lips. Your grip on the sheets tightened as your body jolted at the unfamiliar sensation. It was strange, but the way Jake's free hand slid between your legs to rub slow, deliberate circles over your clit sent waves of pleasure crashing over the discomfort.

And when Jake's tongue breached your hole, a sharp, uncontrollable moan ripped from your throat. The sensation was nothing like you had expected. It was hot, wet, and utterly overwhelming.

Jake let out a low laugh. "Didn't expect to like it this much, huh?" he teased before delivering a sharp slap to your pussy. You yelped, your hips jerking at the sudden sting, only for the warmth of his tongue to soothe it a moment later.

He moved effortlessly between your holes, one moment pressing into your ass, the next licking a slow, filthy stripe down to your dripping cunt. He groaned against you, savoring the way your body practically fed him, his tongue eagerly lapping up everything.

You turned your head, eyes seeking out Jay, still hunched over his notebook, pen moving steadily across the page as if nothing was happening behind him. The sight made you feel frustrated, a desperate whine escaping your lips.

"J-Jay..." you whimpered, arching your back even more, hoping and begging for him to at least look.

Jake chuckled against your skin, his tongue flicking over your clit before he pulled back, lips glistening. "Aww, baby wants his attention?" he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your butt cheeks.

Your fingers twisted into the sheets, body trembling as Jake's hand came down to knead your ass. "Don't worry," he murmured. "He'll break soon. He always does."

"For now, pay attention to me, hmm?" His voice was so as his hands gliding over your skin . "I'm going to insert a finger. Okay?"

You took a deep breath, and Jake pressed another kiss to your lower back. "Breathe for me, there you go," he murmured as his slicked-up finger traced the tight ring of muscle, teasing but not pushing in just yet.

You whined softly, your body instinctively tensing again. Jake immediately noticed and stopped, pressing more soft kisses against your skin. "I won't rush you," he reassured, his tone filled with patience. "Just focus on how good it feels, okay?"

He flattened his tongue against your entrance again, massaging the sensitive skin with slow licks, easing you into the sensation. It was strange and unfamiliar—but paired with his mouth, it felt... good. Slowly, your muscles began to relax, your body responding to his careful attention.

Only when he felt you melt against him did he ease his finger inside, pushing in barely an inch before stopping. "Still good, baby?" he asked, pausing to gauge your reaction.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding against the sheets. "Y-Yeah... feels weird, but... good."

Jake grinned, "good girl. You're doing so well."

Behind you, Jay finally let out a quiet sigh, the sound barely audible over your heavy breathing. You turned your head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Though he was still pretending to focus on his notebook, the way he gripped his pen a little too tightly told you everything.

Jake's fingers pressed deeper, slick with lube, stretching you open with slow, careful movements. His cock twitched at the sight of your arched back, the way your ass framed the tight ring of muscle he was working open. He exhaled harshly through his nose, visibly restraining himself from rushing, from giving in to his own desperation.

"You're doing so good, baby," he murmured. Your breath hitched when he added another finger, scissoring you open, teasing the tight heat. It felt strange, but Jake was patient, never pushing too far.

When he was sure you were as ready as you could be, he pulled away slightly, fumbling with the condom, his hands unsteady. He sheathed himself quickly, then positioned himself behind you, his chest pressing flush against your back as he kissed your shoulder.

"I'll go slow," he whispered, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other guided himself to your entrance.

The first press of his cock made you whimper. Jake immediately hushed you, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Relax, baby," he soothed, his hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them gently. "Breathe for me, nice and slow."

Despite his best efforts to take it easy, you could hear his breath hitch, feel his thighs tremble as he pushed forward inch by inch. He was trying—really trying—not to just snap his hips forward and bury himself fully inside you.

Behind you, the scrape of a chair echoed through the room, followed by the shift of the mattress. You felt Jay's presence right beside you. When you turned your head, you found him sitting on the bed, jaw tight, eyes locked onto the place where Jake was slowly stretching you open.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jake groaned, his voice almost breaking. "Feels so fucking good, baby—ahh—"

Before he could move any further, Jay's voice cut through. "Don't move yet."

Jake let out a frustrated curse, gripping your waist tightly as he stilled. "I know, fuck—I know," he muttered, jaw clenched, his cock twitching inside you.

Jay didn't say anything else. Instead, he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted more onto Jake's length. Then, just as carefully, he guided Jake's hips forward, ensuring the stretch remained slow.

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Breathe," he murmured, his hand trailing down between your legs, fingers finding your clit.

The added pleasure made you exhale sharply, your body slowly easing up. Jake took that moment to push the rest of the way in, finally bottoming out with a deep, shuddering groan.

The fullness was something—a different kind of stretch, a different kind of sensation than you were used to. You felt so completely stuffed, and the burn slowly morphing into something else.

Jay shifted beneath you, adjusting his position so that your legs straddled him, his broad frame supporting your weight as he reached between your bodies. His fingers returned to your clit, circling it. The moment his mouth latched onto your breast, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud, you let out a helpless moan, your body trembling between the two of them.

Jake took that moment to start moving. Slowly at first, rolling his hips forward, pressing himself deeper inch by inch. A strangled gasp tore from your throat as you felt every bit of him stretching you in a way that had you teetering between pleasure and overwhelming sensation.

"Ha—so good," Jake groaned, as he felt the way your body clenched around him. "Your ass is so fucking tight. I could stay buried in here forever—ahh, fuck—"

Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, fingers digging into Jay's shoulders as you struggled to ground yourself. The pressure between your legs from Jay's touch only intensified everything, sending you spiraling faster than you expected.

Jake picked up his pace, his hips snapping forward in deep thrusts. Each movement pushed you further onto Jay's waiting tongue and fingers, the dual stimulation making your mind go hazy.

You whimpered, your breath coming out in sharp, desperate gasps. "Kiss—please," you begged, eyes glossy, lips parted in a plea.

Jay wasted no time. His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans as his hand worked faster between your legs, matching the rhythm of Jake's thrusts.

You were already overwhelmed, but you still wanted more. Needed more.

Your hands moved blindly, fumbling with the waistband of Jay's shorts, tugging at the fabric in desperation. Jake smirked behind you, his thrusts slowing slightly as he turned your head to steal another kiss.

Jay let out a deep breathe, standing just enough to push down his shorts and boxers, his hard length springing free. He palmed himself lazily, watching the way your body rocked between them.

You broke the kiss with Jake, your gaze immediately dropping to Jay's aching arousal. "Want you too, please," you whined, voice shaky as your hands are reaching for him.

Jay inhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. "Yeah?" he murmured, dragging the tip of his cock along your soaked folds, teasing your clit, your body twitching at the light, agonizing touch. You keep nodding your head desperately.

"Fuck," he muttered, his fingers gripping his dick tight as he forced himself to hold back. "Not yet. Maybe next time... we need your body to get used to this first."

Your heart dropped, "b-but..." your voice wavered, disappointment crashing into you.

Jake stilled behind you, his hands soothing over your hips. "Shh, don't cry, baby," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder, but the tears were already slipping down your cheeks.

Jay cursed under his breath, wiping a stray tear with his thumb. "You're too fucking cute when you get like this," he sighed. "We're just taking our time,"

You hiccupped a breath, nodding, even as your body still ached for more.

Jake's grip tightened on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. His pace grew frantic and desperate, losing himself in the way your body clenched around him.

Your moans grew louder, mixing with his gasps, your legs shaking violently. Your muscles gave out, and the two of you collapsed onto Jay beneath you.

"Shit—!" Jay cursed as your weight pressed down on him, but his hand never left your dripping cunt. His fingers slipped inside, one, then two—stretching you open, curling it together with Jake's thrust inside your ass.

A scream ripped from your throat, back arching as the sudden intrusion sent you into an orgasm with no build-up. Your vision blurred, your body convulsing between them, the pleasure hitting so hard that it almost hurt.

"I'm cumming, oh fuck — I'm cumming!" Jake groaned, his hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom, his grip on your waist loosening as the last waves of pleasure wracked through him.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, just the sound of your ragged breaths mixing together. Then, slowly, Jake shifted, carefully pulling out of you with a soft, "Fuck, that was..." He trailed off, still catching his breath.

He rolled onto his side, tugging you with him, pressing a lazy, satisfied kiss to your temple. His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned over, stealing a slow kiss from Jay before turning back to you, brushing his knuckles against your flushed cheek.

"Tired?" Jay murmured, watching as your eyes fluttered shut. You managed a small hum in response, body sinking into the mattress, completely drained.

Normally, the three of you could go for hours, pushing past exhaustion until you were nothing but a boneless, overstimulated mess. But this time, it felt different. Deeper. More intense.

A warm hand smoothed down your spine. You didn't know whose it was—Jay or Jake—but it didn't matter. The heat of their bodies surrounded you, and within seconds, you slipped into unconsciousness.

Jake drifted off almost instantly, his breath evening out as he buried his face against your shoulder, one arm draped lazily over your waist. His soft snores filled the quiet room, his grip on you instinctive even in sleep.

Jay propped up on one elbow, let out a quiet exhale, glancing between the two of you. For a moment longer, he just watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way Jake's fingers twitched in his sleep, and the peaceful expression on your face. Then, with a sigh, he reached over, pulling the blanket over the both of you before turning onto his back.

You woke up suddenly, an odd sense of emptiness settling in your chest, and you don't even know why. The bed felt lighter, and the steady warmth that should have been there was missing.

Jake's loud, unbothered snores vibrated against your neck, his arm still draped lazily around your waist. You groaned softly, shifting carefully to pry yourself from his grip. He mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, but didn't wake as you finally slipped free.

Sitting up, you glanced around the dark room. Jay wasn't there.

Frowning, you grabbed one of Jake's oversized shirts from the floor and pulled it over your head, the hem falling mid-thigh. The air was cooler outside the warmth of the blankets as you quietly padded out of the room.

Descending the stairs, you caught the faint flicker of light coming from the living room. The low hum of a guitar solo played softly in the background, the screen illuminating Jay's face as he lounged on the couch, a half-empty beer bottle resting against his thigh.

"Why aren't you in bed?" you murmured, your voice thick with sleep. God, you sounded so clingy. But you couldn't help it. The bed felt too empty without him.

Jay's gaze flickered to you as he took another slow sip of his beer before replying, "Trying to make myself sleep."

You hummed in response, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled closer, the oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. Without hesitation, you sank onto the couch beside him, tucking your legs beneath you.

"What can I do to help?" you asked softly, eyes still heavy.

"Just gonna finish this," Jay replied, his eyes fixed on the TV in front of him. You let out a quiet yawn, your foot tapping idly against the floor as you waited.

"Go back upstairs," Jay murmured, still not looking at you. "I'll be up soon."

You shook your head, stubborn even in your drowsiness. Instead of leaving, you shifted closer, leaning against him, resting your head against his shoulder. He stiffened slightly, his whole body going still as he felt your breath warm against his neck.

"Why are you so awkward?" you mumbled, "we have sex, like, all the time, and there's still this... barrier."

Jay didn't answer. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, and before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out—words you would never dare say if you were fully awake.

"Do you hate me?"

You weren't even sure why you said it. Maybe it was the way he always seemed just a little more distant than Jake. Maybe it was the fact that, even after all this time, you still couldn't quite read him the way you wanted to.

Jay finally let out a slow breath, placing his beer down on the table. Then, he turned his head slightly, just enough for his lips to brush against the top of your head.

"You're an idiot," he muttered. But his hand found yours, fingers lacing together with yours, squeezing softly. "How could I ever hate you?"

"Dunno," you mumbled, melting into the his touch. His arm wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you just a little closer. Even through your drowsiness, you felt that familiar tingling sensation spreading through your chest.

Jay exhaled, tilting his head back against the couch. "I'm just... feeling guilty."

Your brows furrowed slightly, your cheek still pressed against his shoulder. "About what?"

He hesitated, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "I feel like I never really got the chance to properly apologize," he admitted. "For how I treated you in the beginning... and for your throat."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "My throat is fine," you murmured, nuzzling even closer.

Jay scoffed softly, his fingers tightening slightly around yours. "Still... sorry," he muttered.

You hummed in response, barely awake now, the warmth of his body lulling you further into relaxation. A comfortable silence settled between you before you mumbled, "Am not gonna take Jake away from you, y'know."

Jay stiffened slightly. "You're still thinking I'm jealous of you?"

You smiled, shifting against him. "Maybe? Either way, I like you both around me."

His grip on your hand loosened, and when you peeked up at him, his expression were hesitant, like he wasn't sure how to respond. But then, his lips quirked up, and he patted your head. "Yeah?"

"Mhm," you mumbled sleepily. "And I like it when you're rough... Be like that always, please."

Jay exhaled sharply, eyes darkening just a fraction. You let out a louder yawn, completely unaware of how your words were affecting him. "And I miss having your cock in my mouth."

Jay groaned, tilting his head back against the couch. "You really have no filter when you're sleepy, do you?"

You giggled against his chest. "Nope."

He let out a slow, deep breath, rubbing a hand over his face. "Go to sleep before you say something that makes me do something stupid."

"Wouldn't mind that either..." You hummed again, but instead of settling down, you shifted, pressing your face into his lap, your lips grazing over the outline of his hardening cock.

Jay sucked in a sharp breath. "You're not even listening to me, are you?"

"Mm-mm," you hummed playfully, tugging at the waistband of his shorts.

His cock was already half-hard, twitching slightly as you pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the tip over the fabric.

Jay sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on your hair tightening, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail just slightly as he felt your warm mouth envelop the head of his cock. "Careful," he warned.

You hummed, the vibration making him groan low in his throat. Despite your sleepiness, your tongue flicked over his tip, lapping at the precum that had gathered there before slowly taking more of him into your mouth.

"Shit," he exhaled, his free hand gripping the couch cushion beside him. You were still half-asleep, barely aware of how needy and pliant you were being, and that made it so much worse for him.

Jay tugged at your hair gently, forcing you to look up at him. Your half-lidded eyes were glassy with sleep, your lips already glistening with spit. He cursed under his breath, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

"You're really something else, you know that?" he muttered. You only blinked up at him, Jay let out a slow breath, he guided your mouth back down, pushing his hips forward just enough for you to take him deeper.

"Since you miss it so much," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the corner of your lips, "I'll make sure you don't forget how full your mouth can get."

He moved your head with his hand, setting the pace for you. His hips rocked forward in slow, shallow thrusts, careful not to push too deep. But you whined softly, taking control, swallowing more of him down.

Jay cursed, his abs tensing as he tried to hold back. The blowjob was sloppy—messy, lazy. You weren't focused, lost somewhere between sleep and need, your hands barely gripping his thighs for support. So he did it for you, controlling the movement, his fingers guiding your head as his cock disappeared between your lips over and over again.

His breathing grew heavier, his stomach clenching. "I'll be finishing soon," he whispered.

"Jay?"

Jay's head snapped up.

Jake stood at the staircase, wearing only his pajama bottoms, his hair messy from sleep, rubbing at his eyes as he yawned. His expression was still half-asleep, but he was clearly taking in the sight of you between Jay's legs.

Jay exhaled through his nose. "God, both of you are so needy."

Jake dropped onto the couch beside him, slumping slightly. He looked down at you, his fingers brushing through the strands of your hair that is falling. On a normal night, Jake would be on your back, pressing into you, fucking you together. But tonight was different. You were all just barely holding onto consciousness.

Jay turned his head as Jake leaned in, lips brushing over the curve of his jaw, then trailing down his neck. Jay's hand slid over Jake's waist, pulling him in as their mouths met in an unhurried kiss.

Jake hummed against him, fingers tracing lazy circles over Jay's chest, flicking over his nipple. Jay let out a breathy chuckle. "You're barely awake."

Jake smiled sleepily, nuzzling against Jay's neck. "And yet I still found you guys." He glanced down at you. "C'mon, babe, let him finish so we can all go back to bed."

You hummed softly in response, your mouth still wrapped around Jay, tongue swirling lazily over his length.

Your pace was slow, but it didn't matter, Jay was already on edge, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth fully. He could feel Jake beside him, the way his fingers flicker his nipples.

Jake's other hand moved lower, brushing over your shoulder before slipping beneath Jay's shirt, his palm pressing flat against his stomach.

Jay's breath hitched. "Shit," he muttered. He could barely focus anymore, the wet heat of your mouth, and the teasing touch of Jake's hands. It was too much all at once.

Jay pushed your head down further, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he came, his body tensing beneath Jake's touch. He held you there for a moment, his breath coming out in harsh, uneven pants before finally releasing his grip, letting you pull back.

You swallowed, licking your lips sleepily as you looked up at him.

"Good?" you murmured. "Can we sleep now?"

Jay let out a breathless chuckle, still caught in the aftershocks of his orgasm. His hand found your hair, stroking it in slowly.

"Yeah," he muttered, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Come on, let's go."

Jake yawned beside you, stretching his arms over his head before reaching for you, guiding you up onto your shaky legs. The three of you stumbled up the stairs, still half-asleep, and Jay's hands instinctively settled on your lower backs, guiding you forward.

Once you reached the bed, you collapsed onto the mattress without a second thought. Jay lay on his back, his chest beneath your cheek, while Jake curled up behind you, one arm lazily draped over your waist.

As your eyelids fluttered shut, one last thought flickered through your hazy mind.

This felt nice. Too nice.

And God forbid, you were starting to need it.

If your 18-year-old self could see you now, she'd probably laugh in your face. She'd roll her eyes, scoff, and tell you to get a grip, that liking two guys at the same time wasn't a big deal, that you were being dramatic. Maybe she'd even tell you to kill yourself for overthinking it. Because back then, emotions were easy to dismiss. Love wasn't something you spent time analyzing; it was either there, or it wasn't.

Now you were 22, caught in something you didn't even have a name for. A situationship? Friends with benefits? Whatever it was, it consumed you.

The longer you were with them, the more you realized how easily you had settled into this dynamic. You had become comfortable—too comfortable. The way you sought them out, the way you melted under their touches, the way you craved them when they weren't around. It wasn't just physical neediness anymore. You liked them. Both of them. Romantically.

But you told yourself to just go with the flow.

People fell in love with their friends all the time, didn't they? And most of them survived it.

Besides, you were lucky. The two people you liked not only wanted you around, but they treated you well. They welcomed you into their arms without hesitation. And on top of that, the three of you had the best sex imaginable. It felt like an advantage.

And it was enough.

"What shade do I get?" You asked, your arms wrapped around Jake's as you stood in front of the display of matte lipsticks. Your fingers skimmed over the rows of colors, indecisive.

Jake tilted his head, studying them before picking one up and swiping it across his wrist.

"Are you sure you want this brand?" he asked, rubbing the spot with his thumb. "It feels kinda sticky."

"Because it's a super stay," you explained. "I tried it once when I was sucking you off, and it didn't even smudge."

Jake's eyes lit up instantly, his mouth parting slightly before he turned back to the display.

"Really?" He grabbed a few more shades without hesitation, tossing them into your basket. "I think you should get all of these."

You laughed, watching as Jake eagerly tossed more lipsticks into your basket. "You just want an excuse to see me test them out, don't you?"

Jake smirked, unbothered by how obvious he was. "Of course. I wanna know which one looks the best when you're on your knees."

Heat crawled up your neck, and you playfully smacked his arm. "Pervert."

"And yet you love it," he teased, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

Before you could retort, another voice joined in. "What are you two up to now?"

You turned to see Jay approaching, a cup of iced coffee in hand. He arched a brow at the sight of the basket full of lipsticks before looking at you expectantly.

"She's getting new lipstick," Jake answered for you, grinning. "Ones that don't smudge, even when she's—"

You slapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence. "Shut up!" you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard.

Jay's eyes flickered with amusement, sipping his coffee slowly. "I see. So, should I assume you're going to be testing them out on us later?"

You groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. "I hate both of you."

It was enough, really.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at the elevator mirror, taking in the reflection of the three of you. Jay stood in the middle, arms weighed down with shopping bags that you and Jake had gleefully filled. Jake leaned against the mirrored wall with a lazy grin, one hand in his pocket, the other draped over your shoulder.

It felt really nice, having them both around.

-

"D-Don't ruin my hair, please!" you moaned. "I need to attend some birthday party—ahh!"

Your dress was bunched up around your waist, panties tugged to the side, leaving you open and exposed as Jay thrust into you from behind.

"You should've thought about that before teasing me all day," Jay growled.

"I knew getting ready here was a bad idea," you whimpered, fingers scrambling against the bathroom sink for support. Your reflection in the mirror was a mess, flushed skin, glazed eyes, lips parted as moans spilled out despite your best efforts to stay quiet. And to make things worse, Jake was right there, watching.

His shorts were already pulled down just enough, one hand lazily stroking himself as he leaned against the counter. He looked amused, completely unbothered by the fact that Jay was fucking you senseless only a few feet away.

Jay caught his gaze and smirked. "Jake. Shut her up."

Jake moved immediately, stepping in front of you, palming your jaw before tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"You're gonna ruin my makeu—mmph!"

Your protest was cut short as Jake pressed his cock past your lips, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him. He didn't waste time, thrusting shallowly, forcing you to take him deeper.

"Don't talk when your mouth is full." Jake chuckled, brushing stray strands of hair from your face.

Jay adjusted his grip on your hips, making sure you were positioned just right between them before snapping his hips forward, hitting deeper. You moaned helplessly around Jake's cock, eyes rolling back.

In the end, you were late to the party.

"What the fuck? The call time was 7:00, and it's already 8:30!" Sunoo huffed, his sharp eyes narrowing as he grabbed your face, tilting it side to side. "And your mascara is a disaster. Were you crying or just getting absolutely wrecked?"

You blinked at him innocently while he pulled out a makeup wipe, trying to salvage the mess.

"Traffic," you exhaled, barely suppressing a smirk.

Sunoo rolled his eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck that way. "Yeah, traffic on Jay's and Jake's dicks, maybe."

You ignore him, instead you spotted Sunghoon in the crowd and immediately beelined toward him, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"Happy birthday!" you chirped, grinning.

With finals finally over, the weight of the semester lifted from your shoulders. You and Sunoo jumped up and down in pure excitement, squealing like kids on Christmas morning as you rattled off ideas for how to spend your break.

"I have enough savings to travel abroad! You said you wanted to go to Spain, right?" you gushed, practically bouncing on your feet.

Sunoo gasped dramatically, gripping your shoulders. "Are we actually doing this?! Oh my God, imagine us drinking sangria in Barcelona, living our best lives!"

The two of you shrieked in unison, drawing a few odd glances from passing students, but neither of you cared. The rush of post-finals freedom was intoxicating.

"Maybe I should ask Jay and Jake if they want to come," you mused, pulling out your phone.

Sunoo's jaw dropped. "What?! I mean, Jake is fun to be around, but I don't want to hear any of your sex noises while we're sightseeing!"

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder. "We wouldn't do that with you around! I have self-respect, you know!"

Sunoo gave you a deadpan stare. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as he pulled out his phone. "Anyway, where are they? Their exams finished before ours, and I literally texted in the group chat that we're getting samgyup."

He started typing furiously, muttering under his breath. Then, suddenly, he froze. "Oh?" Sunoo blinked at his screen. "Wait. It's their anniversary today?"

Your brows furrowed. "What?" You peeked over his shoulder at his phone.

There, on his feed, was a post from a user named Ni-ki, someone Sunoo was mutuals with. The caption read: Happy four years to my parents <3

Your stomach twisted. A cold sensation washed over you, like someone had dumped ice water over your head.

Four years. Four years of them. Of course, before you, before any of this—there was just the two of them. It was so obvious, wasn't it? Relationships were meant for two people.

You swallowed down the sudden lump in your throat and forced a smile, pretending like it didn't bother you. "Let's just go eat samgyup, just the two of us," you told Sunoo, keeping your tone light. "They're probably celebrating."

Sunoo studied your face, eyes narrowing slightly, but he didn't press. He simply nodded. "Sure."

The rest of the evening, you tried. You tried to be present while grilling meat, while sipping soju, while joking with Sunoo. You tried to enjoy the post-exam freedom, to let yourself have fun while shopping.

But every few minutes, your fingers would twitch toward your phone. You'd glance at the screen, waiting for a message. A text. Something.

Nothing. Your chest ached, you exhaled sharply, shoving your phone into your pocket as you turned back to the skincare aisle in front of you. Focus.

It was normal. They were a couple. They needed their own time, their own space. You were just a third person. A fun little addition. Someone to spice things up in bed.

It was enough. Wasn't it?

The air was crisp when you arrived at Jay's apartment, adjusting your jacket as you stood outside the door. When it finally swung open, Jake was there, a warm grin on his face.

"Hey, baby. Cold out?" he teased, pulling you inside before you could answer. His arms wrapped around you immediately. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of whatever Jay was cooking in the kitchen.

"What's your plan for Christmas?" he asked, voice light as he led you inside.

You shrugged, barely thinking about it. "Not sure yet."

Jay glanced up from the kitchen, raising a brow. "No family trip this year?"

"Probably not. I might just...stay around here."

Jake's grin widened. "Good. Then you can spend it with us."

You let them pull you in. You cooked together, the three of you moving seamlessly in the kitchen. Jake stole bites of the food while Jay smacked his hand away, muttering curses under his breath. You laughed, pressing into both of them, soaking in the easy comfort of their presence.

Later, a movie played in the background while the three of you curled up together on the couch. Jake was the first to initiate the making out, his lips finding yours, his hands skimming your waist. Normally, you'd melt into him.

But tonight... Something felt off. You weren't in the mood. You excused yourself quickly, heading to the bathroom, pressing a hand against your abdomen as you shut the door behind you.

Breathe. A dull pain throbbed low in your stomach, the kind that made your body feel sluggish. Right, that explained it. You were on your period.

When you stepped back into the living room, both of them looked up.

"Everything okay?" Jake asked, brow furrowing slightly.

You nodded, chewing on the inside of your cheek. "I'm just...on my period."

Jay stood immediately, already reaching for his wallet. "Do you need pads? Tampons?"

You blinked. "Uh...yeah. Pads, please."

Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and left. You stared at the door even after he was gone. Why does he have to be so fucking perfect?

There was no sex that night. Instead, the three of you played board games. Jay made you a hot chocolate, murmuring that it might help with the cramps. Jake pulled you into his lap during the game, rubbing your back absentmindedly.

It should've felt nice. And it did. But at dinner, as Jay and Jake stood in the kitchen, bickering over a recipe, laughter spilling between them, you watched them, your fingers tightening around the edge of the table.

You smiled, ignoring the dull ache in your chest.

Because they were perfect together.

Because they had always been perfect together.

And yet, for some reason, you felt like you were ruining things between them. A third presence in something that had already been whole. You weren't meant to be here—not really.

Why did it hurt?

You scoffed at yourself, shaking your head. It's the period hormones, you reasoned. That's all. That's why your emotions were all over the place. That's why everything stung more than it should.

Just go with the flow.

You'd been telling yourself that for months. That it was enough. But then... why were you acting like this?

The three of you were outside now, the winter air biting at your cheeks as Jake built a snowman. His breath puffed out in small clouds as he packed snow together, his energy as endless as ever.

"We should enroll together for the next semester! Maybe we can be classmates!" Jake chirped, glancing up at you with a grin.

You let out a soft laugh, exhaling into the cold. "Yeah, maybe." But your voice lacked its usual excitement.

Jay stepped beside him, pulling Jake's scarf up higher, adjusting his gloves with careful hands. Jake giggled, shaking his head playfully to mess up Jay's hair in return.

Jay leaned in, kissing him softly. You looked away immediately, biting your lip. Scolded yourself for feeling that ache again.

It wasn't jealousy. It wasn't. But why did your chest feel so fucking tight?

You let out a slow breath, forcing a smile as Jake turned back to his snowman. The snow crunched beneath your boots as you shifted on your feet, rubbing your gloved hands together for warmth.

Just go with the flow.

You're overthinking again. But even as you tried to swallow down the tightness in your chest, it remained lingering.

"Hey."

You blinked, snapping back to reality when Jay called for you. He had stepped away from Jake, his dark eyes searching yours.

"Yeah?" You hoped your voice sounded normal.

Jay studied you for a second longer before shaking his head slightly. "You okay?"

"Of course," you answered too quickly, but he didn't look convinced.

Your stomach twisted, and for a brief second, you wondered if you should just say it. Say what had been weighing on you. But what would even be the point? They are happy.

"You just look... off."

You laughed, waving him off. "I have cramps. That's all." That part wasn't a lie.

"Want me to buy you something for it?"

Your heart clenched, even though it was a simple, kind offer. You shook your head. "No, I'll be fine."

Jay's stare lingered for a second longer, like he didn't fully believe you, but he didn't push. Instead, he reached out, ruffling your hair before walking back toward Jake, who was still messing with the snowman's face.

The two of them laughed over something, their voices mixing into the winter air. You crossed your arms over your chest, forcing your gaze to the sky. You shouldn't feel like this.

You shouldn't feel like the outsider.

The more you lingered in these feelings, the more salty you became. The bitterness wasn't so easy to swallow anymore.

It crept into the way you spoke, the way you moved around them, the way your smile felt just a little too forced when Jake clung to Jay like he was his whole world.

And maybe he was. Maybe they were each other's whole world, and you were just a guest in it.

By day three of Christmas break, they asked you to hang out again. And honestly, why?

Your period meant no sex, no fun. So why did they still want you here?

That was what annoyed you the most. Because now, without sex to distract you, you were seeing them for what they really were. A couple. The way they moved around each other, the way their bodies fit so effortlessly together it wasn't just about lust. It was real. And it was in front of your own fucking eyes.

Jake, as always, was in Jay's lap.

The movie played, but you weren't really paying attention. Instead, all you could focus on was Jake's soft giggles, the absentminded way Jay's fingers skimmed over his arm.

They were whispering, laughing, caught up in their own world.

"I can't hear the movie." Your voice was tight, teeth clenched so hard your jaw ached.

They both stilled, turning to you with wide eyes.

"Sorry," Jake mumbled, shrinking back slightly. A moment later, he moved toward you, arms reaching to pull you into their space, like he always did, but you leaned away.

The rejection was small, but it might as well have been a gunshot. Jake's hands hesitated mid-air before he let them drop.

"Forget it," you sighed, standing up. "I'm going to bed."

"You're sleeping over?" Jake asked, confused.

"Is that a problem?" Your voice came out sharper than intended, and Jake immediately shut his mouth, exchanging a glance with Jay.

You didn't wait for a response. Instead, you made your way to Jay's room, shutting the door behind you a little harder than necessary.

"I think it's the period," Jake mumbled, gaze fixed on the staircase. "I've never been with a girl before, but the guys on the soccer team always complain about their girlfriends getting moody when they're on it."

Jay didn't answer. Instead, he leaned back against the couch, staring at the flickering images on the screen, lips pressed in a thin line, because he knew exactly what it was.

And if he was right, things were only going to get more complicated.

You pretended to be asleep when you felt the bed shift.

Jake's arms carefully adjusted around you, pulling you closer as he sighed against your hair. On the other side, Jay moved in, his arm draping over your waist, fitting seamlessly between you and Jake.

You stayed still, breathing evenly, willing your body to relax even though your mind was wide awake.

But you couldn't sleep, the weight of their arms was suffocating.

By the time their breathing evened out, soft snores filling the space, you slowly peeled yourself away. Jake stirred slightly, but didn't wake. Neither did Jay. Quietly, you reached for your bag, slipping into your winter coat and boots.

And then, without looking back, you walked out.

     The cold bit at your skin the second you stepped outside. The streets were nearly empty, save for the occasional flicker of headlights in the distance. The only place open at this hour was a small K-Mart, its neon sign buzzing weakly against the night sky.

You stepped inside, the warm air hitting your face as you walked straight to the ramen aisle. Jin ramen, tteokbokki, enoki rolls—your hands moved on autopilot, gathering ingredients.

But when you stopped, staring blankly at the boiling water in the store's self-service kitchen, you felt it again.

That unbearable weight in your chest. Your lips quivered. Not from the cold, but from the pressure threatening to spill over. Why did it have to be like this?

You squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing hard. The sound of the store's entrance sliding open barely registered in your mind. Footsteps shuffled against the linoleum floor, followed by the sound of complaining.

"Why did the only open K-Mart have to be this far? God, I'm freezing—grr. Fuck your ramen addiction, really."

A familiar voice. Your head snapped up, meeting her gaze.

Heeseung's girlfriend blinked at you, a polite smile forming on her lips until she actually saw your face.

And then, before you could stop it—before you could pretend—your tears fell.

Her face immediately softened, she just pulled you into her arms, tucking your head against her chest. Her hands rubbed slow, comforting circles against your back, her body shielding you from the curious eyes of the late-night shoppers.

"Shit, you're really crying," she muttered, not unkindly.

You let out a shaky breath, gripping the fabric of her coat. Heeseung appeared beside the two of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight. He exchanged a glance with his girlfriend, but to his credit, he didn't say anything.

Instead, he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a pack of tissues, and wordlessly held it out to you.

The three of you sat in silence, eating your ramen. Heeseung and his girlfriend didn't ask why you had been crying, didn't pry or push for an explanation. Instead, Heeseung kept the conversation light, cracking goofy jokes that forced small chuckles out of you, helping ease the tightness in your chest.

After finishing your meal, they drove you back to your dorm. As you stepped out of the car, Heeseung waved lazily, and his girlfriend leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek, smirking as she teased, "If you ever need a distraction, I'd be happy to be between your legs any day."

You managed a laugh, shaking your head as you muttered, "I'll keep that in mind."

But as soon as you closed the door behind you, the ache in your chest returned.

Avoidance was the only thing you could do now.

Sunoo sat cross-legged on your bed, finalizing the ticket purchase for Spain. You had only brought up the idea of a trip yesterday, and now he had a flight booked for tomorrow morning, jokingly humming some song about being a backburner.

Of course, you felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, sitting beside him. "I know I've been all over the place."

Sunoo barely looked up from his phone. "Yeah, yeah, you always apologize," he sighed dramatically. Then, he shot you a pointed look. "But this time, you better focus on me, okay?"

Your phone buzzed on the bed beside you. A string of messages from Jay and Jake.

— Where did you go last night? — Why didn't you wake us up? — Are you okay? — Talk to us.

You hesitated before typing a short reply: Sorry for being weird. I was just in a bad mood. I'll be gone for a while, going on a trip with Sunoo.

You didn't wait for their response before silencing your notifications.

Spain was beautiful. Sunoo dragged you through every tourist spot, every café, every club he could find. You drank, laughed, danced until your feet hurt, flirted with strangers just to feel something different. But no matter how much fun you had, no matter how many distractions Sunoo shoved in front of you, the ache never really went away.

Sometimes, in the middle of a conversation, you would catch yourself zoning out, your mind slipping back to them. Wondering if they missed you.

By the time you returned home, enrollment for the second semester had already begun. Sunoo still had no clue about your tangled-up feelings, and you had done your best to keep it that way. Meanwhile, Jay and Jake had stopped flooding your messages, the once-active group chat now reduced to occasional TikTok links exchanged between Sunoo and Jake.

"We should try to get into the same classes again," Sunoo chirped, pulling you out of your thoughts as you both walked toward campus. "I swear to God, if you abandon me for someone else again, I'm—"

He cut himself off when you suddenly stopped in your tracks.

Because just a few feet away, by the enrollment booths, stood Jay and Jake.

Jake's eyes lit up the moment he saw you, his signature wide grin stretching across his face. Before you could react, he was already pulling you into a tight hug, his familiar scent of clean laundry and something subtly musky wrapped around you.

"You're back!" he chirped excitedly, rocking you slightly in his embrace.

You stiffened. Your hands hovered awkwardly over his back, unsure whether to push him away or let yourself melt into the comfort of his touch.

Sunoo, however, had no such hesitation. With an exaggerated huff, he reached forward and pinched Jake's waist.

"Hey! You're trying to steal my girl again!" Sunoo scolded.

Jake only laughed, sticking his tongue out playfully as he tightened his hold on you. "Not stealing, just borrowing." He turned his head, his lips brushing close to your ear. "You ignored us for so long. You didn't even bring us back a souvenir."

"Sorry," you mumbled, forcing a small smile. "It was... a last-minute trip."

Jake pulled back slightly, still holding onto your wrists, his eyes scanning your face. Jay, on the other hand, remained silent. Unlike Jake, he didn't rush forward to greet you. He stood a step behind, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. He was observing you.

Trying to break the tension, you shifted your attention back to Jake, forcing yourself to engage in conversation. "So, uh... how was break for you guys?"

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but Jay beat him to it.

"You tell us," Jay said. "You're the one who disappeared."

"I—I just needed some space," you said quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Things were just... a lot."

"A lot," Jay repeated slowly, tilting his head. His gaze flickered over you, assessing, before settling back on your face. "And now?"

"Now?" you echoed, caught off guard.

"Are you still needing space?"

There was an underlying challenge in his words. Like he was daring you to say yes. You hesitated, you should say yes. That would be the smart thing to do. The right thing. You had spent the entire trip convincing yourself that distance was what you needed.

But standing here, with Jake still holding onto you and Jay pinning you down with his gaze, you realized, you didn't actually want space. You just wanted them, but you couldn't say that.

So instead, you forced a weak chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean... I'm here now, aren't I?"

Jake beamed, satisfied with your answer. "That means we're celebrating! Let's go out tonight."

Sunoo let out an exaggerated shriek, eyes widening in disbelief. "Excuse me?!" He placed a hand over his chest, looking personally offended by the sudden plan.

Jake only laughed, completely unfazed. "Of course you’re coming!" He slung an arm around Sunoo’s shoulders, giving him a playful shake.

Sunoo scoffed dramatically, swatting at his arm. "You act like I want to go. But fine, whatever." He shot you a sideways glance, eyes sharp, knowing. "If she wants to go, we’ll go."

And so, you went. The four of you ended up at a new restaurant, one that Jake had been eager to try. But the moment you sat down, regret settled in your bones.

You tried to act normal, laughing when Jake cracked a joke, nodding along when Jay spoke, but you couldn’t hold it together. Your fingers fidgeted endlessly with the edge of your sleeve, your mind drifting too far. You weren’t present. Not really.

Sunoo noticed halfway through dinner, he leaned in slightly. "Maybe we should go."

You didn’t hesitate. "Yeah. Let’s go."

And now, you were crying again.

In the car. On the drive home. Wherever. It didn’t even matter anymore. Sunoo sighed, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you in a careful hold. "Hey, hey, it’s okay," he murmured, his palm rubbing slow circles against your back, trying to soothe you. But there was an edge of panic in his voice because he didn’t know. He didn’t know why you were crying. 

And you couldn’t tell him, because admitting it would make it real.

You could only remember what he had told you before. "Don’t lose yourself."

But you had, you had lost yourself the moment you started falling for them.

It was sad. And stupid. And kind of funny in a cruel way. Funny how easily you fell. Funny how, in the beginning, you kept telling yourself that this was enough. But it wasn’t.

And now, you regretted everything, because it only made your feelings stronger.

You thought you could handle it. You thought you could play it cool, stay casual. But you couldn’t. You didn’t. You were pathetic—because you let yourself believe you could be this comfortable, that you could exist between them without falling apart.

But you weren’t comfortable. You weren’t okay.

The only space they made for you was in their bed, not in their love.