#but!! I wrote it because I wanted to explore the insane and intoxicating dynamic between these two and I am proud of the end result

[serpentarius]

devil's minion girlies (gn)... if you're itching to read some 70s armandaniel in anticipation for next week's ep... I gotchu

[softforimjaebum]

Rosemary & Thyme | Oneshot.

Im Jaebum x Reader X Park Jinyoung

Word Count: 5.8k

Genre: Smut (Includes threesome, unprotected sex, slut shaming and slight voyeurism...just letting you know what you’re in for here)

Author’s Note: Inspired by a song called Cherry by Lana Del Rey. I posted a teaser to this ages ago, and let’s just say writing this has been an emotional journey. Mostly because JJP wreck me in every possible way ever. I ended up finishing this in honour of Defsoul’s 1/? Vol.2.Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Music Recommendation (a.k.a the songs I heard on repeat while I wrote this)

How did you end up here?

Tied to your bed, spread open to two gorgeous men in front of you. Not that you were complaining.

Jinyoung moved to lay besides you, his fingers trailing up from your hip bone to the valley between your breasts, warping his hand lightly around your neck. He looked up to the man still standing in front of the two of you.

“Look how pretty she looks all tied up for us, Jaebum hyung.”

Jaebum’s lips pulled up into a smirk, one that Jinyoung reflected right back.

“She really does, doesn’t she? Our pretty, little slut.”

It was Jaebum’s turn to move, settling down between your legs. He placed a single kiss on your inner thigh, before moving up to kiss the path Jinyoung had traced. You let out a low moan, trying to be as quiet as you could manage to be. Jinyoung tutted at your lack of loudness, letting go of your neck and leaning down to let his teeth graze against your already hardened nipple.

How did you end up here?

You knew exactly how. Jaebum was a kinky little shit (not that you weren’t, but you couldn’t be caught dead admitting that to him). And he had coaxed this fantasy of yours out of your own mouth on one odd night when you had a little too much to drink, not bothering to share that he, in fact, had very similar fantasies. He hadn’t mentioned anything to you about it after that night though, and you had almost forgotten about having told him until he had brought it up last week. He told you how he couldn’t stop thinking about it, asked you if you were still up for it and that if you were he would ask Jinyoung right away.

You agreed. Of course you agreed.

Jinyoung had come over in the evening, bringing a bottle of wine along with him, knowing you would all need a little push to get things going. The bottle of wine was almost gone when Jaebum had asked you to get on Jinyoung’s lap, which you had proceeded to do with crimson cheeks. Jinyoung had welcomed you with open arms, literally, and a cheeky smile on his lips.

His hands had rested on your hips, and when the two of you heard Jaebum asking you to kiss Jinyoung, he had cocked an eyebrow up at you, daring you to follow through. Your insides were squirming with nervousness, but you refused to let Jinyoung see that. You had leaned down, placing a quick kiss on his lips, and retreated back with a light bite on his lower lip.

Things soon turned a lot more eager and Jinyoung’s hand secured you on his lap as he reached up to kiss you, his teeth grazing your lips, his tongue fighting for dominance against yours. All while Jaebum sat watching, his jeans tight with need. When he finally joined the two of you, Jinyoung let go of yours lips, and focused on making you grind down on his groin.

Jaebum’s kisses felt like home, the roughness of his movements and the softness of his lips were all familiar, and yet still just as intoxicating.

When they had asked you if they could tie you up, you weren’t startled in the least. You were used to this, Jaebum loved restraining you, limiting your movements so you were at his mercy. And hence, you weren’t expecting it to be an easy night. It was safe to say you were expecting to be teased, but this was something else.

Jaebum was playing dirty. He was not only using every trick he knew drove you insane, but he was also sharing it with Jinyoung.

Jinyoung’s sharp teeth digging into the soft flesh of your breast drew you away from your thoughts. You knew something was wrong, you couldn’t feel Jaebum anywhere on you and so you looked down at where he was supposed to be, only to find him looking at Jinyoung.

“Come join me whenever you're ready,” Jaebum said to him, receiving a single nod from Jinyoung in response.

With that, Jaebum’s teeth grazed your inner thigh, biting them before he licked a slow stripe up your core. You let a moan slip out, despite your best efforts to not let them hear you so easily, which seemed to spur them both on.

Jaebum busied himself with teasing you, his tongue never applying the right amount of pressure while Jinyoung slowly made his way down your body.

“You wanna give me a taste?” Jinyoung whispered, making Jaebum’s eyes trail up to Jinyoung, his tongue teasing your entrance.

Jaebum leaned up, angling his face to the right, leaving you confused. If Jinyoung wanted a taste, why wasn’t Jaebum making room?

Your eyes widened a second later when you watched Jinyoung leaning down towards Jaebum, their faces inches apart. Jaebum closed the distance between them, capturing Jinyoung’s lips, softly at first. Jinyoung hand left his side to grab a hold of Jaebum’s neck, the kiss becoming more feverish as the moments passed. Jinyoung’s tongue explored Jaebum’s mouth, moaning as he tasted you on Jaebum. The sight alone was enough to make you crave more.

You let out a whine as Jinyoung tightened his grip around Jaebum’s neck, feeling forgotten. Jaebum broke the kiss, only for a second to smirk at you, before his finger tips were grazing your clit and he began kissing Jinyoung once again. Seeing them kiss was unexpected, but what was even more shocking was the dynamic between them; Jinyoung seemed forceful with Jaebum, biting his lips when he deemed fit, his hand keeping Jaebum’s head in place while Jaebum was much more relaxed. His fingers were leisurely stroking your clit, feeling you writhing up against him, looking for more friction.

Jinyoung broke the kiss, panting against Jaebum before he leaned down and grazed his teeth against Jaebum’s neck before lightly biting down.

“Take over for me” Jaebum told him, his voice strained with pleasure and pain.

Jinyoung didn’t let up until he saw a small red mark forming on Jaebum’s neck, all while you watched in awe.

Jaebum climbed up your body, his knees on either side of your body, fingers quickly undoing the bindings on your wrists. You could feel Jinyoung settling down where Jaebum had been before, the anticipation of feeling Jinyoung’s tongue already making you impatient.

Jinyoung grazed his teeth against the soft skin of your thigh, making your eyes widen a little in shock, before he placed a kiss right on your clit. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, hands coming up to clutch Jaebum’s thighs right in front of you. Jinyoung gave you kitten licks, Jaebum simply watching your face couture in pleasure.

You heard the unmistaken sound of Jaebum unzipping his jeans, forcing your eyes open to see that he had already pulled his cock out and was stroking himself inches from your face. You looked up at him, giving him the most innocent look you could muster, before sticking your tongue out.

Jaebum huffed out a laugh at your antics.

“What do you want, baby? You better speak up”

You stared at him for a second, mulling over your words, deciding to just be straight forward.

“I want to suck your cock,” you stated, before adding “please”.

Jaebum smiled at you, scooting forward while Jinyoung rewarded you for your good manners by finally laying his tongue flat across your slit and giving you a firm lick.

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out for Jaebum. You knew how much he liked to watch you this needy for his cock, and you were more than happy to put on a show for him. He smirked down at you, letting his cock rest on your tongue before you closed your lips around the head.

Jinyoung busied himself teasing you as much as he possibly could. He licked and kiss you everywhere except where you wanted his lips to be the most. He could feel your hips moving in impatience, to which he responded by holding you down to the bed and finally letting you feel his tongue on your clit again.

Jaebum pushed his hips forward, slowly inching further inside your mouth, savouring the warm heat. He pushed further, before he stilled completely. He winked at you as he gathered your hair in a makeshift pony and you knew that it meant that he was giving you a chance to breathe before he started to really fuck your mouth like he wanted to.  

Jinyoung, on the other hand, seemed to be hell bent on making it difficult for you to not moan out in pleasure. Where he was teasing you before, now he wasn’t holding anything back. You felt his finger teasing your entrance as he lightly grazed his teeth on your sensitive flesh. He slowly dipped a single finger inside your core before he let another one join. He was curling his fingers at the perfect time, not letting up from your clit either.

Jaebum wasn’t helping your situation one bit; he was lost in his pleasure, especially when Jinyoung would make you hum around him as he tried to make you gag on his cock. You had once asked Jaebum why he liked to see you gagging on his cock and his simple reply had been ‘it gives me a power trip’. In more ways than not, you found this power trip Jaebum got through you hot. But the only thing you hadn’t imagined was this right here…trying to keep yourself from gagging while you were being pleasured by another man.

You were, however, surprised when Jaebum pulled away from you. He usually liked to keep going until you gave up, but tonight was different. He got off the bed, walking towards the other side of your bedroom where a chair was kept. He took a seat, getting comfortable, all as you watched in confusion.

It wasn’t until Jinyoung made his way up your body that you began to grasp just why Jaebum had stopped. Jinyoung’s fingers were still moving inside you, but as his tongue left your bundle of nerves, his thumb replaced it. His other hand grabbed your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. It was teeth and raw desire. His fingers slipped out of you, traces of your neediness evident on his fingers. He spread the wetness along the length of your labia, leaving you dirty and even wetter, before he returned to your clit once again.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Jinyoung asked. You nodded as soon as you heard his question, you were beyond turned on at this point, any more teasing and you would lose your mind.

“Then go over to Jaebum hyung and beg him for it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Jinyoung wanted you to ask Jaebum for permission to get fucked by him.

You stood up on shaky legs, making your way to Jaebum who patted his thigh as an indication that he wanted you to sit on them.

“Jaebum..” you said, straddling his thighs as his hands caressed your butt.

“Yes baby?”

Your heart thumped in your chest. Saying it out loud was embarrassing, but you wouldn’t help but be turned on by it.

“Did you have something to say?” Jaebum asked, feigning innocence.

“I-uh…please” you started to say, your eyes looking down at his lap, but you failed to put your words together in a coherent sentence.

“You know this turns us on, right?” Jaebum asked, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Making you ask me for permission to let another man fuck you… seeing you giving into our depraved thoughts, humiliating yourself for us… all of this turns us on.”

Jaebum moved you so you were sitting on his lap, facing Jinyoung on the other side of the room before prying your legs wide open. His hand rubbed slow circles on your clit, clouding your mind further. Your eyes were closed, head resting on Jaebum’s shoulders, slowly rutting against Jaebum’s fingers and hoping for more friction than what he was giving you.

“Jaebum, please…”

“That’s not what I want to hear,” he said, his voice stern.

“Please let Jinyoung fuck me.”

You thought this would do the trick, that he would say yes. After all, all three of you wanted this.

“Why should I?”

Your eyes shot open at his answer, immediately finding Jinyoung’s. He was smirking at you, an indication that this was all a part of their game.

“Jaebum, please,” you begged once again, this time holding Jinyoung’s gaze. “I need Jinyoung so bad.”

“Do you really?” Jaebum asked behind you.

“Yes! Please, Jaebum. I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me.”

“Well, if that’s the case…” Jaebum said, motioning with a finger towards Jinyoung. “I’ll let him.”

Jinyoung walked towards the chair where you and Jaebum were seated, his hands quickly undoing his belt and dropping it on the floor. When he stopped in front of the two of you, he undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs along with his boxers.

Jinyoung’s cock was red with need, leaking pre-cum, and you wanted to lean forward and swipe your tongue across his slit, but you were far more desperate to have him inside you than you were to taste him.

You thought Jaebum would let you up, but his hands only spread your legs further. For a moment you were confused, but then it dawned on you. Jaebum wanted to watch while Jinyoung fucked you, and what better view than the one he had right now.

Jaebum’s hands went to your breasts while Jinyoung kneeled in front of the chair, taking a hold of his cock and teasing your entrance.

“Please…” you whimpered, close to tears from the teasing.

He pushed inside, so slowly that you could feel the stretch of his cock in every cell of your body. He watched as your took him in and your head fell back onto Jaebum’s shoulders once again. When his cock was fully buried inside you, Jinyoung let out a small ragged breath, your tightness around him almost too much to bear.

Jaebum’s teeth nipped at your ears, causing you to turn your head and look at him.

“How does he feel inside you, baby?” he asked, and despite the current situation your cheeks flushed.

Jaebum was looking at you expectantly, but you were, once again, at a loss for words. When you didn’t answer straight away, Jaebum brought one hand back to tease your clit, making you whine out loud and tighten around Jinyoung, who in turned groaned and gripped your skin tighter.

“Look.” Jaebum said lightly tapping his hand on your clit, and your eyes traveled down to where Jinyoung and you were connected.

“How does he feel inside you?”he asked again.

This time, you didn’t have to think about an answer; the pleasure putting you in a trance.

“So full…” you whispered, and you watched as Jinyoung pulled out as slowly as he had entered you.

Once only the tip of his cock was resting inside you, he pushed back in, fast and hard, shaking both you and Jaebum with the force.

Your back arched in pleasure. Jinyoung maintained the same bruising grip on your thigh as he pulled out once again and thrust back in as just hard as before. A whine left your lips, only spurring Jinyoung on. He maintained a brutal pace; just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, but not fast enough to get you to your end. You noticed how Jaebum had stopped playing with your clit as soon as you had answered, confirming your doubt that they wanted you to really feel the edge and wanted you to drown in it.

“Choke her,” said the man behind you. If you weren’t in your current situation, you would kick him. He knew it was something you liked and he knew it was something Jinyoung like too. It was almost as if Jaebum was the one controlling both of you, without lifting a single finger and without a single action of his own.

Jinyoung’s hand automatically left your thigh, wrapping around your neck. His palm was tense, applying the least amount of pressure. It left you frustrated and wanting more; if they weren’t going to let you cum then at least they could choke you properly.

Before you could process your thought, you were already blurting out “More”.

Jinyoung looked away from your face, up at Jaebum who just seemed to nod at him.

“You heard her.” was all he said and then you felt Jinyoung’s hand tightening around your neck.

His eyes didn’t leave yours, daring you to look at him while you felt him. He knew that you could feel him everywhere at this point, not just his hand around your neck or his cock inside you. You could feel him in the blood coursing through your veins.

As his grip tightened more, you felt Jaebum’s hand creeping back down, grazing over your clit.

“You love this, don’t you, baby? Getting fucked by Jinyoung while he chokes you?” Jaebum whispered in your eyes, making you tighten around Jinyoung, who groaned at the feeling. At least you weren’t the only one who was being denied their pleasure, and there was some solace in that.

But Jaebum had no intention of stopping.

“I wonder what it is about this that turns you on.” he began, his fingers now rubbing slow but firm circles on your clit.

“Is it just the fact that Jinyoung’s fucking you? Or is it the fact that you are a little slut who is being fucked by her boyfriend’s best friend while she is on her boyfriend’s lap?”

You could feel yourself getting closer, his words spurring you on. You knew both of them could feel you grinding against Jaebum’s fingers, lost in your own pleasure.

“Which one is it?” He paused. “I wonder if it's having both of us to yourself.”

You choked out a broken moan, head falling back on Jaebum’s shoulders, grinding yourself harder on his fingers even when his other hand tried to keep you in place. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping if you could just concentrate on what they were giving you maybe you could somehow fall over the edge.

“You want to cum on his cock?” Jaebum asked and your eyes shot open; nodding, even with Jinyoung’s hand still wrapped tightly around your neck.

.You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to say, “Please.”

“You hear that desperation, Jinyoung?” Jaebum taunted. “Look how badly she wants to cum on your cock, look how desperate and wet she is for you-”

Jinyoung’s grip on your neck loosened a little, making you open your eyes to look at him. The sight before you spurred you on further, if it was even possible at this point. Jinyoung’s eyes were trained on Jaebum’s; pupils blown wide with desire and his rosy, plump lips slightly ajar.

“Don’t you want her to cum on your cock, Jinyoungie? Don’t you want to feel how fucking tight she gets when she cums? And how sensitive she gets afterwards?”

Jinyoung nodded, hanging onto every word your boyfriend said, not so unlike yourself.

“Or… do you want to stop and see her writhing in the denial? Do you want to see how far you can push her before she breaks?”

No sooner had Jaebum said it, Jinyoung was pulling out of you before practically swatting Jaebum’s hand away from your clit. He hadn’t given you a chance to so much as react and you couldn’t believe how frustrated you were feeling. You could distinctly hear yourself whining loudly, but the voice seemed foreign to you. The feeling of being denied an orgasm when you were so close had left you reeling.

“Get up and get on the bed.” Jinyoung said to you.

“I don’t think she can really get up on her own right now.” Jaebum half joked while you on the other hand fully agreed with him.

“No, I want to see her making the effort.”

You did the best you could to narrow your eyes at Jinyoung, muttering “sadist” to him while you stood up from Jaebum’s lap to stand on shaky legs. Jinyoung smirked at you, enjoying that you called him a sadist. You wobbled over to the bed, thankful when you climbed on it and didn't have to worry about your legs giving out on you.

Jinyoung gestured for Jaebum to get up too before dragging the chair that Jaebum was previously sitting in near the bed. When he was satisfied with the placement of the chair, he looked to jaebum.

“I want to watch you fuck her. But don’t make her cum yet.” he smirked, and Jaebum being Jaebum was happy to torture you, as was evident from the expression on his face.

Jaebum started getting rid of his pants, and Jinyoung turned to you.

“And you, I think its about time we have that Japanese lesson I promised you.”

Your eyes widened, dreading what he was about to put you through. Of all the times to learn Japanese, you didn’t think this was one bit appropriate. But were you going to say that to him? Not a chance in the world, not when your orgasms rested in his hands.

You relaxed onto the bed, you figured you might as well while you had the chance. It didn’t last much longer though, Jaebum was quick to situation himself between your legs, eager to have his share of fun with you.

“Don’t do anything till I say so.” Jinyoung said to Jaebum as he got comfortable in the chair besides the both of you.

“Let’s teach you something basic,” he continued, turning to you. “Let’s say…counting from 1 to 10. Easy enough, right?”

You would be fooled by that because how difficult would it be to learn counting, but you knew better. They were going to make it impossible for you to retain anything.

“One is ichi, two is ni, and three is san,” Jinyoung began. “You’re with me so far?”

You nodded, mind wandering to the man who was between your legs instead of the one trying to teach you Japanese counting at an extremely unfortunate time.

“If you can repeat it for me, I’ll let Jaebum hyung fuck you.”

You could almost smell the trap in his words, knowing it had a catch somewhere that he wouldn’t let you in on until it was too late. But Jaebum was right there and you wanted him too badly.

“Ichi, ni, san…” you repeated.

Jinyoung nodded to Jaebum, and you felt the tip of his cock brushing against your clit.

“Say please, baby.” Jaebum smirked down at you.

“Please”

With that, Jaebum pushed inside you, slow and steady. His hands held both of your legs apart, watching himself disappear inside of you; he could swear it was his favourite thing to watch tied with watching you choke on his cock.

Your senses were back to being as heightened as they had been a few moments ago when Jinyoung was fucking you which was always a great feeling, but unfortunately for you, it dulled you down in every other way possible. And Jinyoung would be damned if he didn’t take full advantage of it.

“Yon, go, roku,” you heard Jinyoung say.

“Yon, go roku,” you repeated after him.

“Say all of it.”

Your scrambled to remember what the first three numbers were called. If you weren’t in your current position, you were sure you could do a much better job at remembering. But how could you get your memory to function when all you could feel was the delicious friction of Jaebum’s cock moving inside you?

Jinyoung watched you squirm under Jaebum as you tried to remember what he had said before, noticing how Jaebum slowed down to give you a better incentive to answer correctly.

“Ichi…Ni…” you began, pausing to remember what came next. You were using every bit of your will power to not scream in frustration. Jaebum had slowed down considerably, and all you wanted was to move your hips, to give yourself the friction if he wasn’t going to give it to you. But he still had your thighs spread open and pinned, leaving you with no option but to answer Jinyoung if you wanted more.

“San!” you squealed, the word suddenly coming back to you, before continuing, “Yon, go, roku.”

“Good girl” Jaebum said you, rewarding you with a particularly hard thrust.

His thumb brushed your clit ever so lightly, trying to see how far he could push you.

“You won’t cum until we say so, right?” he questioned. His tone didn’t leave much scope for you to deny it at all.

You shook your head, trying to repeat the numbers in your head. You knew it would come back to haunt you soon, and you didn’t want Jaebum to stop.

“Nana, hachi, kyuu,” Jinyoung stated.

“Nana, hachi, kyuu,” you repeated after him, your voice barely a whisper. You turned your head slightly to look at Jinyoung and found him watching your intently. He was stroking himself, jaw clenched tightly and his eyes as dark as the midnight sky. The sight was deliciously erotic. When he saw you looking at him so intently, he cleared his throat, making you look up at him.

“You know what to do” he said.

He was right, you did know. He wanted you to count again, wanted you to show him that you remembered what he had just taught you.

“Ichi..ni..san…yon….”

You tried so hard to remember what came next, but it was a damn miracle that you even managed to get this far with Jaebum’s hands wandering up to your breasts to give a sharp tug to your nipples while you were speaking.

Jinyoung waited patiently for you to give up. He wasn’t going to say a word or taunt you to give up until you did so on your own. There was just way too much satisfaction in you giving up on your own, knowing that there will be consequences but doing so nonetheless. If he just gave you a way out, he would miss out on the internal fight you were having while being in the pleasure you were in. He watched you closely, noticing how your brows furrowed even more, trying to remember, trying to not give up.

But Jinyoung knew that the task he gave you was impossible to begin with, and he just had to wait a few more moments before you gave up.

“I can’t…Jinyoung I can’t…” you finally whispered.

Jinyoung smirked at you, “Shame….I was going to let you cum on his cock but…”

As he trailed off, you felt Jaebum withdraw from you. You whined out loudly, squeezing your legs shut and curling up, not believing that they were leaving you high and dry yet again.

“Please… I can’t do this anymore… I need to cum, please, oh god, I need it…” you rambled on, hoping  at least one of the them would listen to you.

“Shotgun” you hear Jinyoung call out, not really understanding what he meant until he was tugging at your feet for you to open them up again.

You opened your eyes first, trying to judge if he was playing yet another game with you and would ultimately leave you hanging in the end. His face was so painfully neutral, but it wasn’t like you had much of an option here. You didn’t just want to get off, you wanted them to get you off.

Jinyoung dragged your towards him, making you yelp out in surprise.

“Turn around and get on all fours for me”

You turned around on shaky limbs, finding Jaebum getting comfortable in front of you. He was leaning back against the headboard, his legs spread open, giving you a delicious view. You got on all fours, jutting your hips out towards Jinyoung, just aching to be filled.

He entered you with a hard thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. You ducked your head downwards as Jinyoung continued his ministrations, you were beginning to think he would’ve liked you to be hurting just a tad bit along with feeling the pleasure he was giving you.

Jinyoung took a fistful of hair, tugging at them until your scalp burned with the addicting pain and then pulled your head upwards.

“Watch him” he moaned in your ears.

You peeled your eyes open to find Jaebum stroking his cock with one hand while the other cupped his balls. His eyes were intense, watching Jinyoung have his way with you.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jinyoung hissed. “Watching him jerk off to you being fucked by his best friend?”

You were so spurred on, so on the edge that you had no shame in moaning out at his words.

“Yeah, you fucking love this, you little minx. I can feel how tight its making your pussy just to hear me say it out loud”

If you thought Jaebum’s mouth was dirty, Jinyoung was close to out-doing him. 

“I’m so close… please…” you begged to no one in particular. You weren’t even sure that one person was calling the shots amongst them anymore.

Jaebum was the first to speak out.

“Let go, you little slut. But I want to see his cum leaking out of your pussy, so you better make sure of it”

Upon hearing this, Jinyoung picked up his pace, evidently Jaebum’s words affected him as much as they had affected you. He groans filled your ears as he let go of your hair to get a better grip on your waist. He brought his other hand between your thighs, rubbing messy figures on your clit to help you get closer. You were all but a moaning mess, tightening around Jinyoung even more when you felt his fingers.

“Come on, cum on my cock,” he whispered, his voice so deep it sent shivers down your spine. And that was all you needed to spiral down. You clamped on him, seeing starts beneath your tightly closed eyes, spasming over and over until you felt a warm sensation inside you. Jinyoung bucked his hips a few more times, trying to ride out your highs. He then leaned forward to place a kiss on the nape of your neck, still grinding his cock slowly inside you.

You could feel his cum inside you when he moved, the sensation oddly pleasurable. You allowed your thoughts to drift off for a bit, only concentrating on what you were until. That is, until you felt Jaebum moving on the bed. At this, Jinyoung slowly pulled out; and you could only guess that Jaebum’s eyes were trained to the spot between your thighs. You could feel the wetness escaping once Jinyoung left you, cascading down your inner thighs.

Jaebum leaned in close to you, “Lie down on your back for me”

You did as you were told, ungracefully plopping down on your back. You let Jaebum pry your legs open, his fingers nimbly playing with your clit as you whined. You could vaguely see Jinyoung slumping down on the chair besides the bed, still catching his breath.

“I didn’t get my fair share of you, baby” he cooed, and you simply responded with letting your foot gently touch his cock, hard and leaking with need.

He smirked looking down at the action, taking your foot in his hand and moving it sideways as he moved between your thighs.

“God, you look so messy,” he muttered, his fingers still using your arousal mixed with Jinyoung’s cum to touch your clit and get you ready for him.

You were already squirming at the actions. Jaebum knew how sensitive your became after your first orgasm, especially if you had been teased this long. He knew it wouldn’t take you long to cum again and really, after all this time edging himself all he wanted to do was fall off the edge and take you with him.

When you felt his cock teasing your entrance, you moved your hips, impatient to feel him. What you didn’t realise is to still feel that wet when he entered you. You could feel the pressure increasing in his already bruising grip on your thighs as he buried himself to the hilt.

“How the fuck do you feel so good?” In response you simply captured his lips in a heat kiss, not trusting your brain to form any coherent sentences at the moment.

Jaebum started moving, his teeth biting your neck and your nails scraping down his back. It felt sinfully good, even after you had Jinyoung. Your body was responding to Jaebum and his meticulously controlled pace.

“Fuck, you have no idea how hot you looked getting fucked back then. Maybe I should just let him fuck you again, you would love that wouldn’t you? Bet he could make you beg for it again” he sneered.

You were sure this was heaven, that this was one of those nights you wouldn’t ever forget, that wouldn’t fail to turn you on for years to come.

“Yes, fuck, I would love it so fucking much.”

You were shaking, mind numbingly close to your orgasm. Jaebum could feel your thighs quivering and just how tight you were getting around him.

“Such a pretty little girl, full of my cock and begging to cum already.”

His words spurred you on, your hands automatically moving to your clit, rubbing quick circles. Jaebum was far too gone to care that you were doing this without his permission, but at least this, both of you were chasing the high.

He came with a shout of your name, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, making you feel his cum leaking inside you. You came a second later, clamping tighter around him, making him groan at his own oversensitivity. If you were seeing stars the first time you came, this was like free fall.

Jaebum clung to you, his head resting just below your breasts. You managed to move a hand to run through his hair while both of you took deep breaths trying to calm down while Jaebum placed open mouthed kisses on every inch of your skin he could reach without moving his head too much.

“Ah, aren’t you two just the cutest” Jinyoung chuckled.

He was standing near your bathroom door, jeans hanging low on his waist. You smiled at him, which he mirrored back.

“I ran you two lovebirds a bath…don’t let the water get too cold.”

Jinyoung bent down, picking up his discarded shirt from the floor before yanking open the bedroom door.

“Oh… and Jaebum hyung, I’ll be holding you to that whole ‘maybe I should let him fuck you again’.” he winked and you felt the vibrations from Jaebum’s laughter on you stomach. “After all, there’s so many more things to try.”

[shellyrobinson]

Film Assembly

I didn’t know what to expect coming into Film Assembly. I was worried Pro Tools would be like trying to understand Avid. I was pleasantly surprised at how accessible and fun the class ended up being. I didn’t realize how complex sound is and how many layers comprise the aural experience of a film. Things like incorporating an omnidirectional element and making it feel like the sound is changing direction as a person walks towards you was something I’d never previously considered.

I found the lectures enjoyable because all the examples were taken from movies I’d grown up watching, so hearing about them from the person who created the sound felt like I’d reached an important stage of my journey, in terms of filmmaking: like I’d reached the source in order to learn. I loved film throughout my childhood and adolescence so I pursued that to the logical conclusion of making movies myself, and in doing so, met someone responsible for creating the films that influenced me, and got an opportunity to learn from that person.

Deconstructing the sound for Independence Day was a huge deal from this perspective. When we got to the lecture about Heat, I almost lost my mind. That was one of my favorite movies growing up, primarily for the iconic bank robbery scene we watched in class. I was amazed that was production sound during the shoot-out. It reinforced my awe for the epic scope of that movie, and also my love of the score. I don’t remember if there was a soundtrack for Heat, but I had an album by Moby called I Like to Score containing many of his tracks from films, including Heat, and I listened to it incessantly.

This month was also when I got to address incorporating music into the film. Music is a huge deal to me. I have a constant soundtrack throughout my day, starting when I wake up to any time I’m in transition to when I get home and go to sleep at night. I’m only ever not listening to music when I’m in class or dealing with people and I have to be connected to the world.

Music in film is so important to me, and I often imagine the distant day when I actually have enough money to buy the rights for whatever song I want to use in a film. Even being a broke student relying on other students was a hugely validating experience this month because our composer, Brandon Rufer, was amazingly talented. I’m obsessed with his score. Ian and I were like, can you burn this on a CD for us? We want the soundtrack, and young Brandon was like, uh, do you just want me to send it to you digitally?

I have no words for the feeling inspired by the end credits song. I hear it and the film feels complete. After dedicating nine months of my life to this project—from the time I wrote the screenplay in September to now—I was overwhelmed by the feeling of seeing it on the screen. Every time I watched it, I felt like I was seeing the culmination of those nine months of work—everything I put into it and everything I’d ever done—and understanding what I was truly capable of achieving. It was such a powerful moment for me. I can’t think of anything in my life that compares to that. I feel like it only applies to finishing a creative project of an extremely large scope, which is such a time-consuming act that it makes the feelings related to it that much more powerful.

I think this feeling was personal to me as the writer and director, although I noticed that after several dozen viewings of the film on the Dub Stage, it was almost like everyone had been brainwashed and would repeat the same lines over and over again: “Eighty-eight!” “At last, true fans!” “I’ll show them a clownie.”

This was almost intoxicating to me, from an ego perspective. Number one, it was weird that I never got tired of seeing the film no matter how many times that I watched it—there was always something new that I noticed, some small visual detail I’d overlooked previously, and it always seemed more nuanced with each viewing just because it was the first time I’d noticed that chipped brick in the background, the sign on the mirror in the bathroom, the poster on the background of the ticket booth. Number two, hearing everyone incessantly quote the movie that I wrote. I don’t even think that it’s so highly quotable; more that everyone had gone insane from watching it so many times, but to me it felt like I’d achieved what I’d set out to do in creating a commercially viable, marketable project.

Killer Clown Car is not my ninety-minute prog-rock opus; it’s my “Since U Been Gone” summer hit single that everyone wanders around singing mindlessly, without really knowing why. I spent years being educated in fine arts environments and I was never satisfied with the answer to my question of, well how do I take this out into the world? How to I make this palatable for people? I think there’s a terrible divide between what’s entertaining and what’s good, and people think that you have to choose between the two, and I don’t agree. I think you can make good things entertaining, and that entertaining things can be good. Sometimes, you just have to trick people.

color correction

I really enjoyed the coloring session because it opened my eyes to all the possibilities of what you can do with LUTs, especially in terms of applying film grain, which was super important where this project was concerned. It enabled us to distinguish between the “80s” footage and the actual film in a way that was visible and enhanced the distinction between the two properties.

the dub stage

I enjoyed our time on the Dub Stage because it was a new environment to work in. It was where we saw the film come together. One of the most enticing things about the Film Production program versus the Creative Writing program is that during the Bachelor’s, I was always just in a classroom. Here, we go to a lot of different and dynamic places to see the film realized.

When I first visited Full Sail and checked out the Film program, the tour guides were all about seducing us with the sound stage and all the dope equipment. For the Writing program, we were led into a room and given a pencil and a piece of paper. What really struck me about this was the realization that everything I’d just seen on the Film tour began in that room with that pencil and paper, and no matter how simplistic it seemed by comparison, it was imperative for anything afterward to exist. That cemented by decision to go into the writing program instead.

But during Film Production, after being shut up in a room writing for several years, I got to explore different landscapes and that’s made it so much more exciting: going from sound stages to locations to the Dub Stage, and no matter where you go, you carry this one project with you in order to realize it in its completion. I think this was the first month I really understood how much is invested in a thesis project; hence the level of consideration that goes into selecting it. It has to sustain a group of people for months on end and have a potential shelf life that doesn’t expire as soon as a production ends. It renewed my commitment to market the film over the next year for festival submissions in order to see how much further it can go.

sound project

I really enjoyed the sound project because it gave me the opportunity to revisit an earlier project of mine from a sound perspective. I chose my emotion video from VST because my main obsessions during filming that project were editing and music. I cut the video to a particular song from a movie that influenced the video’s creation. I’d wanted to get better at editing that month, particularly using Final Cut, and I related the emotions of Anticipation and Regret to one of my seminal influences, The Rules of Attraction, written and directed by Roger Avery.

It was one of the first studio films cut in Final Cut Pro, and when I started working with my coverage, I saw the appeal in using time-based effects to manipulate visuals, which is a huge element of Rules. The second most compelling thing about the film is its soundtrack and score, composed by tomandandy, because it’s a combination of original music, pre-existing music remixed and remastered, and needle drop tracks from the time period the film is set. I originally used a ninety second tomandandy song for my ninety second emotion video, and for the assignment I recut it to a later song in the film, which necessitated selecting the exact portion of that song that would match the video, since the length was much different.

Revisting this made me comprehend what was so unique and original about the score for this film to begin with: the soundtrack doesn’t do the film justice because it’s missing so much of the original work tomandandy put into it. I could never figure out why my listening experience  of the soundtrack felt frustratingly different to the feeling inspired by the film, which is defined significantly by the score, until my research for this project led me to make a distinction I’d only previously suspected: “Aida’s Grand March” is not the version used in the film; it’s a version remixed and remastered by tomandandy specifically for the film, just as Donovan’s “Colours” isn’t the original 70s version, but a slightly improved and enhanced version changed by tomandandy. It’s a subtle difference, but when you want the exact thing you heard in the film, it’s highly noticeable and frustrating. I finally found some obscure Russian website that has every single song from the film, however short, exactly the way it was recorded for the movie.

For the lyrical cut, I was originally going to use a Kurt Vile song I’d been listening to on repeat when I shot the video back in December, which I couldn’t use because the emotion video required that we use no words. Instead I ended up using an Elliott Smith song, “Needle in the Hay” from The Royal Tenenbaums, which was a nightmare to cut to but ended up being more effective.

The sound effects cut was cool because I got to experiment not only with sound but the reversal of sound. In Rules of Attraction, when a sequence is reversed, not only the characters move backwards but so does the sound, which creates a distorted effect. Adding sound effects—which I had to find like a scavenger hunt because I had no production sound—caused me to approach the project in a completely new way. It was easy to see where specific instances required sound: doors opening and being unlocked, a bottle of wine being uncorked, a match being struck—and it wasn’t until I watched my classmates’ videos that I realized I neglected an entire layer of sound, ambience, that could have really enhanced the project as well.

conflict resolution

We made it all the way through production with minimal conflict, which I think is virtually unheard of in this program, so it was odd that the cracks in the pavement started to appear in Post. Everyone had a different idea and strong opinions about the cut of the film, but few people spoke up about it during class and only two people volunteered to be responsible for it, so I had a lot of contempt for the people who said nothing and then complained after the fact, a trend that continued through Film Assembly.

There was this sort of Mystery Science Theater voice-over element that had been added to the trailer, where Sergio goes on this ironic, self-aware, improvised rift (“Why are there so many clowns in this car? I don’t know”) as the voiceover movie trailer guy, and it was funny the first couple times I heard it, but by our third consecutive viewing on the Dub Stage, no one was laughing anymore. It reminded me of last month when Rob said something like, that joke is funny to you guys because you were on the set, but it’s not going to be noticeable to an audience.

After we added the ADR lines that made it sound like an actual movie trailer, the improvisation got cut and I didn’t even notice because I didn’t miss it. People who have never seen the film were not going to get that they’re hearing Sergio recording something off the cuff in Curran’s living room and be amused by that. It’s supposed to be a trailer from the 80s, it’s not going to contain that degree of self-awareness.

A lot of people were miffed about this, on top of several elements about the cut they’d quietly seethed about but never openly vocalized, and it made me realize that this had been a totally different project in other people’s minds than it was intended, and now they were disgruntled that it was becoming what it was originally meant to be: a fabricated 80s flick, creating a window for transmedia marketing, coupled with a modern day story. People were still imagining it as a personal project conceived in somebody’s apartment. And it was like, sorry, bro. That’s not what this is. I think that after months of feeling like this was a purely collaborative process, it was the first time people realized I had a level of influence from having written and directed the project that resulted in things being different than they imagined and it was the first month I got that Mackey level of backlash.

I’m not sure what Cloak of Invisibility protected me up to this point, but it was hard having to cast that off and be openly stubborn, obstinate, and indifferent to the people I’d once dealt with through kindness and a certain receptive nature that implied I was taking their suggestions much more to heart than I actually was. I became, in short, a jerk, and for the first time during my term, my approval rating went down and I felt shunned by the very people who’d once respected me. At first, I felt hurt and then angry, but gradually I realized it meant that I was capable of executing what was best for the project over the opinions of other people, which are often misguided, irrelevant, and largely terrible.

What helped me during this period was visiting the set of Lucid, where maybe half of Mackey’s crew supported him and the other half were like hiding behind a piece of scenery, vindictively plotting his downfall. Whatever Dawson’s Creek whiny drama was happening in my cohort was nothing compared to the full throttle Game of Thrones action in the Lucid cohort. It made me understand that if you want to represent a singular vision, people are not always going to like you, but at the end of the day it’s not how people feel about you as a person, it’s about how your film looked as a result of what you were willing to do in the name of executing it.

There are a lot of really talented, smart, good people in this cohort, and I have a great deal of affection for them, but I also have respect for Mackey for being driven and ambitious enough never to prioritize other people’s feelings over his vision for the film, which is singular. Most people are dictated by the court of public opinion and will not act without regard to how people view them because they can’t stand to be condemned, judged, or openly disliked. Mackey’s never cared about any of that.

I thought the set design was beautiful and I think it will result in a beautiful film. I also can’t imagine navigating a production with that much backlash. I think the way I dealt with my cohort was socially intelligent in that it created an environment of loyalty and productivity, but I think it was artistically weak in that I could have accomplished more by forcing my hand as a director. One of the things I’ve benefitted most from in this program is being able to observe other cohorts parallel to my own, and learn not only from what worked and didn’t work in overseeing a crew of people, but witnessing what works and doesn’t work under completely different styles of directing in other cohorts.  

I said something back in VST about it being the hardest month (even though Experimental was equally difficult, if not more so, because of pitches) only to discover that every month is the hardest month for entirely different reasons. This month was emotionally challenging because it was the first time I had to deal with the rifts in my class resulting from people’s dissatisfaction with the cut and I had to stop thinking of everyone as my friends and classmates and think only in terms of what was best for the film. This was difficult because I felt I’d been playing the peacekeeper this entire time, and having to look at everyone differently and be viewed differently by them as a person in a position of influence who must exercise that influence accordingly in order to preserve the original vision, was painful to me in a way that’s hard to articulate.

I think it was a trying process for me because I’ve always been extremely sentimental about people. I think that it worked to my advantage in certain instances prior to now, because it made people feel valued and good about themselves, which was conducive to attaining a cooperative work output, but I think there were also drawbacks to this for me because I never instilled fear in anyone—which unfortunately a lot of people associate with respect, so if somebody wanted to go completely off the rails in my cohort, they assumed there would be no repercussions for that.

I finally had to team up with the producers and be that jerk that comes in and sets people straight. There was no more, ‘I’m one of you,’ or ‘we’ll hang out later’ because I had to distance myself, and it was really important for me to understand that you can’t always be one with people you have to work above, but it still felt like that last incredibly painful transition you make between youth and adulthood, and it was hard for me to let that go.

Once I did, I felt unburdened in a way I never had, like I understood something important that the Mackeys of this world have always known: your work comes first, and people? A distant second. I wouldn’t necessarily internalize that lesson all the time, but I can’t imagine a more important lesson to learn before heading out into an industry populated by sharks, grifters, users, and schemers.

At the end of the day, it’s not about whether someone got their feelings hurt, but whether or not the project remained intact as it was intended.

luke’s class (there and back again)

Visiting Luke’s class was one of the most important things I did this month even though it in no way related to sound. It healed a lot of the divide I felt from everyone when I had to openly acknowledge myself as director first, their classmate second, and their friend at a distant last. I’m not sure what it did for the students I spoke to, but for me it was incredibly cathartic to revisit the mental and emotional journey I’ve been on throughout this process. Luke’s class this month was mostly female, which was the complete opposite of my cohort and was interesting in that I had a perspective they maybe related to. I don’t know exactly what I said but I know that I spoke from the heart and I felt a connection with them when I spoke.

This program has been challenging in ways I could never have imagined. It’s my fifth straight year of school and it’s the closing of a much longer journey. It was an emotional experience for me because we started this program with Luke. We were his first class in the Masters program, so it held a lot of meaning for me to go back to where I started and remember how I got here.