#mxm: 20k

[nixierecs]

In vino veritas by Mini_724148 on AO3

summary:

"We should marry each other if we're still single at 30, hyung." Jimin is at his nth soju and he's not thinking straight.

"Sure, so my life can be even more miserable." Yoongi scoffs. "I will hate myself because i can'tkeep a relationship /and/ because I'm stuck with you." He takes another shot before finishing his sentence. "Good fucking idea, Park."

"So it's a yes?" Jimin looks at Yoongi, challenging and he can already feel the anger flaring up.

"Of course it is."

[dollyyun]

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔.𝟐

SYNOPSIS: Your heart and mind remain in an agonising dissonance, and this time, you choose rationality over what your heart desires most, even if it is slowly killing you. But you have underestimated their determination in luring you back to them, which leads to you rebelling against your initial resolution as you fail to resist your darkest temptation. So when the tension finally snaps, you find yourself back to square one, and this time, you fear that there is no way out to elude their intoxicating, dark allure once more.

PAIRING: non!idols enha hyung line x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), college au, semi-adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes.

WORD COUNT: 20k

WARNINGS: profanities, explicit themes, angst, mention of violence, mention of death, alcohol consumption, mention of violence, manipulation, corruption, toxicity, smuts.

PLAYLIST: Touch It - Ariana Grande, everytime - Ariana Grande, Glad You Came - The Wanted, Come My Way - PLVTINUM, Breakin' Dishes - Rihanna, S&M - Rihanna, 2 On (feat.ScHoolboy Q), Lights Down Low - Maejor (feat. Waka Flocka Flame), Wet the Bed - Chris Brown, Candy - Doja Cat.

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-smut warnings under cut-

smut warnings: unprotected sex (no!), name calling, spitting kink, biting kink, degradation, manhandling, bondage (handcuffs), blowjobs, throat-fucking, fingering, nipple play, pussy slapping & eating, anal, double penetration, edging, crying, squirting, creampies, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, threesomes, fivesomes kinda towards the end(?), MxM in action(mild).

The ray of moonlight filtering through your window casts a gentle radiance in the solitude of your room, enveloping you in a dim illumination as you are stagnantly seated on the edge of the bed, already having been promptly dressed up in a simple off-shoulder beige sweater complementing your dark chequered skirt.

Much to your disgruntlement, your best friends vehemently insist on bringing you out with them to have some drinks, and you recognise their intention of wanting to cheer you up upon noticing your disheartened spirit.

You hear the animated bustle of your best friends leaking through your ajar door, but you remain unmoving from your position with an air of pensiveness emanating from you as you grapple with emotions that have been in an unabating turbulence within you ever since you left the palace.

It has been two days since you last saw any of the guys, two days since you established your firm resolution to avoid the guys like the plague, including ignoring their persistent calls and texts, and thankfully they have never made any visits to your dorm. Even if they had, your best friends probably wouldn’t have allowed them to see even a glimpse of your face.

You know that you acted of your accord by fleeing them for the sake of your sanity, but at the same time, you hate it. You hate it that your heart aches tremendously from being apart from them for two long agonising days.

It is genuinely frustrating because instead of the distance giving you space to cogitate, it seems to be driving you to the brink of your sanity, especially when your mind and heart stand in juxtaposition, where one is rationalising you with a litany of reasons why you should depart from their lives permanently as soon as possible while the other unwaveringly yearns for them with a palpable vehemence for as long as it remains beating.

Adding to your predicament, questions have been gnawing on the walls of your mind and keeping you awake at night, rendering you restless rather than weary despite the scant amount of sleep. Questions that mainly centred around Jinae and her death.

Having gained knowledge about her death is not enough. You have a strong desire to unravel the explicit truth about her history with the guys, but the guys didn’t provide you the answers you sought the last time you saw them, and you have yet to ask your best friends considering you have been holed up in your room for most of the time to wallow in your thoughts and emotions.

Heaving a sigh, you decide to cease your rumination, but when your gaze lands on your phone next to you, an idea pops into your mind before you quickly grab your phone. Maybe the idea is preposterous after having been informed by Jake that it was highly possible that whoever the anonymous texter was was responsible for the incident, but desperation is gnawing at you.

With slightly trembling fingers, you begin to type away on your phone, your lips tucking between your teeth and your eyebrows furrowing.

Y/N: If you’re still there, I want answers about what happened three years ago.

After pressing send, you wait, and it’s not even a few minutes before you receive a reply.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I presume that it’s about Jinae. Since I’m feeling nice, I’ll indulge you, but before I proceed, are you sure you’re prepared? Because what I’m about to tell you depicts her death, as in how she died. Y/N: Considering what I’ve recently been through, yes, I’m prepared. UNKNOWN NUMBER: Since you obviously knew that your four beloved knights were responsible for her death, you should know that before they killed her, they took pictures and videos of her for the times she fucked around with them. Y/N: Was it consented? UNKNOWN NUMBER: No, and that’s not even the worst part. They uploaded those sex tapes to our official Devil’s Knights social media accounts across Instagram and Twitter. Jinae became a laughing stock on campus. Almost everyone, especially our own knights, dehumanised her at every chance they got.

A part of you refuses to believe him, but you can’t ignore the unpleasant churn in your tummy.

Y/N: My best friends told me that there were speculations going around on campus back then about Jinae doing something to piss off the four leaders greatly. UNKNOWN NUMBER: That’s correct. Y/N: So what did she do? UNKNOWN NUMBER: She did nothing, that’s the thing. All she ever wanted was to be loved, but her wanting that love ended up in their palace, where she was found dead in the bathroom. Her throat was slit open. Vulgar words were incised deep on the flesh on her thighs and arms. It was a bloody fucking mess.

“Oh my god.” You cover your gasping mouth with your trembling hand while your eyes glisten with tears, feeling utterly revolted at this discovery with horror plastering on your face. The four leaders did that to her? 

Before you can dwell and get pulled by the whirlpool of torrential emotions, you pour your focus on another matter that has piqued your curiosity just earlier.

Y/N: The way you spoke of her, it seemed like you knew her closely. UNKNOWN NUMBER: As a matter of fact, I did. Y/N: Who was she to you? UNKNOWN NUMBER: She was….someone who I cherished deeply.

Your curiosity has reached its peak, wondering what their relationship was, but the axis of your attention tilts when another matter arises, or rather, something that perhaps he unintentionally let slip.

Y/N: Earlier, you mentioned that they uploaded those sex tapes on your official Devil’s Knights social media accounts, and you said ‘our’. So does this mean that you’re a devil’s knight?

This time, however, he doesn’t reply straight away, which confirms your suspicion. Just as you are about to send him another message, you hear your name being called from outside your room.

“Y/N, are you ready?” Yunjin pushes open the door, and as expected from the fashionista of the group, she is dressed impeccably.

You offer her a tight smile in return as you rise from the bed and shove your phone into your sling purse. “Question: Do I really have to go?”

“Of course, you do.” Wonyoung waltzes into your room, her eyes scanning your overall fit in appreciation before she interlocks her arm with yours. “Besides, it isn’t healthy to be holed up in your room all day. You need some fresh air.”

“And some drinks.” Karina emerges from behind Yunjin. Her alluring eyes narrow at you just when you open your mouth to retort. “Be thankful that you get to even drink, whereas I, on the other hand, can’t since I'll be the one driving you a lot."

“I didn’t even say anything.” You murmur, making a face at Karina, before Wonyoung proceeds to drag you with her, trailing behind the other two.

All the while you’ve resorted to silence, your mind keeps drifting off to the messages earlier.

Out of all the bars, they chose to bring you to the very same bar where you had a rather interesting and salacious encounter with Sunghoon, and you swear it only feels like yesterday he was an insufferable asshole cornering you and trapping you in the gents washroom.

Warmth weaves across your cheeks as you reminisce about him leaving his mark on you while you grind your core against his unabashedly before shaking your head at the recollection and taking aggressive sips of your cocktail, earning yourself odd stares from your best friends as they put a pause to their conversation.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Karina resumes, shifting your attention to her after spacing out in your own bubble. A grin smears across her scarlet lips. “Us seniors are invited to an exclusive yacht party hosted by the Devil's Knights tomorrow.���

“A yacht party? Sign me up.” Yunjin beams with a smile, raising her glass of margarita near her lips. “God, I’ve always wanted to go to a yacht party.”

“That sounds fun, but…” Wonyoung trails her gaze over to you, a glinting concern in her eyes as she examines the expression on your face. “Y/N, if you don’t want to go─”

“Are you kidding? No way am I going to miss out on a yacht party.” You are surprised at the conviction in your tone, and it is as though you have gained a newfound vitality, probably because of the cocktail.

The three ladies exchange a wary look of knowingness between each other before Yunjin decides to speak up, her voice carrying an air of cautiousness. “But it’s hosted by the Devil's Knights, which means the chances of you bumping into any of them are high.”

“So?” You shrug your shoulders, your mask of indifference obscures the incessant jittery and flutters in you. You place your now-empty glass on the marbled countertop. “I plan on avoiding them anyway. Besides, I’m not about to let them ruin my party spirit.”

Wonyoung heaves a sigh, conceding as she recognises the unyielding determination in your sharp eyes. “As long as you don’t force yourself into this.”

“Don’t worry. I genuinely want to attend and party with my girls.” You reassure her with a soft smile that seems to dispel her doubts. The smile on your lips falters as you feel abruptly compelled to open up another conversation. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you girls about this. Is it true that before Jinae died, the four leaders uploaded unconsented pictures and videos of her?”

The three ladies slowly nod their heads, casting shadows over their sombre features. Karina raises her eyebrow inquisitively at you. “How did you know? Did they tell you?”

“Sort of.” You lie through your teeth, looking down at your hands briefly. “I’m sorry for bringing it up. It’s just─” A staggered sigh leaves your lips. “Everything is just so complicated. I want to find out more and get them to tell me the truth of their side of the story, but at the same time I don’t want to be around them any longer.”

“It’s fine, Y/N.” Yunjin insists, but you still feel bad for dampening the lighthearted mood in the air around you.

You rise from your seat and cast them a tight smile. “You girls continue where you left off. I’m just going to take a breather outside.”

“Do you need me to come?” Wonyoung offers, almost getting ready to stand, but you stop her with a head shake, declining her offer.

“I need some time alone. Plus, you did tell me that getting fresh air is good for me.” You attempt to jest, adorning a lopsided smile, which seems to convince her, and so you begin to navigate your way around the bar.

As expected on a Friday night, the establishment is thronged with other customers, and unbeknownst to you, a certain someone, who has been watching you since the moment you huddled with your best friends at the back corner, follows you from behind.

The nightly breeze greets you as soon as you step out of the establishment. Ambling on the concrete pavement, you rub your cold hands together, your eyes staring into oblivion as your mind is finally free of muddling thoughts, or perhaps for a short-lasting moment, because not too long later, a familiar voice shatters the much-needed tranquilly.

“You should really be careful walking around alone at night.” His mellow voice prompts you to halt your steps while your heart nearly lurches in your chest.

When you turn around, you gasp softly, startled by the close proximity between you and him as you catch a strong whiff of his familiar cologne that has long since embedded itself in your mind.

He easily ensnares you just by his penetrating dark eyes, locking you in place, while you go slightly breathless at the gorgeous sight of him, bare of his signature cap that allows his magenta-red strands to fall over his brows and the black leather coat complementing his overall fit.

“Heeseung.” You breathe out, forgetting for a moment that you are supposed to keep your distance from him. You immediately compose yourself, narrowing your eyes at him in suspicion. “What are you doing here? And how did you know where I was?”

“The tracker Jake installed on your phone.” Heeseung answers calmly, ignoring the scoff of disbelief falling from your lips. “I’ve been following you and watching you from afar inside the bar.”

“So now you’re stalking me.” Sarcasm laces your tone. “Seriously, Heeseung. That’s creepy. Did you not hear the part where I said that we’re over the other day?”

Heeseung takes you by swift surprise as he closes the gap, causing you to back away from him while he is relentless with his dark eyes drilling into yours. “We’re not over, and we’re never over.” His low, husky voice sends shivers down your spine.

A whimper threatens to leave your lips, feeling greatly intimidated by his imposing figure as he unrelentingly backs you up until you hit the wall behind you. With his outstretched arm, he plants his palm next to your head, ensuring that there is no escape for you while the wall next to you completely hinders you from mapping other possible ways to evade him.

“Heeseung.” You utter his name shakily, and just like that, your resolve melts under the intensity of his handsome gaze while his strong cologne and the dark ambience he exudes overwhelm you. “Hee, please─”

“You told Sunghoon that you needed space, and we granted that. Two long fucking days.” Heeseung nearly growls out, his jaw clenching and his hot breath fanning just above your lips. “If this is your way of punishing us, then congrats, sweetheart, because you’ve successfully made me the most desperate man alive.”

The tension sizzling through the air around you is so close to snapping that you can feel it in your veins, especially when your eyes flicker down to his pink lips. Heeseung sees this — the look in your eyes yearns for him to kiss you — but he refrains from caving into the temptation, even when your glossed lips look kissable.

“Don’t torture us with your distance anymore, beloved.” His voice drops to a low husk, matching the way his dark allure is serenading you. “The guys missed you. I missed you.”

Your chin wobbles with sadness as you release a shaky sigh, your eyes glistening beautifully with tears under the moonlight cascading down on the secluded, desolate street. “I’m scared, Hee.” The raw vulnerability shines through in the soft manner in which you speak, admitting it to him with sincerity. You look away from his eyes, the tremor in your voice is palpable. “I’m scared of you.”

It is as though a searing stab of a knife plunges into his beating heart at your admission, causing his heart to ache tremendously while his flinty demeanour starts to mollify.

“What?” He whispers, horrified, before finding his voice again, and this time there is a discernible crack of emotion. “No, no, no, sweetheart─” He seems frantic, cradling your face with his callous palms while his eyes hold such desperation as you weakly attempt to push him away. “I’ve never wanted you to be afraid of me for the wrong reasons. Please don’t be afraid of me, beloved.”

“How am I supposed to do that when I don’t trust you?” You whimper, falling weaker against your resistance as you gradually melt into his touch.

“I would never hurt you. Never in a million years.” He states emphatically, his dark eyes displaying promises as he leans his forehead against yours. “Your life is precious to me, beloved. How could I live on if you were no longer there with me?”

“You could still live on because I’m not that special.” You counter, and your voice shakes with a bundle of emotions that threatens to implode. “You can easily have other girls─”

“But they’re not you.” Heeseung punctuates each word with vehemence, his lips now ghosting yours while you shiver at the contact of his cold metal lip ring grazing across your bottom lip, tempting you to close the gap. “I’ve given you my heart since I first saw you years ago, sweetheart. You own me, my body, my heart, and my fucking soul.” 

His confession is all it takes for you to cave into your temptation, and before you know it, you close the gap and press your lips into his. An electrifying sensation ignites in the fervent exchange of your kisses as he presses you up against the wall while his hand deftly grabs your thigh to raise it and hold it against his hip.

Your hands go winding in his hair, your fingers tugging and pulling at the strands as you are consumed by the fiery passion of his kisses, eliciting a breathy moan from him before the sound of low rumbles emits from his chest as he asserts dominance, deepening the kiss to the point where you can feel an indent caused by his lip ring. 

Heeseung thrusts his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch that he has missed and swallowing every moan emerging from your throat as you feel his prominent bulge pressing directly against the heat of your throbbing cunt.

“Hee.” You pant like a dog as soon as he pulls away, only to map his kisses down your skin while you arch your neck for him to gain better access. Your lidded eyes are threatening to close every now and then, while breathy moans leave your lips as he kisses and licks your sensitive spot.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, you have no idea.” He rasps against your sheeny skin due to his saliva. He trails his kisses upward and reclaims your lips in a searing kiss that has you grinding your cunt against his bulge. “I know, pretty.” He continues to murmur in between kisses, and his heart swells at the pretty mewls you release. “I know you’ve missed me too.”

The fear of anyone stumbling upon you two making out in the open has completely dissipated from your mind. You know that you have fallen deep when you decide to indulge the forbidden desire in the depths of your heart for this man once again. Maybe there really is no escape from this — from him, from them.

After what feels like eternity, Heeseung pulls away from the mind-blowing kiss, much to your disappointment. The swollenness of his pink lips matches yours as you gaze at him with dazed eyes, breathing so raggedly from the intense passion of your kisses that you didn’t think you would need air at all. Just his lips.

Heeseung sighs, bringing his hand to cradle your face. His touch is a familiar reverence that aches yearningly in your heart, as does his gaze. “There’s another reason why I followed and watched you.” His tongue glides across his moist lips. “I didn’t want the same thing to happen to you when you were kidnapped that night. It’s the reason why I needed to make sure you’re always on our radar.”

You look away from him, feeling the loss of his defeated touch on your face at the apparent detachment in the way you are being. You are caught up in a vindictive whirlwind of emotions once more, but without a doubt, you can’t deny that his words impact you.

You release a sigh, still not looking at him, as you prepare yourself to head back into the bar to find your best friends. “I should go.” You utter dryly before brushing past him.

“Wait.” Heeseung stops you as his hand latches on your wrist, prompting you to look over his shoulder. “Go on a ride with me.”

Hesitation flickers in your gaze. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You murmur.

“Please, sweetheart? Just this one night.” Heeseung’s desperation in wanting to keep you close to him shines through in the way he has been pleading in one night, which is fucking ridiculous to him as he has never plead to any girl, but you are undeniably his biggest weakness.

Receiving your silence, Heeseung gently pulls you closer and raises your hand to place a tender kiss on your palm while your heart swells at his familiar gesture of affection. “I'll bring you back to your dorm after that. Just for tonight, trust me, please?”

“Okay.” You acquiesce softly, ignoring your rationality in pushing him away, but just one night won’t hurt you enough to cave into your yearning.

Not long later, you find yourself seated behind him on his thunderous, sleek motorbike, riding against the cold, vindictive wind with your arms wrapped around his waist as he picks up the velocity. Just like that, all your problems are ensnared in the wind as you bask in the familiarity of your closeness with him.

Three hours of the road journey to the marina granted you sufficient sleep in the car after having been sleep deprived for the past few days, but even in your slumber, the memory of Heeseung’s touch, lips, and warmth that cascaded over you last night arose in your mind. No words were exchanged even when he kept his promise and dropped you off at your dormitory, only his lingering stare on your elusive demeanour when you finally drifted away from him.

Refusing to dwell on last night any longer, you shift your attention, and this time, any worries or distress dissipate as your eyes take in the magnificent sight of four mega-luxurious yachts docked at the marina with the azure ocean glistering under the sun rays cascading down from the celestial firmament.

It is all simply breathtaking, rendering you awestruck as you remain cemented in your spot, drawing amused attention from your inner circle group of people that have wholeheartedly welcome you back upon seeing your sparkling eyes and your agape mouth as you are still staring at the panoramic view.

“Y/N! Come on!” Winter’s calling pulls you out of the trance, and when you finally look at them and heed your surroundings, you spot other seniors of your batch splitting in random groups as they board the awaiting yachts, although not all of the seniors are present.

“So how do we know which yacht we’re supposed to board?” You inquire as soon as you manage to catch up with your girls, huddling in groups as you make your way to the docks.

“Good question.” Karina muses, her eyes darting to the knights stationed by the docks, as they seem to be guiding and assisting the guests. “Let me ask one of them.”

“Maybe it’s up to us which yacht we want to board.” Chaewon voices out, earning a few hums of agreement from the rest of the girls.

You scratch your non-itchy scalp as the contortion on your face twists with uncertainty. “Just to be safe, let’s just ask the knights─” A shadow looms over yours from behind, prompting the girls to look at the tall male.

“Actually, Chaewon’s right. You can choose the yachts of your liking, but better be quick because we’ll be departing from the marina soon.”

For some reason, his voice greatly startles you, causing your heart to lurch in your chest before you turn around to look at him. Beomgyu looks as charming as ever with the dazzling smile on his fine countenance. His onyx hair looks shorter than the last time you ever saw him.

“Awesome!” Your girls begin to erupt into excitement as they promptly discuss amongst each other whether to be separated or not since not all of them want to board the yacht, which differs from the other’s choice.

Upon noticing your eyes fixated on his face and your oddly resounding silence, Beomgyu shifts his attention to you, and it takes everything in you to refrain from flinching despite the warmth of his dark brown eyes gleaming with kindness, which is completely perplexing because why does your stomach churn unpleasantly being in his vicinity when he did nothing but show kindness to you?

“It’s been a while, Y/N.” Beomgyu strikes up a friendly conversation with you while your intuition is telling you to move out of his vicinity, especially in the way his eyes rake all over your body as you are adorned in a short sundress. “You look nice.”

“Thank you. You don’t look bad yourself.” You reciprocate, adorning an awkward smile on your glossed lips as you begin to discreetly shift uncomfortably under his gaze. Hearing the drifting commotion of your girls, you clear your throat, looking away from him. “I’m just going to follow them─”

“Y/N, wait.” Beomgyu stops you, his touch on your skin as he grabs your wrist sends you a jolting sensation that intensifies the churn in your tummy. When you look at him with curious eyes, you notice something shifts in his demeanour — a fleeting of passing darkness that sends alarming signals to your brain.

Just when Beomgyu decides to speak, Soobin emerges from behind him and drapes his arm around Beomgyu’s shoulder lazily. “We’ve been waiting for your ass to board. What’s the hold-up?” Soobin doesn’t seem to notice you yet, or maybe he simply disregards your existence, but nevertheless, you are thankful for his intervention.

“Just catching up with the lovely Y/N Kang.” Beomgyu tells him, his eyes never straying from your delicate features. His statement finally draws Soobin’s attention to you just as you are about to head over to your girls.

“Y/N! Good to see you alive and well.” Soobin acknowledges you, a smirk smearing across his lips, while something in the way he is eyeing you unnerves you. Above all, you can’t help but discern a double meaning in his words. “Do enjoy the party. Just be careful of the sharks if you ever fall into the ocean.”

You frown at his snarky remark that oozes wicked sarcasm. “Thanks for the advice?”

Beomgyu seems dissatisfied with the way he smacks his best friend in the back of his head before shooting you an apologetic smile and dragging Soobin with him, heading over to the second yacht.

Ignoring the fact that you feel disturbingly weirded out by them, you proceed to head over to the girls, having been informed by Wonyoung that they’ll be splitting up into two groups, and not moments later, you finally boarded the fourth yacht, squeezing your way through the throng of people and eventually losing sight of your girls.

The instant the yacht makes its first departure from the dock, you lose momentum in your balance due to the yacht in motion, and the abrupt shove from someone behind you sends you tumbling forward.

You snap your eyes close as you brace yourself for the impact, but nothing comes. Instead, a pair of strong arms wrap around your unbalanced figure, holding you steady while you are staggered into shock as the familiar cologne infiltrates your senses. You had been hoping that you wouldn’t bump into any one of them sooner.

“Lovely.” His concerned voice prompts you to recover as you slowly lock eyes with him, and from your peripheral vision, it seems that the others in your vicinity pay no mind to you while you remain unmoving from his embrace. His warm brown eyes soften as he scans you. “Sweetheart, are you alright?”

Although you have heard the familiar endearment from Heeseung countless times, to hear from him sends a jarring sensation through you while incessant butterflies are in their wake. Your eyes betray you when they rake over his appearance, while warmth weaves across your rosy cheeks.

The button-down printed blouse draping his physique allows a sneaking peek of his toned chest, and the snake tattoo is inked on his right collarbone, while a chain necklace is hooked around his neck. His dark hair is tied back into a man-bun with a few long strands hanging by the sides of his face frame, and this new look of his arouses something so familiar in you. God, does he look so deliciously handsome.

“I-I’m fine.” You stammer, flustered by the mixed emotions pouring down on you, and the arousing lust in your core just by the mere sight of him feels so profound that you wish to whisk him away from here and for him to fuck you good.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a frown adorning his pink plump lips, that you so badly want to kiss. He scans his surroundings while still holding you close. “It’s getting crowded here. We can head down to the basement or the second floor if you want.”

Just before you can give him your answer, the recollection of how uncharacteristically rough he was back at the church, as does the other night where he displayed his callousness towards you, impels you to evade his embrace, and the hurt flashing in your eyes just briefly captures his keen attention before you look away from him.

“I’m fine going without you. Besides, I’ll be searching for my friends as well.” You mutter dryly, preparing to flee from him, but he prevents you from doing so when his hand latches on your wrist before pulling you with him. “Jaeyun!”

Jake ignores your disbelieving call as he continues to haul you towards the flight of stairs that leads to the second floor, and in the midst of it, you manage to catch sight of Wonyoung, Yunjin, and Karina in their socialite element, mingling around with the other guests amiably before you avert your gaze as Jake guides you to the second floor, and just when you think he is done, he pulls you with him towards another flight of stairs.

A whine escapes you before you can control yourself, panting slightly from having to climb up the stairs. “Jaeyun!” It seems that he notices your exhaustion, because the next thing you know, he carries you in a bridal style with ease while you let out a surprised yelp.

“Where are we even going?” You ask, completely bewildered by his moves. Jake takes a side glance at your scowling face fleetingly before refocusing on climbing these stairs, his arms encircling your body protectively. 

“To the top.” His answer doesn’t satisfy you, but nevertheless, you succumb to defeat, relaxing your taut body in his warm embrace that feels uncannily like home to you while your fingers fiddle with the sling of your purse.

As soon as you reach the top, you hear distinctive commotions around you, prompting you to catch sight of the other three yachts that are in the same motion as the yacht you are on. Jake carefully sets you down to your feet, whereas you become distracted by the breathtaking panorama of the ocean and the cerulean skies that remind you of those beautiful masterpieces of painted canvas. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Jake speaks up, his enamoured eyes never leaving your awestruck face, and no doubt his remark is directed at you, because fuck, you are glowing as the sun rays bathe you while the wind in your hair moves in a wavy motion, adding a more cinematic beauty to you.

But when you finally divert your attention to him, he frowns at the familiar hurt glinting in your eyes, which he saw earlier. Whatever he did wrong, he intends to fix it.

“So that’s about it, right?” You quip, looking away from him. “Thanks for bringing me up here when I never asked, but I’ll get going now.”

Having already predicted your moves, Jake deftly blocks your way with his figure, completely undeterred by your glaring eyes at him. “Tell me what I did wrong. Let me fix it.” The resolution is accentuated in his warm brown eyes, which you have grown to love whenever he stares at you, either fondly or intensely with lust.

“I don’t want to do this with you, Jaeyun.” You say, and you can feel yourself going weaker the longer his eyes bore into you with an intense longing. “I’m here to have fun with my best friends, and I won’t allow any of you to ruin that.”

Jake blocks your way again, eliciting an irritated sigh from you, but he cuts you off, throwing you off guard by the stark desperation in his demeanour. “And I’m here to fix what I broke. I can’t delay this any longer, so please, sweetheart.” He lowers the pitch of his voice as he steps closer to you. “Tell me, what can I do for you to return to me?”

You clench your fist, refraining yourself from being persuaded by the emotions swimming in his eyes, looking at you as if you’re his whole world. “You can start off by giving me space.” You immediately brush past him, but Jake is not having any of that, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back at him.

“I’ve given you enough fucking space, and you have no idea how close I was to going insane over your absence.” Jake’s eyes burn into yours, deflating you completely. His grasp on you feels firmer, but not enough to hurt you. “Please, sweetheart, you’re killing me with your detachment.”

You look away from him, not wanting him to see the tears glistening in your eyes that derive from the ache in your bleeding heart at the palpable desperation in the tremor of his voice. “I hate it.” You whisper, laying your vulnerability bare in his eyes.

“Tell me.” He says firmly, pulling you close with your clenched fist now in contact with his toned chest. Upon your persisting avoidance, he seizes your chin, gently turning your head to face him while the intensity of his gaze softens at your glistening eyes. 

“Hit me, bruise me, I don’t care. Be mad at me at a shorter distance where I can see you. Just don’t shut me out and leave me again. I─” His voice shakes while the fear of abandonment that instilled in him morphs into pain in his eyes. He interlaces your fingers with his before kissing the back of your hand. “I can’t imagine my future without you in it, love.”

The mental restraint you forced upon yourself finally implodes, springing more tears to your eyes as his words leave an impact so profound on you. “I hate that I can’t predict you. You’re sweet and gentle for one moment, but the next, you’re the opposite. I don’t know which version of you is true, Jae.” Your voice shakes as you confess. “The day at the church, you fucked me like you were really punishing me, and you even called me your well-trained slut like you meant it.”

You cut him off just when he opens his mouth, needing him to hear what you have been keeping inside ever since while a fallen tear escapes the corner of your eye. “You’ve never called me such names whenever we had sex, and my Jaeyun would never call me his slut like he meant it.” You force a whimper down in your throat. “My sweet Jaeyun. Right now, I don’t know which Jaeyun you are.”

“I’m right here, love. I’ve never left.” Jake reassures you frantically, his palms cradling your face as you shake your head, refusing to believe him. He closes the gap between your faces until his nose grazes against yours affectionately, while his breath fans above your upper lip as he pleads softly. “Please, sweetheart, I’m still your sweet Jaeyun.”

“Prove it.” You demand in a whisper, feeling lightheaded by the close proximity. You can see it in his eyes as your words ignite something ablaze in him. You allow your lips to brush lightly against his as you whisper, “If you’re still my sweet Jaeyun, you gotta prove─”

Jake silences you with his lips pressing into yours hard while his arm cages around your waist, pulling your body closer to his, and the other cradling the back of your head with a familiar reverence. You melt like butter in the familiarity of his warm embrace at the exchange of your fervent kisses.

Your arms slither their way to his shoulder before draping them lazily, and without breaking the lip lock, he manoeuvres you to the velvety couch in a swift motion with your back pressed down on the cushion as he hovers over you.

“Please don’t hate me.” He murmurs against your parted lips, nearly whimpering out, which has your heart clenching. “I can’t bear the thought of you hating me, love. Don’t hate me anymore, please.” He reclaims your lips in a searing kiss, poking his tongue into you before you wholeheartedly welcome him, allowing him to claim every inch of you.

“Jaeyun.” You gasp for air as soon as he pulls away and maps his kisses down to your neck while you instinctively arch your back, rolling your eyes to the back and panting heavily as his lips on your skin feel scorching. “We should stop. Someone might come up and see us.” You manage to utter out before nearly moaning out at the sensation of his teeth sinking into the sensitive spot on your neck.

Despite his strong libido to take you right here and now, Jake concedes, as he doesn’t wish to displease you, and so he detaches his lips from your skin only to slot them over yours, giving you a lingering kiss that reflects the depths of his feelings for you.

Knowing that you need to gasp for air again, Jake pulls away from you just enough for his lips to ghost yours, his eyes fluttering open to gaze deeply into your nearly blown-out pupils as you breathe heavily.

“I promise I won’t do what you hate anymore.” He murmurs, hovering his lips over to press a deep kiss on your cheek before he decides to lean his weight on your body while being careful enough not to suffocate you. “I’ll be gentle and sweet.”

Your heart flutters at the sensation of his thumb stroking your cheek with affection. “You can be rough with me, but just don’t call me names like that again.” You say softly, melting on the inside with the utter adoration in his warm brown eyes that are boring into yours.

Jake raises his eyebrow inquisitively. “So the others are allowed to call you names except me?”

“They’re…different, just as you are.” You lean further into his touch, adorning a smile so sweet that it tempts him to kiss the dimple on your cheek. You pat his cheek gently. “Because you’re my sweet Jaeyun.”

Jake unfurls a soft yet wolfish grin that accentuates his charming countenance, having grown addicted to and loving the way you call him yours. He grabs your hand to place a kiss on your palm, his adoring eyes never leaving yours. “I am your sweet Jaeyun. Yours forever.”

It feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders after the unanticipated event that transpired earlier with Jake, and that grants you the freedom to enjoy the rest of the party without another pending problem adding weight to your strained, distressing mind.

A breathy chuckle leaves your lips as you recall the endearing pout on Jake’s lips when you decided to cease your prolonged make-out session to find your best friends and the fact that anyone could have stumbled upon you at any moment of time unannounced. Nevertheless, you parted ways with him, especially since the other knights were looking for him.

The boisterous commotion from the riotous guests shatters your reverie, prompting you to trail your gaze to the impressive inflatable water slides, which the professional crew members at each yacht have diligently set up not too long ago, and catch sight of your fellow senior guests in their swimming attires as they engage themselves in the luxurious entertainment that the devil’s knights have offered.

Heck, you are even flabbergasted when you have been informed by Jake earlier that just below each yacht’s basement is stored with a few jet skis, which you didn’t really believe until you finally see them for yourself as you now spot recognisable knights riding the jet skis along the ocean with zeal.

Presently, all four yachts are berthed adjacently with the main deck facing each other, which enables the guests’ liberties to pursue whatever they want, be it to dive into the ocean and swim with the others or even head over to each dock and socialise with the other guests. Considering this is your first time ever attending a yacht party, it has completely exceeded your expectations.

“Y/N! Let’s go!” Winter, whose exuberance you have dearly missed, calls out for you over the booming speaker that is playing a felicitous song to enliven the vibrancy teeming in the atmosphere. 

You look over to her, spotting some of the other girls along with her, all of whom are adorned in distinct bikinis, prompting you to look down at yours. Much to your surprise, you were willing to display yourself in a cute pink floral bikini set just when Karina and Yunjin dragged you into one of the guest rooms here with the intention of persuading you to join the watersports fun. You refuse to hold yourself back from anything today, even when there are lingering doubts in your head. You deserve to have fun after the shit you've been through.

Chugging down on your fruit punch, you toss the red plastic cup in the trash and meander your way to your friends by the stairs before they proceed to head to the second floor with you trailing behind them. You have no idea what they want to do, but you decide to go with the flow.

“Don’t forget to wear your life jackets for those who can’t swim.” As expected from the mother of the group, Wonyoung reminds the group as she busily fastens the life jacket around her petite form. Looking over to you, her eyebrows furrow. “Y/N, you don’t need one?”

You shake your head, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’m good. I can swim.” Or at least you hope, but it isn’t entirely a lie. Your father used to bring you out for swimming, and he was the one who taught you. Just the thought of your father causes your heart to ache.

It isn’t long later, after queuing for the slide, that you, Winter, and Wonyoung decide to go together. Your heart races in anticipation before you finally glide down with the adrenaline rushing through you, while your ear nearly goes deaf by the splitting, high-pitched screams from Winter and Wonyoung as the three of you are being thrust into the air.

You hold your breath just in time when you plunge into the water, and the impact causes you to submerge a little deeper before you put your rusty skills to use as you swim back up to the surface. As you manage to stay afloat, cheers from your fellow guests reach your ears, probably due to you and your friends’ performances.

As you have every intention to swim towards the main deck, you hear a raucous motor engine approaching from behind you, to which you dismiss since it’s normal for other jet skiers to go about here, but when the vehicle stops directly next to you, you slowly turn around only for your heart to pound harder at the sight of Sunghoon looking down at you with inexplicable emotions in his dark eyes.

Silence befalls you as you stare at him with unwavering eye contact while your insides are tumult by the palpable tension in the air. You take this moment to take in his mouth-watering appearance, donning a white sleeveless tank top that displays his ripped muscles for your eyes to feast upon.

“Need a ride, princess?” Sunghoon asks as he snaps you out of the trance. His hand is extended towards you while you take note of his oddly neutral tone, which renders you sceptical, considering that you left him while he was asleep the last time.

Nevertheless, you accept his offer as you latch your hand on his, only for him to clutch your hand securely and assist in hauling you from the water with ease, his biceps muscles flexing, before you finally settle seated behind him.

“Hold on tight to me.” Sunghoon says over his shoulder, to which you barely register his words in your head when he abruptly picks up the velocity of the jet ski, eliciting a squeal from you and prompting you to latch your arms around his body.

“Park Sunghoon!” You scream over the raucous motor engine, looking over his shoulder to see where he is heading as you are getting further away from the yachts. “Where are you bringing me?!”

“To feed you to the sharks, of course.” Sunghoon tells you bluntly, and you gasp in disbelief at his seemingly serious remark before he breaks into a breathy chuckle, melting the prior icy demeanour. “I’m kidding, princess. I’m just driving you around. Besides, you haven’t seen my drifting skills yet.”

“What─Sunghoon!” A scream tears from your throat as he throws you off guard, quite literally, that nearly has you falling off the jet ski when he does an abrupt drift, prompting you to tighten your arms around his body.

“I told you to hold onto me tight!” He raises his voice for you to hear him better against the vindictive wind, and when he revs forward, you yelp out, your face colliding into his back.

“Slow down!” You exclaim in a squeak, and yet the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins only seems to intensify at the velocity of his jet ski as you hear the other jet skiers in the background around you.

“There’s no slowing down, princess.” Sunghoon briefly looks over his shoulder for you to catch a glimpse of the suggestive smirk on his lips.

Any resistance or fear in you dissipates as you eventually find yourself enjoying this more than you should, now with a gleeful smile glowing in your countenance that is accompanied by the infectious laughter emitting from you, which affects Sunghoon as he laughs along with you.

Maybe it won’t hurt for you to revel in this euphoric moment with him, even when you know that there is still a palpable strain between you and him.

Time flies fast as the effervescent element encompassing the entirety of the festivity has completely ensnared you, and before you know it, the sun is making its descent, creating a soft, warm radiance that bathes the landscape in a golden glow and gradually painting the empyrean a gorgeous shade of purple.

Despite the dawning twilight across the horizon, the party doesn’t seem to stop any time soon, while the prevalent ambience across the four yachts is pulsating with vigorous exuberance that emanates from the partygoers, including you.

You feel inclined to admit that this has got to be the best party you have ever attended. You have long since revelled in the luxurious entertainment offered by the knights.

After the wild ride on a jet ski with Sunghoon earlier, he dropped you off at the yacht you were originally from only for you to play the water slide with your friends and dive into the ocean one or two many times, and you even participated in the banana boat activity alongside other seniors, whom you surprisingly managed to get along with. Maybe it was because you were enjoying yourself too much until your stomach began to grumble, but the platters of food they served were so delectable that you even generously got yourself another plate or two.

But then, the familiar faces of specific individuals pop into your head, nearly subduing your effervescent essence, prompting your eyes to sweep with purpose across the throng of people in the spacious vicinity you are in, searching for them.

Obviously, you have been with Jake and Sunghoon rather intimately, but they were beyond your reach as they socialised with the others, seeming to provide you with space. You saw Heeseung earlier when Sunghoon drove past the first yacht, only getting a glimpse of his face, whereas Jay has yet to appear in your line of sight.

Biting down your lip, you shake your head lightly at the thought of them before resuming where you left off, regaining your faltered vitality. Presently, you and your friends are mingling and dancing on the dance floor with the music blasting from the speakers.

Your faces are glowing with jubilation, and giggles and chatter are teeming in the overflowing vibrancy as you dance silly with your friends and other partygoers. The dampness of your hair has been desiccated by the heat of the air while you are still adorned in your bikini, just like most of the other ladies here.

You have long since felt comfortable in your own skin, which is starkly displayed. Plus, you even received compliments from your friends and the other ladies about your look, which elevated your self-confidence, while you simply dismissed the lewd whistles and lecherous gazes from most of the knights. You were not about to allow anyone to ruin your day.

“Anyone needs help to throw away their cups?” Rei directs her offers to you and your girls, putting a pause on your frolic. When you look at Rei, you notice the grimace on her face. “I gotta head to the washroom. I feel a little nauseated.” She informs you.

“Count me in. I think I’m gonna throw up.” Chaewon covers her mouth with her palm before brushing past you speedily, not waiting for the other girls as they stack their cups on top of each other with Rei’s assistance before Kazuha and Winter follow after Chaewon.

“Y/N?” Yunjin stares at you just as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, while the other is holding the red cup languidly. “Your drink?”

You shake your head before casting her a boozy grin, to which they recognise that you are inebriated. “I’m fine. Just gotta─” A hiccup leaves your lips, and you nearly tumble forward if it weren’t for Wonyoung’s arms steadying you. “Gotta dance! And drink─” You slowly push Wonyoung away before bringing the cup to your lips and tossing your head back as you down the vodka in one go.

“You’re drunk.” Karina points out, but even she is just as inebriated as you, evident in the way she giggles as she pinches your cheeks languidly.

“I wanna pinch her cheeks too!” Wonyoung joins, swatting Karina’s hands away from you while the latter attempts to counterattack. “Go away! You’re drunk too!”

“The three of you are drunk.” Yunjin, the one who has the highest alcohol tolerance in the group, steps forward and latches her hands on both Wonyoung and Karina to pull them away from you. “Let’s get you two sober. Y/N─”

“I’m totally fine! I swear!” You bat your eyelashes at Yunjin as she narrows her eyes at you with scepticism. You attempt to convince her by dancing lightly to the music. “See? I still have some dance left in me!”

“Just don’t throw yourself off into the ocean and drown yourself.” Yunjin tells you sternly before dragging Wonyoung and Karina away from the animated dance floor, leaving you alone to revel in the intoxicating abysmal.

The empty cup eventually slips off your grasp as you succumb to the euphoria, the addictive rhythm pulsating through your body as it influences the alluring sway of yours that has long since captivated four pairs of eyes burning into your figure in the background away from the dance floor.

Unbeknownst to you, one of them meanders his way to the siren calling that exudes from your bewitching ambience, completely enamoured by you as you revel in the intoxicating abysmal with your head tilted up and an irresistible smile on your face cast by the resplendent LED across the dance floor.

Just when you are about to flaunt your moves, you feel a pair of hands holding your hips from behind, causing your heart to lurch in your chest at the uncanny familiarity of his callous palms, but you refuse to lose momentum, dancing along to the supposedly stranger behind you.

You feel his hot breath fanning the shell of your earlobe, tickling you, while his tattooed hand slithers forward to caress your abdomen sensually. “Nice moves, baby.” His husky voice is laden with desire as you leisurely lean back to grind your body against him, eliciting a low grunt from him with each intentional bump where your ass meets his bulge. “Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’ll have to drag you away and finish what you started.”

You slowly falter, but only to look over your shoulder to meet his eyes that darken with danger and lust, both coalescing into a raw, predacious hunger as you don’t relent from grinding back against his erection. His eyes greedily soak in the image of your erotic beauty under this luminescence.

In return, you beguile him with a simper smile. “You might want to control your erection, Mister Park. You wouldn't want these people to know that you’re shamelessly getting a hard-on from the renowned Catholic girl, would you now?” You ask in a sultry whisper, your tantalising touch on his skin as you caress his chiselled cheekbone ignites something so primal in him.

Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system that influences your every action, but you feel oddly pleased by the obvious lack of restraint in the low rumble from him while the tenacity in his hold on your body hinders you from your next move of eluding him, which now brings discontent to you.

You huff in annoyance after your second failed attempt to escape his grasp. “Jay─”

“Don’t delude yourself, sweet angel. You? The Catholic girl?” Jay chuckles darkly while your eyes widen in panic when his fingers tantalisingly caress down your sternum and all the way until he cups your clothed mount, eliciting a startled gasp from you. “The only Catholic thing about you is worshipping my cock with your every hole, like the good girl you are for me.”

Feeling self-conscious of your surroundings, you take a quick glance just to notice these partygoers are either completely drunk or simply minding their business to pay attention to you. Still, the risk of a pair of eyes seeing you and Jay right now is high, causing your mind to erupt into panic and chaos as you struggle languidly against him.

“Jay, they might see us─” A soft gasp leaves your lips when Jay squeezes your mount. His fingers explicitly apply pressure to your throbbing clit, eliciting a breathy moan from you before you can even stop yourself.

Jay scoffs lowly beside your ear, intentionally pressing his fingers to your clit again, this time in a subtle massaging motion, igniting the unbearable heat in your core. “It looks like I’m not the only one getting turned on, and you call yourself the Catholic girl?”

With the alcohol in its course through your system, which melds with an avid libido, it is inevitable for the stimulation of your arousal to become tenfold as it intensifies in your core by his mere ministration. “Jay.” You breathe out his name in between straining moans as you lean your head back on his shoulder, gasping. “Jay─We can’t─please─”

“Look at you, my sweet angel, or rather, my sweet little devil. You’re already falling apart just with my fingers.” Jay purrs in your ear, nipping the shell of your earlobe sensually before he roughly seizes your chin to control you as he directs your attention to the front view. “It looks like someone else wants to get their hands on you too.”

In an instant, your eyes lock with a pair of familiar ones from afar, but the sheer intensity forms an impalpable connection between you and him. A gasp hitches in your throat as you see the way he rakes all over your body, feeling as though he is shredding the fabric pieces that cover your womanhood just by his dark, invasive eyes.

“What do you think, baby? Should I tell Heeseung to come over and let him touch you like I do now as you come undone here?” Jay’s voice continues to drip with mockery while his fingers don’t relent from the ministrations on your clit. Jay catches Heeseung’s eyes fleetingly, and it’s enough for the latter to understand his unspoken invitation, drawing a smirk on Jay’s lips. “Yeah, I should.”

It is rather baffling to you, unable to discern whether or not the adrenaline rush in your veins has been incited by the unbridled lust in you or just plain trepidation that impels you to break free from Jay’s unyielding hold.

You don’t know what boosts your confidence in evading him, but you fail to heed in the direction you intended, because the next thing you know, your forehead collides into a solid chest, prompting you to look up at him with your eyes widened. 

“Heeseung.” You stammer, instinctively backing away from him. His figure is imposing as he relentlessly advances forward, while the predatorial glinting in his eyes, which is illuminated by the lighting around you, sends shivers down your spine. “Seungie, wait─”

“Oh, I’ve waited long enough.” Heeseung’s mellow voice is a deception you recognise that aligns with the soft smirk unfurling on his lips, which is adorned with the familiar silver ring. “If you thought last night was enough for me, then you’re mistaken. I’m never going to get enough of you, beloved.”

Your mind is in a tumult when Jay reigns dominance over you, his chest pressing against your back while his hands seize control over yours. You shudder as his hot breath tickles your skin when he dips his head down next to your ear. “How dare you leave me high and dry just like that, baby?”

Your head throbs with the booming music and the close proximity of being nearly sandwiched between two hot men who are the only ones who can intoxicate you in unfathomable ways, be it with their scent, their touch, their lips, or just everything about them.

“Come on, sweetheart. Dance with us. Show us your moves like you did earlier, pretty girl.” Heeseung places his hands on your hips, coercing them to sway under his scorching touch, and soon enough, you begin to retain the momentum that has long since felt natural in the flow of your body.

On the other hand, Jay distracts you with his lips kissing your shoulder and his hand guiding yours to raise them, which your fingers instinctively rake through his raven locks. “Jay.” You sigh pleasurably as he trails wet kisses across your shoulder until he reaches your neck, but you remain gazing at Heeseung’s dark eyes with hooded lids.

“Fuck, you sound so perfect saying my name like that.” Jay rasps against your skin before resuming his assault on the side of your neck while multitasking in the way he moves to the rhythm in sync with your body. 

Leaning back as you go lax between them, the way your back is arched entices Heeseung to lean down and press a kiss on your sternum before lowering himself to dip his tongue in the hollow of your cleavage to lick a long stripe of your skin and over to the supple of your nearly exposed breast.

“Hee, Jay.” Your moan goes straight to their cocks beneath the slacks. Your other hand makes its ascent to Heeseung’s hair, tugging at it softly. Before you fall deeper into this intoxication, you become self-conscious as you suddenly remember that you are still out in the open. “The others will see us like this.” 

“They wouldn’t.” Jay murmurs, nipping at your shoulder, which has you gasping at the prickling pain from his teeth.

You whimper. “But─”

“They wouldn’t dare to, even if they wanted.” Heeseung nearly growls out, the vibration from his lips to your skin, as does his lust-laden voice, sends pleasurable shivers through your body.

Miraculously, the partygoers in your vicinity are still oblivious to your licentious engagement with them, too caught up in the frenetic dancing while others are brazenly making out with their hands all over each other.

“Relax, baby.” Jay soothes you, his fingers stroking your inner thigh are dangerously close to your mount. “Let us take care of you. Let us make you feel good.”

Heeseung seizes your chin to tilt your head up before he leans down to assault the side of your neck with his kisses, while Jay dominates the other side with his. The sensation of their lips and teeth grazing on your skin has you rolling your eyes to the back while their hands are running all over your body, euphoria pulsating through your body in an indescribable pleasure. 

Truly, you wish this euphoric moment to last for an eternity, but a disruption from one of the knights interrupts your lascivious engagement, much to your disappointment.

Heeseung presses one last wet kiss on the hollow of your throat before pulling away just slightly and looking over his shoulder while his arm never leaves your waist. “What?” Heeseung’s low growl as he directs his attention to the knight goes straight to your throbbing yet neglected cunt. “Can’t you see that I’m fucking busy with my woman?”

The knight, whom you don’t seem to remember his name due to your hazy mind from what happened moments before this, is nearly deflated by Heeseung’s overpowering austerity before he regains composure. “A brawl broke out at the third-second yacht. It’s getting bloody nasty.”

“Tell Sunghoon or Jake to handle it, and if my knights are competent enough, surely they can handle the situation without needing any of our assistance.” Heeseung’s voice is laced with a vehemence of frustration, and instinctively, your fingers resume massaging his scalp and tugging the strands softly, which seems to be working as his taut shoulders go relaxed.

The knight releases a sigh. “We couldn’t find Sunghoon anywhere, and Jake is currently helping out the others to stop the brawl, but he needs some extra hands.”

Heeseung clicks his tongue in annoyance, slowly releasing his arm from you, whereas you frown at the loss of his touch and body heat as he steps away from you. His full attention is on the knight instead. “Lead the fucking way, then.”

You watch as Heeseung walks away until his figure is obscured by the throng of people ahead of you. Jay’s touch on your hips draws your attention to him as he kisses your shoulder affectionately. “I’m here, baby. I’ll entertain you instead.”

It is as if something has flipped the button in your head, or maybe a part of you desires to play hard to get, especially when you are supposed to be mad at him, though your anger has been subdued by the prior addictive kisses from his lips on your skin, because your next move throws him off guard as you break free from his grasp once more.

You turn around to face him, your facade is a deceptive front, while beneath it is someone who is shaken up by the glinting danger in his dark eyes. “Angel, what do you think you’re doing?” Jay asks lowly, taking a step closer, but you take a huge step back.

“I’m still mad at you.” You tell him, folding your arms together and positioning them underneath your hanging breasts. “You didn’t think I had forgotten that you were also involved in taking those unconsented pictures of me, did you?” 

Jay seems frustrated with the distance you established. “Baby─”

You cut him off with a scoff, your eyes turn icy cold, or at least you try to deceive him with your outward appearance that doesn’t match the emotions dancing in you. “Forget it. I hope you’re happy and satisfied when you jerk off to them.”

Before Jay can reach out to grab you, you elude him by bolting your way in the other direction, pushing past the sweaty bodies in motion. Truth be told, you are not as mad at him as the other night, not anymore, but it is rather amusing to see him taken aback by your turnover attitude.

As soon as you nearly reach the stairs, which lead to the basement where deluxe rooms are situated, you look over your shoulder briefly just in time to spot Jay brushing past a couple before his eyes meet yours, obviously chasing after you.

You quickly descend the stairs, and all the while, you can’t help it with the wickedness in you that revels in the chase as a soft smirk adorns your lips. Adrenaline rushes through you upon hearing his thunderous footsteps from behind, spurring you to pick up the pace as you bite down your lip, enjoying this more than you should.

Just as you turn to the right corner, your forehead collides into a solid chest, eliciting a wince from you at the impact. When you look up, your eyes widen at the sight of a frowning Sunghoon as he stares down at you with fleeting confusion.

“Princess? What are you─” Sunghoon’s words trail off into oblivion when he looks past you, noticing his best friend with intense frustration written across his features as he storms towards you.

“Don’t let her escape and bring her into my room.” Jay instructs his best friend with a cold snarl, eliciting a tiny squeak from you just as he is nearing you before you bolt past Sunghoon.

Of course, you should know better than to underestimate Sunghoon and his agility, because in a blink of an eye, you feel a harsh tug at your wrist before he pulls you back roughly to him only for him to manoeuvre you, now finding yourself being carried over his shoulder.

“Sunghoon! Put me down!” You exclaim, kicking and swinging your legs in defiance, which only earns you a smack on your ass as it stings from the impact of his palm while a whiplash of deja vu hits you in the face, but driven by unabating adrenaline, you feel a strong inclination to push them to the limits of their patience. 

“Stop squirming or you’ll fall, damn it!” Sunghoon grits his teeth, firmly stabilising his arm that cages around your still-wiggling legs.

Frankly, Sunghoon has absolutely no idea what situation led you to be seemingly eluding Jay after you bumped into him, but when he spotted a familiar shadow over Jay’s dour countenance, Sunghoon had an inkling that you did something to infuriate Jay, never mind the fact that he saw the dark arousal in Jay’s eyes and the latter’s prominent bulge against the outline of his slacks.

“I won’t unless you stop carrying me like I'm some doll!” You bite back, and your aggressive retaliation takes them by surprise before it adds more fuel to their indignation that incites them to discipline you.

Just like his best friend trailing behind him, Sunghoon lacks the virtue of patience, and so he delivers another smack on your ass while the sound resonates throughout the desolate corridor. “Stop acting like a fucking brat, princess.”

“Fuck you.” The profanity shooting like bullets from your unbridled mouth hits them in the face, whereas you feel proud of yourself as the corners of your lips curve in a smug smile.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Sunghoon asks in an unrestrained growl as his arms tighten around you while his inner demons that have been laying dormant in him are roused awake, borderline ravenous.

Of course, you refuse to yield despite your sensibility that is strenuously abstaining you from revelling in great delight at pushing their buttons, and so you raise your head to meet Jay’s stormy eyes instead, mustering a cunning smile on your lips.

“Fuck you.”

Oh, Y/N Kang, you’re done for.

Sunghoon comes to an abrupt stop that causes you to hit your face into his buttocks. Using your core strength, you slowly lift yourself with your head turned to the side, just enough to see Sunghoon pushing the door open violently before he marches inside.

You only manage to take a glimpse of the deluxe suite before you are caught off guard for a split second when Sunghoon tosses you on the bed, eliciting a grunt from you at the impact as you land face-planted on the white fleecy bedding.

Despite the trepidation that should have impelled you to flee them, which mingles with your adrenaline rushing through your veins unremittingly, the newfound depravity influences you to continue your provocation as you release giggles.

You feel callous hands manoeuvring your inert body, now finding yourself facing the ceiling with your back on the mattress. Merriment bubbles in your chest that prompt the uncontrollable giggles from you while you more than admit that you feel delirious.

“Look at me.” Sunghoon grabs your jaw with a hint of roughness as he forces you to look at him, his steely eyes penetrating into yours, but in the vehemence of your defiance, you whine, moving your head to escape the danger of his callous touch.

“I said, fucking looking at me.” Sunghoon commands with a cold snarl, and this time, he manages to earn your obedience when you relent, your eyes returning to his ablaze. “Are you drunk?”

No matter how fuckable you look right now ─ with your hair spread out in tendrils across the bed, your twinkling eyes that stare right back at him with nearly blown-lust pupils, your plump glossy lips going parted, and the unmistakable bumps of your perky nipples under the fabric of your bikini ─ he doesn’t want to take you when you’re under the heavy influence of alcohol, even when his erected cock against the slacks is starting to hurt.

“No, I’m not, but maybe you are!” You giggle once more, unable to control yourself from patting his cheeks as you look at him with doe-eyes that go straight into his raging cock while your lips jut into a pout. “Is Park Sunghoon feeling angry because I said fuck you? Gosh, you’re pathetic! Both of you are!”

Despite the unceasing indignation in them, they can’t help but feel entertained by your temperament, seeing the new side of you that they had no idea of.

Leaving you to your indefinite tantrum momentarily, Sunghoon leans away from you to look at Jay, his firm eyes holding concern. “How much did she drink?”

“How the hell should I know?” Jay scoffs before returning his eyes to you and finding you loafing on the bed as you lazily turn your body around. A smirk touches his lips as he recalls your body grinding against his. “She’s tipsy, but conscious enough to know that she was purposely fucking around with me.”

“The hot one is right!” You blabber out, humming a tune with your upraised legs swinging back and forth as you face the window.

“Hot one?” Sunghoon raises his voice slightly in disbelief. “What about me?”

You look over your shoulder lazily, casting a glance at him with your eyes raking down his body. “You’re hot too, but both of you don’t deserve to fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon’s voice sounds deeper with a husk while his eyes darken with primal lust, moving closer to the bed while you remain in your reverie, blissfully unaware of the predatory danger creeping up on you. “Princess, you’re in no position to tell us what we don’t deserve when you’ve been nothing but a fucking brat.”

Sunghoon grabs you by your ankles as he puts a stop to your blissful swinging before he pulls you roughly towards him, forcing your legs to spread apart under his ravenous gaze as he looks down. You can barely comprehend anything when he delivers a harsh, stinging slap to your round, supple butt, eliciting a pained gasp from you.

“Where are the handcuffs?” You hear Sunghoon asking Jay, and instead of fear, the idea of cuffing your hands only intensifies your arousal, while at the same time, your cunt clenches in anticipation as you hear the sound of shuffling behind.

Still, you feign refusal, finding it rather thrilling, which only makes them want you more than they already do. “No! Stop! What are you doing?!” You exclaim, writhing and struggling helplessly with your arms being interlocked by Sunghoon from behind as he assists Jay while the latter slaps down the cuffs onto your wrists, shackling them.

Taking over Sunghoon’s position, Jay forces your legs to be lewdly apart, standing in between, before grabbing you by the cuffs and raising your upper body with ease. Your heart remains pounding hard against your chest, feeling his hot breath fanning on your temple.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this, as if you didn’t deliberately taunt me earlier.” Jay’s voice is dangerously low, igniting the excitement that flares behind your irises. “You really are a little devil under the disguise of a sweet angel, aren’t you? If you just wanted to get fucked, then you should’ve said so instead of acting like a brat.”

As soon as Jay releases you, you fall back down on the mattress, completely restrained as you struggle to move about, but a gasp leaves your lips when your bottom bikini is being pulled down. The cold temperature from the air conditioner hits your bare cunt, sending shivers through your body.

“Cold!” You whine before burying your face into the bedding as your neck feels strained, but there is not any ounce of mercy when Jay delivers a wet smack to your cunt as the pink folds are already smeared with your slick arousal before he slides his two fingers into you, starting off deliberately slow as he thrusts into you.

“Oh, fuck!” You moan out as soon as he changes the pace, scissoring you harder and faster with abandon while you arch your back with your stomach pressing deeper into the mattress and your legs spreading for more. The squelching sound from your cunt that reaches your ear is entirely obscene. Having fallen into the delirious haze of lust, you pant lightly in between moans as you attempt to fuck yourself back on his brutal fingers while your clit feels neglected, eliciting a needy whimper from you. “Jay, please─”

A loud smack of his palm on your butt resonates throughout the suite while the action causes your walls to clench around him, drawing a smirk from him as he eyes you down with primal hunger. “Gotta get you prepped for Sunghoon, baby, but look at you─ already so fucking wet and trying to fuck yourself back on me like a bunny in heat.”

“P-Please! Oh! Oh, please!” Tears prickle in your eyes at the frustration as your clit is in dire need of attention before a wanton moan rips from your throat at the sensation of his fingers now plunging deep and curling upwards, each thrust hitting your g-spot deliciously. “Fuck, Jay!”

“Yeahh, that’s your fucking spot, isn’t it?” Jay licks his lips as his eyes never leave the jiggling motion of your supple butt, enticing him to smack on them once more, painting them the shade of faint redness. “You’re not gonna cum, baby. Not until you get cock in you.”

“No! Please, no!” You sob out, not wanting your impending orgasm to be ripped off from you, as he doesn’t let up the vigorous thrusts of his fingers into your sopping cunt.

With your head slowly turned to the side, your glistening eyes meet Sunghoon’s dark ones before they trail down to his monstrous erection with the raging red tip pointed towards you, seeing as he is leisurely jerking off. “Hoonie…” A whimper leaves your lips, fearing and needing him.

Sunghoon merely casts you a smirk, his fang-like teeth peeking from his lips. “Just as he said. Don’t you dare cum before I fuck you.” He warns, examining the contortion of your angelic face as he knows you are close.

Helpless moans spill from your lips, with your wrists moving as they struggle against the cuffs. Your walls keep clenching around his vigorous fingers as he drives you closer and closer. “Fuck, Jay! Please! I’m so close─” Just when you are about to plead, Jay does the infuriating move as he abruptly withdraws from you, his slick fingers coating with your arousal while you cry out, feeling empty. “You’re so cruel.”

You flinch when Jay smacks your reddened ass once more before squeezing the flesh, his nails leaving temporary indents as they sink into your skin. “Oh, baby, you haven’t even seen cruel.”

You feel his hands manoeuvre you again to shift your position, turning you around to face the ceiling, with the exception of your cuffed hands being pressed into the mattress by the weight of your body and your head nearly hanging by the edge of the bed.

“Where the hell were you, anyway?” You hear Jay inquire to Sunghoon, cutting through the stifling atmosphere while you continue to writhe helplessly, turning side-to-side as you desperately seek to alleviate the aching pain on your clit to finish off what Jay didn’t.

“I was looking for my phone, and I remember that I left it unlocked.” Sunghoon replies, but amidst your incessant arousal, you manage to discern the harrowing in his tone, which is caused by his missing phone, for some reason. “Fuck, I swear I had it placed on the vanity table in my suite.”

“We’ll deal with your missing phone later.” Jay tells him sternly with a sense of assurance while you are oblivious to their calculated coordination as you remain reeling from the loss of your stolen orgasm before Jay appears in your line of sight, albeit you are seeing him from the inverted point of view.

You gasp softly as you marvel at the sight of his erection that looks similar to Sunghoon, your mouth foaming in anticipation. Upon seeing the thirst in your eyes, Jay smirks down at you as he finally towers over you. “Right now, our angel is hungry for cock. Aren’t you, baby?”

Oh, you are more than hungry; you are practically ravenous. You need them to fill your holes in the most filthy, intoxicating way unimaginable. “Fuck me, please.” Any decorum in you is thrown into the whirlwind of emotions that heighten your libido, which pleases them as you are truly and unequivocally corrupted.

A breathy moan leaves your lips as soon as you feel the weight of Sunghoon’s cock slapping down on your folds before he grabs his shaft to aim at your clit and taps on it repeatedly, as the deliberate action only enhances your sensitivity.

“Gonna put that filthy mouth of yours to use, my sweet little devil. Baptise your mouth with my cock.” Jay snarls at you as he brings his cock closer to your face, only for him to tantalisingly smack the head on your cheek lightly.

“Please! Use me!” Your hips continue to buck up while your mouth is parted open with pleas, leaving them at the agonising foreplay of both men. “I’ll do anything! Just please fuck me─”

At once, you are swiftly silenced by the simultaneous intrusion from their cocks, one shoving his girth into your mouth while the other rams his into your quivering cunt, lodging deep in you.

“Use you, hmm? As expected from a cockslut like you.” Sunghoon chuckles darkly, his eyes holding familiar devilry as he watches how docile you are, taking the whole of Jay’s girth as he thrusts into your mouth. 

Jay throws his head to the back as he holds you by the sides of your neck for leverage, but set in tandem with the way Sunghoon thrusts into you, moaning deeply at the sensation of your sopping cavern and the way your tongue skillfully manipulates around the head of his cock as it intensifies the sensitivity.

The erotic display of seeing his best friend in pure gratification as he fucks into your mouth ignites something so carnal in Sunghoon that stems from his inner ravenous demons, propelling him to lodge deeper with each brutal thrust he delivers with his hips bruising yours unforgivingly, causing your whole body to shake while your bikini is dangerously teetering into exposing the entirety of your breasts.

Despite having been used by them for uncountable amounts of times than you can recall, your walls feel miraculously tight as they clamp around Sunghoon’s thick girth, vacuuming him deliciously and eliciting a guttural moan from him.

“Fucked you too many times, and yet you’re still so tight.” Sunghoon groans, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he manipulates them into an angle that grants the head to meet the spongy spot in you, eliciting a gurgling noise from the back of your throat while the sensation of Jay’s unrelenting thrusts causes you to gag around him with drools dribbling from the corners of your lips.

Jay clenches his jaw, feeling the vibration from your throat to his cock as you moan before he looks at Sunghoon. “I don’t know what you did, but keep fucking her like that.” Jay demands, earning him an approving smirk from Sunghoon before the latter fucks his cock into you harder in the previous angle yet with a searing precision, and this time, a muffled scream has been shoved down into your throat.

Jay diverts his attention to your beautiful body, which is sinfully pliant with your cuffed hands behind your back and your legs spread out and accentuated in the perfect arch of your back. He withdraws slightly from your mouth before immediately plunging into you deeply, and this time, becoming enthralled upon seeing the prominent bulge of his cock on your throat while you nearly see your life flashing in your eyes as Jay lodges deep into your throat, restricting the airways to your lungs.

“Oh, fuck. You’re going to make me cum, princess.” Sunghoon announces, gritting his teeth as your cunt pulsates around him, hurling him to the edge. Just like that, his orgasm comes in tidal waves with his hips snapping against yours, going completely still, allowing your cunt to milk every drop of his cum. “That’s it. Milk my cock just like that, princess. Brats like you need to be filled to the brim with our cum.”

Your whine manages to escape your stuffed mouth, which Sunghoon immediately understands, as evident in the way you keep moving your hips sensually as you attempt to fuck yourself onto his cock, wanting to attain your own orgasm.

“I’m close, baby girl.” Jay says huskily in between bated breaths while he watches his best friend spit a glob of saliva as it drops directly on your clit before the latter uses his fingers to spread his saliva around your clit, and he sees the effect of the ministration on your quivering abdomen.

“Don’t worry, princess. We’re far from over.” Sunghoon chuckles darkly as he hears your muffled whine and moans again at the mind-blowing sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit that work in tandem with his recommencing thrusts. “Gonna make you squirt good, my slutty princess.”

“Hoon, look.” Jay groans, gesturing to Sunghoon towards the prominent bulge in your throat each time he delivers shallow thrusts. “Fuck. Her mouth and throat work like fucking magic. Taking me good like the perfect slutty angel she is for us.”

Without letting up the fervent ministration on your bundles of nerves that are set ablaze, Sunghoon leans down as he hovers over your docile figure to place a deep, sensual kiss directly on your throat, his tongue licking a long stripe across your bulging throat, to which Jay swears he can feel Sunghoon’s tongue pressing deep in contact with his cock.

“I’m going to cum.” Jay releases a low guttural moan before he goes still as he lodges his cock deep into your throat, spilling the warm spurt into you as you are forced to swallow. “Yeah, baby. Swallow all of it.”

You try your utmost to breathe through your nose and not go insane over the overwhelming pleasure of Sunghoon’s cock fucking into you and his fingers working their magic on your clit while he continues to assault your neck with his wet, sensual kiss and licks, his fangs occasionally grazing across your skin that shudders you.

When Jay slowly withdraws his cock from you, you release a loud gasp as you immediately attempt to regulate your erratic breathing, licking your lips that are smeared with the excess of his cum. The feeling of Sunghoon’s cock hitting your cervix elicits a loud moan from you, your eyes rolling to the back as he relentlessly hits that fucking spot.

“Hoonie! Fuck!” You cry out, deepening the arch of your back as he rubs your clit fast and hard, which causes your cunt to clench around him. You nearly choke out when he curls his fingers around your neck, applying enough pressure to remind you that he will always reign control over your body.

“Oh my god!” You roll your eyes to the back, struggling to breathe as he tightens his fingers around your neck while you feel your impending orgasm teetering, and you’re so close, but this time, you feel something so familiar yet it is overpowering, blinding your senses as white-hot pleasure sizzles through you.

Sunghoon smirks, licking his lips while his eyes remain trained on your sinful yet beautiful face, mesmerised at the pure ecstasy contorting. “Come on, princess. Fucking give it to me.” He commands harshly, pressing his moving thumb deeply onto your clit and setting the nerves aflame. “Make a mess on my cock. Squirt for me.”

And you do, your mouth open in a silent scream and your eyes rolling to your skull with your back arched as white fluid gushes out from your cunt while he doesn’t let up his slow, deliberate thrusts, his eyes darkening as he revels in the way you continue to bathe him with your sweet essence. Your body is convulsing uncontrollably while your abdomen quivers at the blissful onslaught raining down on you.

Even as you come down from your high, the atmosphere in the room remains thickening with sweat, lust, and dominance emanating from both males that sends you a wave of submission, more than ready for them to take you again.

You whimper at the loss of Sunghoon’s cock unsheathing from you, causing your cunt to pulsate at the emptiness, with your mixed cum slowly leaking down. “Hoonie.”

Just as you are about to plead with him to free you from the handcuffs, he leans down and claims your lips in a ravenous kiss, his fingers curling around your neck and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, tasting the residue of Jay’s cum on your tongue before he engages with you in a wanton kiss, tongues dancing in an intimate tango with your saliva smearing the outlines of your lips.

“Please. It hurts.” You pant against his lips, your cuffed wrists starting to feel the discomfort from having to be pressed down by your weight into the mattress. Sunghoon merely ignores your plea, focusing on your addictive lips and caging the bottom lip between his teeth, only to tug it harshly before reinserting his tongue into your mouth.

“Don’t think that I’ve forgotten how you left me that night, princess. Left us.” Sunghoon growls against your lips, sending shivers down your back in the way his penetrating eyes into yours darken with a melding of lust and danger.

Needing a short break, Jay inhales the familiar flavoured vapour from the e-cigarette in his grasp, watching as the grey smoke wafts in the air towards you while Sunghoon continues to speak harshly into your panting mouth, “Four fucking days without you, and you thought it was a good idea to leave us like that? Ignoring our calls and texts─ fuck─ You just love to push our buttons, don’t you?”

“H-Hoonie.” You gasp with your hooded eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the pernicious pressure he applies to your neck.

Seeing your lips parting open, Sunghoon spits into your mouth while the taste of his saliva sliding on your tongue elicits a strangled moan from you, prompting him to loosen his grip. “Swallow.” You do as he says, your throat bobbing as you swallow down his thick saliva with a moan.

“Please uncuff me.” You finally manage to utter after losing your voice for a moment, pleading in a whimper as you subtly squirm underneath Sunghoon. “It hurts.”

Sunghoon leans away from you, his eyes trailing to his best friend with a smirk etching his countenance. “What do you think? Should we uncuff her?”

Jay shifts his gaze as he saunters towards you, his cock nearly springing into action in the way your doe-glistening eyes are staring at him while you remain bondaged, still lewdly spread out on the bed like dessert.

“I don’t know. Should we?” Jay sighs leisurely as he brushes your hair away from your sticky face, his fingers trailing down to cup your jaw roughly, forcing you to look into his steely eyes. “Are you going to leave us again?”

You immediately shake your head, your thighs squirming and pressing together in an attempt to repress your incessant stirring arousal. Jay tightens his lock on your jaw. “Are you going to act like a brat again?”

“No! I promise I’ll be good!” Your obedience seems to please them, and before you know it, Jay turns your body sideways to assist Sunghoon in uncuffing your now-reddened wrists, finally releasing you.

You wince, rubbing your sore wrists before Jay seizes them as he hovers over you, your wrists now being shackled by his firm grasp and placed above your head. You open your mouth to protest, but his lips capture yours in a deep, searing kiss, similar to how Sunghoon kisses you, yet there is a fervent longing in the way Jay’s lips move against yours with a sense of urgency.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, baby.” He rasps against your lips, lowering his body weight on yours to grind his bare cock on you while you whine into the kiss, reciprocating as you rut up your cunt back on him with the head of his cock hitting your nub. “Don’t torture us like that again. Don’t leave, or I’ll─” 

Jay pauses, his voice sounding strained at the sensation of your drenched folds stimulating his cock, before he recovers with a growl as he kisses you searingly, his sharp teeth now sinking into the plumpness of your bottom lip, which elicits a pained gasp from you as he manages to wound your lip and draw out blood.

“Jay.” You moan out in both pain and pleasure as he sucks your throbbing lip, tasting you before he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste your metallic blood that only seems to turn you on further.

“Just don’t leave again, or I’ll go insane for real.” Jay says, pulling away from your swollen lips and releasing his grip on your wrists. In a blink of an eye, Jay’s arms engulf your body to raise you, having you settled on his lap for him to untie your bikini that covers your two perky mounts expertly before tossing aside.

You gasp softly as Jay earnestly exerts his territorial mark on your skin, prompting you to arch your neck to give him better access with his arm encasing your waist while the other grips your hair. “Even if you leave again, I’ll find you, and I’ll chase you till the end.” He murmurs against your skin, and you can discern the dark promises in his tone alone before he resumes, hurling you into a new bliss.

The way Jay is bruising your neck with his teeth and licking the fresh hickey on your skin sends a pleasurable sensation through your body, prompting you to roll your hips as your cunt slides back and forth on his cock with your head tilted up, eyes fluttering closed, and your fingers tugging his hair with your arms embracing him.

Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon is eyeing Jay with vile jealousy, which he can’t help but feel, seeing how the raw intimacy is enveloping both of you with an air of reverence. Being spurred by the maddening jealousy, Sunghoon storms over to the bed, your back facing him, whereas Jay has long sensed his imminent presence that is oozing with a melding of jealousy and predatory.

Without pulling his lips away from your shoulder, Jay looks up at Sunghoon with a devious smirk. “It looks like someone is jealous, baby girl.” Jay drawls out, now leaning away from you for Sunghoon to seize control over you as he grips your hair and pulls it to the back, eliciting a gasp from you with your neck straining.

“Have you forgotten about me, princess?” Sunghoon asks lowly with a sneer, finding great delight in the way your glistening eyes are staring into his eyes with palpable fear and lust as you hesitantly shake your head, but he merely scoffs. “Oh, yeah, you did. How dare you, princess? After I’ve satisfied you with my cock, Where’s your gratitude, hm?”

“T-Thank you.” You stammer, feeling lightheaded at the stimulation on your nub from Jay’s fingers as the male multitasks in giving equal attention to your hardened nipples, licking and kissing them wetly. 

You whimper just as Sunghoon tightens his grip on your hair, causing your scalp to burn. You look at him tearfully as he smirks down at you, the cruelty gleaming delightfully in his eyes. “For?”

“For fucking me good.” You ramble out, unable to handle the sensitivity of having your clit and nipple assaulted by Jay any longer.

“Because you’re just a hungry cockslut who needs to be stuffed full, isn’t that right, princess?” Sunghoon tuts in disapproval upon hearing no response from you, with the exception of your light pants and breathy moans. He pulls your head to the back again, and this time, you meet his dark eyes upside down. “I asked, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” You nod your head frantically, your chest heaving with pleasure as Jay busily maps his kisses across the expanse of your chest, biting and bruising your skin just the same. “Please fuck me again.”

Sunghoon decides to show you some clemency as he finally releases you before looking at Jay. “Princess wants to get fucked again.” He tuts.

Jay releases your nipple with a wet ‘pop’, his dark eyes soaking in the image of your sultry countenance as you unrelentingly grind against him. “Oh, I heard that, alright. Our sweet little devil is just hungry for cock.”

“Please, Jay.” Naturally, you assume that Jay will be the one to take you first since Sunghoon fucked you earlier, but the words coming out of his mouth shake you.

“Can you handle both of us, baby?” Jay smirks, his lips remaining ghosting over your parted lips as you softly whine in protest and shake your head out of fear before moaning as he continues to rub patterns on your sensitive clit with skillful precision. “Yeah? You want us? You want our cocks to fill you up good, baby?”

“Of course, she can handle us.” Sunghoon chuckles, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. “Lay down with her. I’m going to fuck her ass good.”

“What?” You blurt out, your eyes widening in panic, but you barely manage to make a movement when Jay embraces you to pull you down with him, having you settled on top of him with your tits pressing into his chest. “Wait! It won’t fit─”

“I will make it fit.” Sunghoon cuts you off with a growl. His austerity is punctuated by the impact of his palm smacking down on your ass before you feel his fingers dragging across your drenched folds to collect the slickness of your cum to serve as a lubricant as he smears it on his cock. “You’re going to take my cock either way, princess. Your unused hole needs to be ruined just the same as your sweet cunt.”

Sunghoon provides his assistance to Jay as he lifts your hips for the latter to aim his cock into your awaiting cunt before forcefully sinking you down on him. A broken moan leaves your lips as you feel the sheer girth of Jay’s cock stretching you painfully, but the pain immediately morphs into pleasure as Jay begins to deliver slow yet shallow thrusts into you while his arms slither around your body.

Upon seeing the pleasure on your face, Jay catches Sunghoon’s eyes and gives the latter an affirmative nod. Just as you are about to get sinfully immersive once more, your eyes snap open with a fearful gasp emitted from you when you feel Sunghoon spreading your ass cheek and dragging the head of his cock along the crack.

Feeling your pounding heart against his chest, Jay caresses your lower back in an attempt to soothe you without letting up his thrusts. “Relax, baby girl. It’s only going to hurt more if you continue to tense up.” He says so sternly, but there is a tinge of softness that makes your heart swell.

Just as you attempt to loosen yourself, Sunghoon immediately slides his cock into your gaping hole, tearing a broken gasp from you at the blistering sensation as he unrelentingly buries himself deeper. The pain is unlike any other, emitting tears from your eyes that trickle down your cheeks, but amidst the pain as Sunghoon continues to bully his way into you, the pleasure from your cunt that is being stuffed full by Jay’s cock manages to distract you.

“M-More.” You whisper brokenly, moaning, when Sunghoon begins to thrust into you as your hole has accommodated his girth. “Please, fuck me more.” You sob out. It is as though you are drunk; your head is caught up in a lascivious haze as the pain has completely morphed into an intense pleasure.

“Greedy fucking slut. Just one cock is never going to be enough for you.” Sunghoon grunts, his hips snapping against yours from the back harshly with each thrust as he works in tandem with Jay. The stimulation from both cocks filling your holes makes you lightheaded. “We’re going to stuff you like this every time you act up like a fucking brat.”

Jay groans as he throws his head to the back, feeling the way your cunt clench around him as soon as Sunghoon says that. A smirk tugs at his lips. “Our little devil loves getting fucked by two cocks at once, doesn’t she?”

“Then you better get used to this, princess.” Sunghoon grunts, biting down your shoulder as he rams his cock into your hole with fervour, feeling his impending orgasm teetering by the edge. “Shit─ You feel so fucking good─ I’m close.” He lets out a low guttural moan, using your body for his own pleasure as he ploughs from behind, which has you sinking deeper into Jay’s cock.

Sunghoon grabs you by the hair, forming it into a makeshift ponytail, before raising your upper body just slightly for Jay to shove two fingers into your panting mouth, pushing further until your moans are mingled with choked sobs, tears trickling down your cheeks at the painful pleasure.

“Keep squeezing me like that, baby.” Jay pants, his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as he feels the climax while he admires how intoxicated you are caught up in the throes of your pleasure and how deep you have fallen in this abysmal.

With one last earth-shattering thrust into your abused holes, their arrival is punctuated in the way they bury their cocks to the hilt as they go completely stilled, filling you to the brim with their cum at the same time your cunt spasms around Jay as you cum profusely.

Basking in the afterglow of your frenzied encounter, a heavy silence envelopes the suite, with only the sound of ragged breathings emitting from the three of you as you lay on each other, bodies sticking with sweat, yet you feel an odd sense of comfort as you find familiar solace with them.

As your eyes flutter close, you feel Sunghoon pressing his lips on your shoulder before he eventually pulls out his cock from your gaping hole, eliciting a whimper from you while you continue to lay on top of Jay.

“Come on, princess.” Sunghoon murmurs, assisting Jay in lifting you from him, while you moan weakly at the sensation of Jay’s cock being dragged along your pulsating walls as he finally withdraws from you. “Don’t lose yourself to sleep now.”

A familiar sense of arousal reigns when Sunghoon leans down to kiss your perky nipples before slotting his lips over yours to kiss you deeply. “The night is far from over for you.” Sunghoon smirks against your lips before the loss of his warmth elicits a whine from you, but the weight pulling down your eyelids tempts you to fall into the realm of sleep as the exertion of the aftermath dawns on you.

You don’t bother to question the sound of shuffles and the door swinging open, only wanting to succumb to the darkness, but just as you nearly allow the darkness to engulf you wholly, a spark of fire ignites in your core as soon as warm, plump lips press into yours, kissing you with a sense of urgency with his hands roaming around your body.

“Did you have fun with them, lovely?” His voice as he rasps against your lips causes your eyes to flutter open, meeting Jake’s warm brown eyes that are darkening with primal lust as he gazes deeply into your eyes.

“Jaeyun.” You utter his name softly as you caress his cheek, only for him to grab your hand to plant a kiss on your palm while his sultry eyes never leave yours. When your eyes trail to his hand, you frown at the sight of his bruised knuckles that are smeared with dried scarlet. “What happened?”

Instead of Jake answering you, another familiar voice compels you to look to the side, only to see Heeseung towering over the bed next to Jake, his dark eyes drinking in your beautiful glory being displayed on the bed and ready to be ruined once more.

“He’s fine, beloved. Nothing too serious happened. I helped him out to stop a brawl.” Heeseung sees you opening your mouth, earning you a tut from him. “No more talking about anything other than us pleasuring you, sweetheart.”

“What?” You breathe out, shaking your head in refusal as Jake lowers himself before pulling you by the legs until he is levelled with your wholly drenched and cum-smeared pussy. You don’t have the opportunity to further protest when Jake attaches his lips to your clit, tearing out a moan from you as he licks and sucks the nub expertly.

“Don’t worry, my beloved. We’re going to make you feel so good. Even better than they did.” Heeseung whispers as he settles next to you, his lips unfurling a soft smirk upon seeing the blissful contortion on your face as Jake works his magic on your cunt, with his tongue now slithering into your cunt.

“Jaeyun! Oh my god!” You throw your head to the back as you feel his tongue delve deeper with purpose, your fingers haphazardly finding their way to tug at Jake’s hair to rock your hips against his face. A pleasurable jolting sensation runs through you as Heeseung pinches your nipple and leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

Panting against Heeseung’s mouth, he greedily swallows every sound emitting from you, his tongue exploring every inch and dancing with yours obscenely wet while his fingers continue to tweak and pinch your sensitive nipples. Below you, Jake is practically munching on your wholly drenched pussy from the residue of his saliva, moaning against your folds at the taste of your cum that mixed with his best friends.

Your thighs are already threatening to close from the sensitivity as Jake ravages you with his nose rubbing your clit, reigniting the bundle of nerves, before he forces your legs to be lewdly spread apart by the firmness of his hands while you run your fingers through Heeseung’s tousled locks as he devours your swollen lips.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” Heeseung murmurs before pulling away from your chasing lips to look at Jake. “Jake, stop. I’m going to fuck her first.”

Your eyes twinkle with curious amazement, watching Jake heed obedience to Heeseung’s command as he detaches his lips from yours. His lustrous nose and lips are smeared with your slick arousal while his dark, ravenous eyes meet yours, bringing a smirk to his pink lips before he grabs you by the arm and pulls you away from the bed.

Standing on your feet, you can feel your knees nearly buckle underneath you before Jake stabilises you, his arms embracing your waist while his lips search for yours and he greedily kisses you with a palpable hunger, momentarily distracting you as you melt against him.

“Jake.” You hear Heeseung’s voice from behind, and instantly, Jake slowly backs you up without breaking the lip lock, his hands falling to your hips to guide you before pulling away from the kiss. Just as you whine, you feel hands on your waist from behind you, pulling you down on him. “Come here, pretty girl. You’re going to ride my cock.”

“W-Wait─” A strangled gasp leaves your lips as soon as you sink on to his cock with saturating ease, while a familiar fear strikes you as you recall the last time he fucked you when you thought his long shaft would destroy you from the inside.

Heeseung groans lowly, feeling the warmth of your inviting walls hugging his cock tightly as though they had missed him. “How am I supposed to fuck you when your cunt is sucking me like this, pretty?” He grits his teeth, his hands on your hips, guiding you firmly to ride him before you finally pick up the momentum.

Each movement sends shockwaves through your body, making you feel your cock so deep that you swear you can feel your tummy bulging. “That’s it, pretty baby. Oh, you’re riding me so fucking good.” Heeseung’s voice is husky with primal desire as he rasps against your sheeny skin before sensually kissing your shoulder.

The hypnotising obscenity of you riding and bouncing on his best friend’s cock with your faces contorting in the same ecstasy compels Jake to gravitate towards you, kneeling down with his dark eyes fixated on his best friend’s cock disappearing into your sopping cunt.

Without a word, Jake latches his lips on your engorging clit, sending a jolting pleasure through your body as he licks the bundle of nerves uninhibitedly, accompanied by the occasional suction with his plush lips wrapping around the nub.

“Oh! Jaeyun!” You moan out, your hand trying to grip Jake’s hair, but Heeseung grabs a hold of your arms and locks them behind you while he doesn’t relent from bucking his hips up as he delivers shallow thrusts into you.

Getting drunk on your pussy and your essence that slowly leaks down on Heeseung’s girth, Jake decides to push his limits, his tongue searching and moving deeper to your cunt until he touches the solid girth of his best friend’s cock.

“Fucking hell, Jake.” Heeseung groans at the delicious sensation of Jake’s tongue dragging along your folds until he hits the base of his cock. “Look at you both, being such sluts.” His voice is laden with lust as he looks over your shoulder briefly. 

Both you and Jake moan in response, the degradation goes straight into the unbearable heat pooling in your core. It isn’t long before your cunt clenches uncontrollably around Heeseung as a telltale sign of your impending climax, eliciting a moan from him.

“Gonna cum, pretty?” Heeseung whispers into your ear, his fingers tangling in your hair to seize control over you as he grabs it into a makeshift ponytail to turn your head to the side. Receiving only the continuous yet broken moans from you, he tightens his grip on your hair, his nose grazing on your cheek as he growls lowly. “I asked you a question.”

You quickly nod your head, not wanting to displease him. “Yes! I’m gonna cum! Please!” You plead in a sob, getting utterly delirious by Jake’s tongue going relentless on your clit as well as Heeseung's vigorous thrusts that feel shallow than the previous, driving you further to the brink of your sanity with their sheer intensity.

Heeseung turns your head to the perfect angle to capture your parted lips with his, kissing you wetly. “Cum.” He growls his command against your lips, sending goosebumps to your skin.

With one last deliberate and precise flick on your clit from Jake’s tongue, your orgasm comes crashing down violently, one with a familiar intensity that gushes out in fluids from your cunt while your thighs quiver.

“Fuck!” You scream out, arching your back against Heeseung as the latter continues to fuck into you, even as you are squirting uncontrollably while Jake bathes in your essence that wets the lower region of his now-sheeny face, revelling in the fluid mess from you with a smirk on his lips.

Delivering one last thrust into your overstimulated cunt, Heeseung releases his grip from your hair to manoeuvre you on the bed as you find yourself lying down sideways, with his cock remaining buried in your pulsating cunt as he is closely behind you.

“Seungie.” You whine, wiggling your ass in an attempt to escape from his cock, but Heeseung slithers his arm around the swell of your tummy, locking you in. “Pull out, please. I can’t…”

“Oh, yes, you can.” Heeseung shushes you, ascending his fingers to stimulate you again as he tweaks and rolls your nipple between his fingers, knowing that you are sensitive to having your nipples played. He presses a kiss on your shoulder, his dark eyes glinting wickedly as he glances up to see Jake hovering over the bed. “You’re going to take us both this time.”

“No. I can’t.” You shake your head, your eyes glistening with fear at the possibility of them tearing you apart with their girths, as you look at Jake settling in front of you in the same position as you. Panic blooms in your chest as Heeseung’s hand moves underneath your upper thigh to lift it up for Jake to gain easy access, causing you to squirm while the action only makes your cunt clench around Heeseung’s.

The head of Jake’s cock comes into contact with your clit, eliciting a soft gasp from you as he rubs it for good measure before aiming it at your stuffed cunt. You open your mouth to protest again, but instead, a pained gasp escapes you while tears prickle your eyes at the searing stretch of your cunt as Jake slowly enters you.

“So fucking tight.” Jake grits his teeth, looking down at the girth of his cock slowly disappearing into you before the sound of your whimper draws his attention, and his eyes soften at the sight of you in tears. He cradles your cheek before kissing you deeply. “I need you to trust me and relax, sweetheart. You’ll only get hurt if you continue to tense up. I promise you’ll feel good soon.”

Your heart swells at his affection in the way he speaks to you with a promise of assurance, while your blazing nerves begin to dwindle at the fluttery sensation of Heeseung’s kisses on your shoulder with his arm around your waist.

With a shaky nod from you, Jake takes this as a signal to continue entering you, feeling your cunt pulsating around their cocks while pants leave your lips, now feeling stuffed full with their cocks claiming you as they split you open.

It isn’t long before the searing pain begins to subside as they thrust into you, setting a pace that works well with their tandem. Your lips are part open, moaning in silence at the delirious sensation of their cocks as they deliver shallow thrust with one pull and another push before switching, moving in perfect synchrony.

“Shit, dude, I can feel you in her.” Jake groans, directing his remark at Heeseung, as the sensation of their cocks dragging against each other sends another pleasure through their bodies.

“Seungie, Jaeyun.” You mewl, causing their hearts to swell at how adorable you sound, before they groan as you clench around them. “Please kiss me.”

Hoisting your leg over his hip, Jake cups your cheek and slams his lips on yours, kissing you deeply and prodding his tongue into your parted lips while Heeseung sinks his teeth into your shoulder and descends his fingers to stimulate your clit, setting the nerves aflame once more as they don’t relent from fucking into you.

You moan into the kiss, gasping when Jake nips at your bottom lip only to suck it before being pulled away by Heeseung as he seizes your chin to capture your lips in a greedy kiss, your tongue occasionally licking and playing his lip ring. Jake occupies himself as he leans down to capture your perky nipple with his hungry lips.

The air is laden with a heady mix of your sweat, sex, and moans as the three of you are enraptured by the ecstasy of your sweet cunt enveloping them and clenching with each deliberate yet vigorous thrust from their cocks, obliterating your coherency.

Needing air, you pull away from Heeseung’s unforgiving kisses, gasping as you feel the impending need for release that sends shivers of ecstasy through your body. “Seungie, Jaeyun...”

“We know.” Jake places a chaste kiss on your lips while Heeseung intensifies the unbearable knot in your tummy by rubbing your clit skilfully, driving you into oblivion as their thrusts become more fervent with a raw carnal desire for you.

As soon as Heeseung pinches your bundle of blazing nerves, your eyes roll to the back with a silent moan, leaving your parted lips as you tumble over the edge of ecstasy, your climax flooding you with an intensity that has you gushing out the familiar fluids again, wetting them and the bed that is now drenched.

With one last earth-shattering thrust, they go completely still, burying deep into you as they fill you with their warm cum to the brim as they let out low guttural moans. They don’t pull out, even as you squirt for another time before the fervid heat wanes.

“Pretty baby, you wet the bed.” Heeseung coos, his fingers caressing your tummy, which swells with their cocks still buried in you. He places a kiss on your neck, still helping you to calm down from the delirious high. “I knew you’d take us so well.”

Silently basking in the comfort of their arms, a licentious thought pops into your head just as the sex haze begins to fade. You look at them with a sultry gaze that goes straight into their twitching cock. “I want you two to kiss.”

As expected, their reaction is entirely in disbelief before Jake speaks, “Sweetheart, why would you want─”

“Please.” You whine, slowly moving your hips purposefully to rile them up as they clench their jaws, feeling your pulsating cunt around them. “I want to see you kiss each other. Just this once.”

“If our girl wants to see us kiss, who are we to deny?” A smirk touches Heeseung’s lips, drawing a disbelieving glare from Jake.

“Dude, I’m not going to kiss you. I’m not fucking gay─”

Heseung catches Jake off guard when he seizes the latter’s chin to pull him forward before slamming his lips on his. You watch with prurient amazement as they slowly get immersed in the kiss just above you, allowing you the explicit view of their lips moving against each other ravenously.

Maybe you are wicked on the inside, because seeing them in a heated lip lock turns you on more than it should as you bite down your lips. You make a tentative move with your hips, but the sensation of your cunt clenching around them prompts them to break the kiss as they breathe harshly.

“Damn, you really like to see us kiss, don’t you?” Jake nearly growls out, his dark eyes soaking in the image of your sultry countenance as you continue to move your hips deliberately to taunt them, feeling their cocks twitching inside you.

“Pretty girl is nasty too.” Heeseung chuckles, bringing his fingers to pinch your nipple as you moan out, but a whimper leaves your lips as they slowly unsheathe their cocks from your now-gaping hole that leaks with the union of your cum.

With the unbridled lust coursing through your veins, you catch them off guard when you pin Jake on the mattress and waste no time grinding your cunt on his limp cock uninhibitedly.

“Again?” Jake groans, his hands falling to your hips lazily while you continue to lather your cum all over his cock. “Lovely, I need to take a break.”

“Our sweetheart is just hungry for cock, isn’t she?” Heeseung drawls, moving closer to you with his fingers now caressing and applying pressure to your clit, eliciting a breathy moan from you. “Jake, I’ll keep her occupied. You call Jay and Hoon and ask them if they want to join.”

The thought of Jay and Sunghoon joining in as well delights you, and you desperately need all of them to pleasure you throughout the whole night, even if it meant that they would be obliterating your cunt.

As soon as you whine, the sound of footsteps draws all of your attention to the two aforementioned figures as they stride into the suite with prominent bulges against their slacks, to which you lick your lips and your eyes haze with carnal lust.

“Don’t have to ask.” Jay’s voice that reverberates throughout the suite is huskily thick, laden with primal lust, while his eyes drink in the obscenity of your bare, exquisite display, watching you rubbing your clit unabashedly.

“Jay.” You whine, unrelentingly grinding your drenched folds on Jake’s erection while the latter groans deeply below you. “I need you so bad.”

“Come here.” Jay practically pounces on you, manoeuvring you across the bed until your back is pressed against the mattress before capturing your lips hungrily in a searing kiss. “Baby wants to fuck some more, yeah?” He rasps against your lips, drawing a whine from you as soon as he pulls away to get rid of his shorts.

“Please.” Your fingers descend to your lower region to rub your clit like a hungry cockslut, while the sight of you pleasuring yourself as you arch into your own touch hypnotises them, their eyes filled with carnal lust. You taunt them further, spreading your legs a little wider while moans spill from your lips as you increase the pace on your clit. “Please, oh, please! Fuck me─”

Jay silences you with his unforgiving lips once more, aiming his erection at your gaping holes before sliding into you with ease. “You’ll get fucked, alright.” He growls into the kiss, withdrawing his cock from you with only the head remaining inside before slamming into you with full force. “We're going to fuck you so much till the sun rises, baby girl.”

As moans spill from your lips, you turn your head lazily to the side only to spot Heeseung smoking a cigarette while Jake is drinking a glass of Bourbon as they watch you with the same predatory gaze from the couch.

But your view is immediately shielded by Sunghoon’s towering figure, prompting you to change the angle of your point of view. A smirk smears across his lips as he brings his cock to tap against your cheek. “Open your mouth wide, princess.”

Least to say that they really did keep you up and satisfied — four cocks claiming your cunt in one night.

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pairing. san x seonghwa x wooyoung x yunho x fem!reader synopsis. they’re out to prove who’s the best at the breast-stroke- gets dragged off stage as the people boo over such a terrible pun. warnings. no use of y/n, swim team au, lifeguard!reader, pro-swimmers!sanhwawooho, they’re all wearing speedos :), smut ( porn with unnecesary plot, degradation, m+f oral sex, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, triple penetration bc u got 3 holes for a reason sweetcheeks, mxm interactions, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, hair pulling, way more warnings that there’s honestly no point listing, just know this is pure filth that covers most bases of stereotypical fanfiction smut, mother in christ what have i written? ) no verbal consent is given throughout this but all parties are willing participants !! word count. 20k+ ( of literal porn. i need to leave this physical terrain bc i am not worthy of existing after writing this i fear. ) hyde’s input. hey girlie pops, long time no see.

it’s crazy, what some people will do for money.

take, for example, your roommate. she’s a smart girl. a beautiful one, too. with a promising future in criminal law, once she gets herself that pesky little degree. and, yet, she’s funding her tuition with money she earns distributing high-end drugs on campus. rather counter-productive, most would agree. or, in a far less extreme version, there’s that overly-hyper frat boy, who can always be found doing the dumbest dares at a party, all for a few bucks and a keg of beer.

and then there is you.

you would have arrived home twenty minutes ago at this point, had things gone to plan, a backlog of neglected assignments and a baby bonsai tree in need of watering desperately awaiting your return. yet here you are, stuck in your ugly flip-flops and uncomfortably stale shorts, whistle around your neck and a look of exhaustion on your face.

the swimming pool had closed, technically, an hour and a half ago. the sports centre seems to believe, however, that certain members of the college swim team reserve the right to use the pool for however long they require and desire, even if it is at your expense. if you were being paid overtime, perhaps you’d have a more positive outlook on things and less of a frown creasing on your forehead.

if the swimmers weren’t so irritating, maybe you’d enjoy the view.

“all that height, and for what?” the sophomore boy’s voice- jung wooyoung? you aren’t overly familiar with him, seeing him only in sporadic flashes when you pass each other on campus or at some uncivilised frat party- echos through the large room, his hair a wet mess. if you were gaining anything from being here, you’d perhaps muster up the energy to remind the boy of how a swim cap is necessary at all times in the water. “can’t even out-swim me with those long legs!”

“wanna know what my long legs are for?” jeong yunho, a junior with the face of an angel and the body proportions of a sinner, pipes up from across the olympic length pool. unlike the other boy, a crimson cap keeps his own locks out of sight. “climbing up the stairs to go fuck your mom!”

it’s impossible to stifle your laughter, no matter how hard you try to just play it off as a tickle at the back of your throat, a cough forcing its way out. when your eyes meet those of the glaring senior, however, you’re wishing you hadn’t made a sound.

“even the lifeguard can’t take you seriously, yunho,” park seonghwa speaks, eyes not leaving yours as his muscled arms work to pull himself out of the water, before letting his well-rounded behind sit down on the edge. a breath hitches in your throat as his gloriously muscled thighs come into view, drops of water cascading down them in a pattern set to hypnotise you, keep you staring a little longer than is good for your health. “bet she’s heard all about you and the boner incident of 2019.”

truthfully, you have no clue what the dark haired male is on about. that doesn’t stop you from laughing again though, this time a little out of malice and a lot because it’s quite endearing to see a loudmouth like jeong yunho be silenced so easily, head bowed and ears a little rosier with embarrassment.

this small moment of peace is soon shattered by the reality that these boys can’t spend more than ten minutes in a room- particularly one that includes a pool- without arguing. while one boasts about his speed, the other begins to jab at his lack of endurance, and the remaining of the three reminds them all of the fact he holds the most medals amongst them.

“are they always like this?” you jump, surprised by the cold drop of water that lands on your exposed thigh, all courtesy of the boy who’s invited himself to sit down next to you on the bench.

“not always,” you bite at the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to not look at san in all his wet glory. you’re afraid that, once you start looking at him, you won’t be able to stop. it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen victim to the crime that is his enchanting smile. “guess they’re feeling a little feistier than usual, with the district championship just around the corner. rumour has it one of you guys is risking his scholarship if he’s not in the top three.”

are you and san close?

that’s a good question. see, by social standards, you’re not strangers. you share several classes, you attend the same parties, you’ve even texted a few times- mostly on the days one of you miss class (read as: san misses class thanks to his swim-meets) and you need a copy of any notes taken that lesson.

but, you aren’t exactly friends either. you don’t go out of your ways to spend time together, you don’t know more than the surface level about one another, you don’t check-in with each other.

so, is acquaintances the best word to describe you two?

that depends on how common it is for an acquaintance to suck another acquaintance’s cock. granted, there had been a lot of alcohol in the mix, on both ends, with you drinking to forget a botched assignment and san drinking to forget how badly his voice had apparently cracked in front of his crush.

a few weeks have passed since the incident and things haven’t exactly been the same. you’ve missed class twice and ended up contacting heather- a sweet girl who sits down by the front and seems to live with her hand raised in the air- for any notes. likewise, san has found himself declining party invitations, the knowledge that you would be there all too prevalent in the front of his mind.

the irony is that neither of you quite know the reason why you’re avoiding each other, you just are.

or, were, until san had walked in with his swim team buddies- if they could even be considered that- and spotted you in your lifeguard attire. he hadn’t been as slick as he thought he was, sneaking glances at you between laps and even gaining an undeniable smile each time he watched you blow that stupid whistle at some misbehaving kids.

he was slicker with the fact he didn’t need to be here, at this hour. but, he figured staying gave him the chance to stare at you a little longer and, maybe, think up an excuse to talk to you.

“i should-”

“i missed-”

you both speak at the same time, minutes after watching the three musketeers disappear into the locker rooms, with the smallest of them continuing to dig at them for not being able to out-swim him despite their ample amount of height. san’s quick to signal you to go first, a dimple making itself known on his face and reminding you of the deadliest part of him: the false innocence that drips off him like warm candy.

sweet, sticky, making a mess all over the place.

“i should probably start cleaning up.” it turns out san also isn’t discreet when it comes to hiding the disappointment in his face, because no sooner than those words leave your mouth, the dimple is gone and he’s sat a little straighter, a little more ridged, like when the professor points him out in the middle of the class and the golden boy can’t stomach all the attention being on him. “but, what were you gonna say?”

“oh,” and it’s like he’s just remembered that yes, there is something he wants to say. “i missed you in class yesterday.”

it catches you off guard, leaving you to almost drop the whistle you’ve been fiddling between your fingers for the past few minutes. something about sitting so close to him while both of you are dressed so scantily has you feeling unnerved, like you need to run away as fast as possible, yet also wanting to plant yourself right in his lap.

“i didn’t think,” you’re cut off by your own throat, dry and desperate for a drink under his intense gaze. san is a walking contradiction, you think, with his sharp cheekbones and soft heart, his intense eyes and his easy-going smile. his presence gives you never-ending whiplash, never sure if he’s more angel than devil. “i didn’t think you noticed.”

“how could i not? there was no one to laugh with me at professor nam and his weird toe-shoes!” his laugh is infectious, willing your own to make an appearance. 

the sound of distant muffled yelling fills the air of the swimming pool and it isn’t hard to recognise wooyoung’s high-pitched laughter amongst it. clearly, their childish arguing has carried on into the changing rooms. it surprises you in no way, already more than used to their antics.

their rivalry is one for the ages, all of them constantly bumping heads for the spot of the top swimmer on campus, their sports scholarships becoming their pride and joy.

you suppose it doesn’t help that all four boys run in different circles, only really crossing paths when faced with swim-meets and days of practice. the senior, park seonghwa, runs with the richer kids of the college, all sharing their trust-funds and god complexes as a common interest. you’re not overly familiar with them, though you’re certain he and a particular blue-haired boy are rarely seen apart. jeong yunho, the tallest, is in with the jocks, which is mostly just because his taller friend is the captain of the basketball team. and jung wooyoung tends to surround himself with the stoners from the school, something you’d learned from kang yeosang, a dealer you shared a couple classes with back in your first semester.

san, ever the golden boy, drifts between a couple different groups but he can usually be found alone and enjoying his own company, if not being followed by a flock of his own little fan-club, men and women alike begging for just an ounce of his time.

your name echos around the room. your head snaps to the side and you find that san is now closer, staring at you in a way that’s making your insides knot up. you’ve seen that look only once before, and it done nothing but leave your knees and your ego bruised. “were you listening to me?”

“what? uh, yeah, i was,” you’re quick to lie, knowing it’s about to backfire when he breaks out in a challenging grin.

“really? what did i say?” he only allows you to stumble over words for a minute before cutting off your incomprehensible speaking when he grabs at your chin and tilts your head up, staring straight into your eyes. “that’s what i thought. you were too busy getting lost in that pretty little head of yours to pay attention to me.”

you stutter over a noise and settle for that as your response, though entirely incomprehensible and nonsensical. the way he continues to stare at you feels cruel, demons dancing around in those pretty eyes of his. demons that are telling him to tease, torture, torment the fragile eyes staring back at him, the same ones he’d delighted in watching fill up with tears a few weeks back, the pressure of his crown slamming against the back of your tight throat entirely overwhelming you to the point of crying, tears dripping down your cheeks and mixing with your own drool pooling over the swell of his balls.

“need me to repeat myself?” you’re slow to catch up to the fact he’s speaking again, and even slower to notice the hand resting on your knee. at first, you think you’re imagining things, the feather light tracing of nails over your soft skin a mere figment of your imagination. but, no, your eyes flash down to glimpse and his hand is there, fingers dancing over your naked skin like it’s their own personal stage and he’s intending to put on the show of a lifetime. he speaks your name. “questions are meant to be answered.”

“i-” san picks the perfect time to apply pressure on you, hand gripping the flesh on the lower end of your thigh. goosebumps spring to life at the feeling of his cold ring on your damp skin. it takes a shaky breath to try compose yourself but you do eventually manage to get a reply out. “sorry... please say it again.”

“huh,” he pauses to contemplate, slowly leaning his face closer to your own, giving you all the time to pull back if you want to. you stay still and his minty breath infects your senses while the hand on your leg replaces your thigh with your face, the grip he has on it forcing blunt nails to nip at your skin. normally, you’d worry about the marks it’s going to leave behind. right now, you want him to grip tighter, dig deeper into your flesh till he’s drawing blood and licking it off your cheeks. “how the fuck do you still sound so cute begging?”

“is that,” his other hand curls around the back of you, finding a resting place on your hip. the window of opportunity you once had to pull back or run away is slammed shut the moment he tugs you a little closer, the side of your body crashing into his naked chest. “what you said earlier?”

“oh, no.” san almost sounds like he’s cooing, a mocking tone in his voice that has your thighs clenching in a way you’re sure he notices. his eye flickering down to glance at them confirms your suspicions, the smirk taking over his features the metaphorical cherry on top. “i was just talking about how i’ve still not returned the favour.”

mind blanking out on you, you stare back at him in what you can only imagine to be a dumb-founded look, mouth slightly agape and teasing your answer.

what follows, however, is a resounding silence on your end.

“c’mon, princess, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what happened the last time i got you alone.”

forget? it’s all you’ve been able to think of every time you’ve seen him since, whether he was a figure in the corner of your eye during class or making his way down the campus car-park in search of his beaten up mustang.

each time, like an old record player, your mind plays on loop the way he looked staring down at you, long legs spread enough to fit you between them, closing in on you to trap you in place each time you swallowed him a little deeper; replaying the symphony of whiny moans and airy breaths you’d pulled from him, lips swollen and red from trying too hard to hold back his cries of pleasure; reviving the memory of his vice grip on your hair, tugging at the roots to tilt you back into the perfect angle for his hips to piston into your warm mouth, meeting his own crescendo in one final pathetic whimper of your name.

a whimper that’s pushed you over the edge several times since, fingers soaked in your own sins and mouth biting down on your pillow to keep your poor sleeping roommate oblivious to your actions.

“no,” an answer escapes you alongside a shaky breath, something about the way he’s slowly trailing his fingers down your neck and the intensity he’s staring at you with hypnotising you into forgetting all about the boisterous boys and their changing-rooms chanting. “haven’t forgot.”

it’s his turn to stay quiet and you begin to wonder if he’s recalling it too, if he’s reminding himself of how easily your bodies melted together, like candle-wax meeting a flame. the question of if he’s thought about the exact scene, hands stuffed down his pants while a dull ache builds in his wrist, burns the tip of your tongue.

but his eyes burn you more.

they’re usually wide, bright, full of that bubbly nature san is known all over for. but, if what people say is true and the eyes are the mirror to one’s soul, then san’s soul must be a dark pit made up of lustful glares and hooded eyelids, resting so low his eyes almost appear shut.

“then, don’t you agree that it’s my turn to have a taste?”

it’s the question to end all questions, no time to even think of forming an answer when his fingertips are dancing over your skin so rhythmically, like a practiced choreography when they curl and wrap themselves around your neck. they rest there for a heartbeat, and then another, before you feel it begin.

the pressure is dull, at first, and you think you’re imagining it. but it grows, like a seed under the sun, blossoms into thorns squeezing around your airways, a deformed rose made from the red marks his fingers will be sure to leave behind.

you try to breath in, only for it to get caught somewhere between your lips and his tightening hold.

“you’re too fucking pretty, you know?” the hand on your hip has found a new home on your cheek, palm warm and thumb rough as he swipes it over your bottom lip. “all i can ever think about around you, even when you were drooling all over my balls.”

you want to answer, you really do. but between the hand around your throat and the heat shooting straight for your core, burning up in a puddle of arousal, you can’t. all you can do is watch the man before you, raven hair a beautiful mess just begging for some fingers to be ran through it and stare promising to ruin you in the best way possible.

the silence pleases him.

“y’know, it’s so hard to get you alone. always got someone wanting to talk to you, stealing your attention. do you even know how many stupid parties i had to attend to finally get the chance to talk to you?” san pauses, like he’s waiting for you to relay an answer, guess a number. he loosens up the grip on your neck, teasing your skin with a few soothing strokes of his slender fingers, lulling you into a state bordering insanity. “no answer, angel? or are you lost in that pretty little head again?”

“i’m,” your voice is but a whisper, raspy with your new found thirst. “trying to figure out what you want from me.”

if it’s the wrong or right thing to say, you’re soon to find out, the sharp faced boy releasing a dangerously low chuckle as he takes a hold of your chin. like a pretty doll, you move any time and any way his fingers command you to, finding yourself staring right up into his eyes, a swirl of melting caramel that reminds you of how sweet yet sultry every inch of him is. lips near touching, he refuses to break eye contact as he speaks up once more, sealing both your fates when his breath hits your face.

“then let me show you what i want.”

his mouth comes down on yours like it’s the answers to all your prayers and, yet, all your nightmares.

it excites you how easily he works his lips over your own, captivating every inch of you when he tilts his head to the right and deepens the kiss. the rhythm to his kiss is a mismatch of beats, where one moment your lips are moving in a sensual waltz, grazing tongues and dipping heads to get rid of that inch of a space remaining between your bodies, and the next moment your tongues are tangled in a tango, the kind where his teeth send blood rushing to your lips with every bite he drags over them and his hand drags shivers down your spine as it makes its way down your body.

yet it terrifies you how willingly you succumb to san’s touch, intoxicated by whatever witchcraft he currently holds over you. there’s a deadliness to the way his lips part from your own only to begin a seamless descent down your jaw and the expanse of your neck, a poisonous element to the way his hand once again finds itself clutching the meat of your thigh.

the moment his fingertips meet the bottom of your shorts, you’re wishing you’d never slipped them on in the first place, every fibre of your being growing angsty under the weight of his suddenly halted hand. it stays still for an immeasurable amount of time, grazing over the bottom of your shorts occasionally while he continues to mouth at your neck.

like mosses and the great sea, san parts your legs with little to no effort, creating a pathway for his fingers to travel further up your thigh. blunt fingernails drag up your skin, a trail of goosebumps being left behind, a visible marking of where he’s touching you.

his movements halt too soon for your liking, too much distance between his lithe fingers and your body’s very core.

“have you figured out what i want yet, pretty?” his voice is a stark difference to the usual light-hearted, almost squeak-like tone you’ve grown used to hearing from the smiley boy. right now, there’s no trace of humour in the thick rasp and there’s no time for smiling while he’s glaring down at you through hooded eyes.

something compels you to nod your head, even though you’re a little too lost in the thoughts concerning what you want, rather than what the devil incarnate by your side wants.

“you have?” the words come out in a layer of amazement, and you have to wonder if it’s because of the lie you’ve just told or the way your legs have closed in around his hand, trapping it between them. “i want to know what you want, though.”

you want his thumb to stop stroking over the flesh of your inner thigh.

you want his eyes to stop gazing down at you like you’re the perfect prey.

you want him to stop teetering your impending pleasure on a string.

you want-

“you.” is all you manage to breath out.

it seems to do the trick, however, your point getting very much across to him. a softness flickers over his features, brows unfurling and smirk curling up into a full smile for what feels like an eternity, but is actually no more than a couple of seconds before his devilish aura is back.

lips meet lips again, the desperation and force behind each stroke of his tongue against yours the same as before. san, much to your delight, seems to grow just as impatient as you’ve been since the moment he welcomed himself into the empty space next to you on the bench.

one hand still resting between your thighs, his other seizes the opportunity to drag your body closer, so close that you have no choice but to swing one leg over him and slot yourself in his lap.

there was one time, in the middle of what you’ve deemed to be the most boring lecture ever, that you had thought about what it would feel like to sit in choi san’s lap. unintentionally, of course, for how could anyone look over at him in those grey sweatpants, legs manspreading like it was nobody’s business and pen tapping away at the table in front of him, and not daydream about being perched in his lap, head resting somewhere between his shoulder and his soft hair?

you’d imagined him to be the embodiment of soft and comfortable, warm and reassuring the way he’d lazily lay an arm over your hip to make sure there’s no risk of you slipping out of your new seat. you never, for the life of you, imagined you’d feel the outline of his dick resting against your ass the first time you finally claimed your throne.

choosing to not dwell on the heavy feeling of him pressed against you, you choose instead to focus on the way his lips trail away from yours and make their descent towards the top of your chest.

his hand abandons post between your thighs and rises to the surface, where long fingers begin to pull at the straps of your red swimsuit, successfully manoeuvring the nylon material till it’s bunched around your midriff and your breasts are exposed to the damp air of the swimming hall. 

with no want left to play around, he dives right in to dragging his lips down the upper swell of your left breast. you imagine he can feel the beating of your racing heart beneath the goosebump littered skin. it doesn’t take long for his tongue to enter the scene, skilfully flicking over your hardened nipple a couple times before enveloping his mouth around the bud.

one, two, three sucks and he’s moving on to your right breast. there’s no lead up, this time, simply his mouth finding delight in toying with your body while he busies his hand with your left side, thumb and pointer finger rolling and tugging and spreading the remnants of his saliva over your heated skin.

the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and has you arching your own, is the faintest pressure of his teeth biting down on you. it dances on a thin line between pleasurable and painful, exhilarating enough to make you throw your head back as a moan slips past your lips. it echoes in the empty room, replaying your own sound for both of you to hear again and again before the chain is broken by a giggle.

his giggle.

“why are,” he picks the right time to trail his fingers down your body, dragging your swimsuit with them till it sits uncomfortably tight around the top of your hipbones, skintight fabric digging into the damp skin. “you laughing?”

“has anyone ever told you how pretty your tits are?” it’s crude and heartwarming all at once, quite like the man who says it and the little smile he shoots up in your direction as he rolls his tongue over your nipple once again.

“no, i can’t say they have.” the hands that have been resting on his shoulder, grasping them in a vice grip in fear of slipping off of him and and directly onto the concrete floor, gain enough confidence for you let one slide around to the back of his neck and thread your fingertips in the back of his locks, hair as soft as you’ve always imagined it to be. “you’re the first.”

“i’ll wear that title with honour,” he seems to delight in the way you’re carding through his hair, eyes closing while he tilts his head back further into your touch. a delighted sigh follows. “has anyone ever asked you to sit on their face?”

“again, no.”

“another honourable title for me, i guess.” san’s giving you whiplash, with all this switching between being his usual goofy self and the man that minutes before was speaking profanities on how you’d looked choking on his dick. he peaks his eyes open again, slowly, adjusting to the bright lights he stares up at each time he’s doing the backstroke. when he has the nerves to smile at you, all dreamy eyed and relaxed sitting beneath your body on the bench. “now, can you please stand up and get naked so you can fuck yourself on my tongue?”

this time, it’s your laugh that echoes in the air.

“stop, i’m being serious!” he seems to whine his way through his words, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly in a way you’re certain is going to drive you insane. “i can’t go another second like this, you literally sitting on my dick, without blowing my load. and i really don’t feel like having to explain to coach kwon why my team speedos are stained in cum.”

“you’re so-” you give up on trying to find a single word to describe him, knowing there’s no word that can quite capture choi san’s essence. “okay, okay, fine, but you kind of need to let go of me for me to, y’know, stand up.”

“oh, sorry bout that.” san’s sheepish smile shouldn’t be this cute, not when it’s followed by him removing his hands from your half-naked body.

reluctant, your feet meet the ground and you stand up from his lap. he seems to move quicker than you, no hesitation to be seen as he twists his body around and lays along the bench on his back, eyes all the while watching you expectantly.

your fingers are far from as nimble as his, and there’s a shake to them, meaning you’re a lot less slick with how you pull the swimsuit off yourself. you opt for killing two birds with one stone, dragging your shorts down alongside the red suit, till both are pooled around your feet and you’re begging with every cell in your body that you look more graceful than you feel, stepping out of the leg holes.

in all honesty, you’re more embarrassed with the fact he’d watched you remove your clothes than with how you’re now stood naked, legs a little shaky and the wetness gathering between your folds you’re suddenly so much more aware of, the cool air fighting against your pulsating heat.

“well?” san speaks with expectation, legs bent at the knee while the balls of his feet rest on the edge of the bench. “are you gonna just stand there or you gonna sit on my face?”

“are you... sure you want me to?” even you feel the idiocy behind asking such a thing, when he’s laying right there with eyes full of glee and a raging boner pressed against his hip, nothing but the familiar colours of your college to stop you from seeing him all his naked glory. still, you can’t help elaborating. “i mean, the bench isn’t exactly sturdy and, i mean, what if i slip off of you?”

“y/n, are you joking? you have to be joking!” his offence is playful enough to ease a little of the hesitation inside of you. “do you see these puppies, baby? these are my mad gains from flailing my silly little arms around in a pool six days a week!”

you think this can’t be real as you watch the golden boy of the school put on a show, flexing his arms in an effort to display his muscles and voicing the most ridiculous words that not even he seems to be taking seriously, a bubble of laughter popping in every sentence.

“i’m not gonna let you slip, now hurry up!” again with the whining.

“god, you’re so desperate!”

“for you? always.”

the following minute is made up of wobbled steps and a poor attempt at amping yourself up, repeating mantra after mantra in your head that you are the sex goddess and no man is going to make you feel nervous. not even if that man has a jaw one could slice diamonds with.

he’s got a firm grasp of your thighs before you’ve even got the chance to get comfortable, legs a little shaky as you hover over his naked chest and will your knees to find grip on the bench beneath them.

“come closer, my tongue’s not that long!” san’s pulling you up, closer, all the way to where his wanton mouth awaits you. as if to give you a preview of what awaits you, the kisses from before reduced to nothing, his tongue pops out to run over the smooth of his bottom lip. you repeat the process of trying to find balance, a position in which you don’t need to worry about toppling overboard. though, with the way his finger squeeze into your thigh, you doubt you’ll have to worry about that truly happening. “comfortable?”

“as i’ll ever be.”

“all the people that would die to be in your position, and you say that?” he tsks, tongue hitting off the roof of his mouth before a blow of air hits against your folds and, though it’s faint from the distance still between his mouth and where he wants it to be, it sends a jolt of excitement up your spine. “i’ll just have to make sure i over-perform, make you more eager for next time.”

neither of you choose to dwell on the words next time.

him, too occupied with getting his first taste, tongue licking a strip up your core and coming to a stop as the tip of it bumps against your clit.

you, too busy having the air knocked out of your lungs, hand unconsciously finding safety in gripping his hair as you lurch forward momentarily, mouth falling open in a quiet gasp that echoes around and around.

“hmm, make sure you hold on tight.” you know he’s teasing you, with his words, and with his eyes, and with his mouth that seems to find enjoyment in trailing itself over your clitoral hood and up your pubic bone. “you smell mouthwatering, you know? enough to make a man go feral.”

the chance to reply never comes, not when san makes his way back down to your clit and greets it with the stroke of his flattened tongue. every tiny nerve sparks to life under his touch and you feel yourself grow wetter, a wave of warm arousal leaking out of your hole. his tongue dives down to welcome it, not allowing more than a single drop- landing on his chin- to go to waste.

you don’t even notice the lack of his grip around your left leg until you feel it: the first few seconds of his fingertips probing around your soaked cunt, coating themselves in your liquid pleasure until it’s dripping down the back of his hand.

the first finger to enter your hole is gentle, tentative to the way your body receives him, his pointer and ring finger keeping your folds spread and allowing him the full view of the middle one slowly disappearing from sight, burying itself in the warmth of your pussy. distracted, his mouth pulls back and his head meets the bench again while his eyes soak in the sight above him, flickering up to catch your reaction when another finger enters you, this time with a lot less care as it forces you open around it.

“so pretty,” he mutters the words, more to himself than to you, delighting as he witnesses you struggling to bite back a pathetic moan when his digits curl within you. he repeats the action a couple times, flicking his wrist back and forth, fingers brushing over your tight walls each time and culminating in a curl that has him pressing against the spongy-like flesh inside. “so, so pretty.”

your hips begin to rut against his hand, meeting every one of his thrusts with perfect timing that has him reaching deeper, further, better places inside of you. all the while he’s just watching and admiring the furrow in your brow and the way the swells of your breast bounce in sync with you.

your pussy clenches tighter and his fingers fight to reach deeper before spreading themselves wider in an attempt to scissor you open. he’s giving it his all, a third finger slipping in despite the dull ache setting in his wrist while he coaxes you closer and closer to the tipping point.

san takes just as easy as he gives, and it’s that fact alone that drives him to pull his hand back, fingers withdrawing from you and the pleasure you’re pursuing.

“why’d you-” you heave through heavy breaths, brain fuzzy from the unvoiced orgasm you were so close to having, every nerve ready to tingle, every muscle ready to tremble, every toe ready to curl. “stop?”

“because,” the wet smack of his fingers hitting against your clit is louder than the whimper that drops from your mouth. san hears both, however, and grins, quickly landing another smack against your engorged clit. “the goal is to make you cum on my face, not my fingers. consider them the appetiser, something to awaken your senses.”

his tongue licks in an upward motion, starting from the tip of your taint and ending at your clit, and you get deja-vu to just minutes before, when you’d first felt his tongue on your melting skin, the saliva it leaves in a trail behind it serving to cool you down. a shiver runs up your spine as he blows air onto your cunt, the pressure of it doing wonders to stimulate your clit.

“would you stop?”

“look who’s whining now.” san, despite what he says, does as you ask and puts an end what feels like unending teasing- really, it’s hardly been a minute but the pulsing of your heat and the loss of a climax leave you no room to think about something as abstract as time.

his lips make a victorious return, wrapping themselves around your clit and sucking against the pulsing nub. every so often, he delivers a couple kitten licks- ups and downs, sides to sides, figure eights- before swiftly returning to kissing your most intimate parts.

in an attempt to make your toes curl, he dips lower and teases the tips of his tongue over your entrance, wet muscle moving over wet skin and tastebuds covering themselves in your essence, till the moans echoing off the walls are indistinguishable between san’s and your own.

“you can move,” he grunts into you after a few minutes of repeated alternating between kissing your clit and tonguing at your hole. it’s muffled with the way he’s holding you down against his face and you feel his lips brush against your lower ones as he speaks. “need you to move. wanna see you use me, pretty.”

and, who are you to deny the man?

you’re hesitant at first, just like you were all those weeks ago as you sank to your knees for him. you test the waters and give a single roll of your hips. it feels good, great, especially when paired with his own efforts at dragging his tongue over you.

it takes a few more attempts, and san’s patience wearing thin to the point he resorts to grabbing a firm hold of your arse cheeks and planting you flat on his mouth, tongue flat and eyes staring up at you in a demand to move, goddamn it. 

move you most certainly do, grinding down on his tongue like you’ve done many a time with different men’s cocks. it’s messy, sloppy in the way that his spit mingles with your wetness, a cocktail of fluids sliding down his throat, and painting his lips, and dribbling down his chin as he eats you like a man starved that’s alas getting a taste of the sweetest fruit.

the rhythm of your hips is thrown off when the man beneath you switches from having you grinding down onto his flattened tongue to slipping the muscle inside of your hole, thrusting it as far as up as the length of it allows him to. with every time your body comes crashing down on his mouth, the tip of his nose bumps against your clit, forcing you to angle yourself upwards to gain more of the friction.

hands find hair, lips part in unabashed moans, thighs shake with the oncoming of an orgasmic state of mind.

the moment builds too quickly, too unexpectedly, like the ghost of your stolen climax is back with a vengeance and set on ensuring there will be no denying it this time.

“s-shit,” your eyes squeeze shut, too scared to look down at his ecstasy filled eyes in fear of it being what finally tips you over the edge. “i’m gonna- ah- gonna cum.”

san pays no mind to your warning. if anything, he takes it as a challenge, an invisible timer beginning in his head and forcing him to see how quickly he can get you to unravel all over his face. he’s getting everything he asked for, your naked body a mess above him as you fuck yourself on his tongue and your hands, with minds of their own, sliding up to grab and squeeze at your tits.

he watches how the pastel blue nail polish clashes with the darkened colour of your abused nipples, fingers working to pinch, and twist, and pull at them as you lose yourself in the moment.

when you cum, it’s with rolled-back eyes and shaky thighs, his hands gripping at you tighter to steady you as you sway above him, his tongue working at coaxing you through your high.

he licks up every drop of cum he can manage, until you’re cringing in overstimulation and reaching down to push him away. he let’s you move him, mouth moving to trail a couple kisses over your inner thigh, something akin to lipstick stains- yet so much dirtier in nature- being left behind on your soft flesh.

“told you i wouldn’t let you fall,” he’s the first to speak, partly because he correctly thinks you’re incapable of forming anything coherent in the afterglow of your orgasm, but mostly because he wants- no, needs to hear you praise him.

needs to hear you praise him like he’d done for you that night, eyes still hooded and chest visibly heaving as he finished processing watching you swallow every spurt of hot cum he’d shot down your throat. the praise never comes.

well, at least not from you.

at first he thinks he’s imagining the sound of clapping. it’s slow, and booming, and tinted with the slightest hint of sarcasm. it grows louder though, far too loud for it to just be in his imagination. the stilling of your body, going rigid as you fall back onto his chest, the sticky remnants of your orgasm cold against his heated skin, confirms that you hear the clapping too.

“bravo, choi. always thought your reputation with the ladies was a little overhyped, but i stand corrected.”

never has he hated the sight of park seonghwa so much, not even in the times they’ve been head-to-head in the final lap and the older male’s offensively bright swim-cap is all san can see every time he twists his head to catch a breath of air.

the three swimmers stand on the opposite end of the swimming pool, all in various stages of undress.

there’s wooyoung, who looks like he’s not so much as dried himself with a towel, still dressed in his team swimwear. and yunho, who’s got a towel wrapped around his waist messily, hair damp against his forehead and likely smelling of the cheap shampoo provided in the locker-room showers. lastly, seonghwa, who’s seemingly fully dressed spar for one of those irritating long coats san always sees him trailing around campus in.

one look into your panicked eyes is enough for san to spring into action, fumbling to sit himself up and pull your body flush against his, facing your naked back in the direction of his rivals.

he bites back a groan as you shift in his lap, unknowingly- or maybe you do know- pressing your soaked centre against his erection, which already strains inside the confines of the nylon material, leaving very little to the imagination.

“do you mind?” he’s glad the words come out clearly, booming across the pool at them and their unwavering staring.

“not at all.”

san holds you tighter against him, eyeing at your discarded swimsuit on the floor as he listens to a shuffle of footsteps. assuming the three men have made their way back into the locker-room, he’s speechless when he looks up to find them approaching the bench, seonghwa leading the trio with a secure grip on the back of wooyoung’s neck, whose eyes can’t seem to leave the floor, while yunho trails a little behind them, one hand grasping onto the towel around him.

“get your hands off her!” he leans back, pulling you with him, in an attempt to stray out of seonghwa’s reach as he extends his hand out. he fails, however, and the tips of seonghwa’s elongated fingers brush over your shoulder.

a shiver runs down you, one that san feels, the unexpected touch tickling your nerves.

“she’s a grown up,” the eldest of the men muses as he builds a rhythm out of how his fingers soother over your sweat slicked skin. “who i’m sure can speak for herself if she wants my hands off her.”

out of all the men, seonghwa has always been the one san despised most. between the constant boasting of wealth- money he acquired through labor, though not the working kind- and the disrespect he’s never had a problem showing towards others, he never fails to strike a nerve, awakening a dark part of san’s brain that activates his fight or flight response. by far, however, his arrogance is the worst, that sense of entitlement that drives him to think everything and everyone is a piece of clay for him to mold and manipulate till they fit his ideal shape.

the rich boy’s hand smoothes over your naked shoulder and san can’t resist glaring up at him.

“c’mon san, now’s hardly the time to be modest,” behind the oldest swimmer, yunho and wooyoung seem to be battling an inner conflict, yunho fighting to keep his towel in place and wooyoung fighting to keep the shame off his face while his dick visibly strains against the confines of his chlorine-covered swimwear. “not after the show you two just put on.”

“we didn’t,” it’s the first time you manage to speak since covering san’s tongue in your cum, breathing at last steady and face hidden from everyone’s view, much to san’s despair. “know you were watching.”

“and, if you had known, would you have stopped?” yunho is the one asking the question and, suddenly, san’s so much more aware of what exactly he’s hiding underneath his towel.

you give no answer.

“of course she wouldn’t,” seonghwa answers for you, hand moving to grasp the back of your neck. with no warning, he grips a little too tight for comfort and and yanks you backwards, till you’re staring right into san’s eyes and the only thing keeping you perched in his lap is seonghwa’s body pressed flat against yours. “there’s nothing a whore loves more than an audience, right?”

if put on trial in a court of law and sworn to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, over whether or not you’d just clenched around nothing at park seonghwa’s degrading name, you’d plead that you never did such a thing.

you’d be found guilty.

“poor woo nearly came untouched just watching you two. isn’t that right?” the eldest turns to stare back at where you imagine wooyoung to be. “pretty boy nearly whined just at the thought of being in san’s position, a mouth full of cunt and someone using him like the fuck-toy he is.”

the air grows thick, between you, and san, and every other living being in the room. it feels like the walls are closing in on themselves with every second that passes, the sweat dripping down your back and coming to a rest between your arse cheeks evidence that the space is heating up. or maybe it’s just your body, hardly processing the high it’s just come down from and there’s already another source for a new-found arousal, a source in the shape of three muscular men stood behind you and one beneath you, eyes wary as he gazes into your own, like he wants to ask if you’re okay but all the blood is too busy circulating in his crotch for his brain to be productive.

“now, i hardly think it’s very nice of you to get our wooyoung all riled up and not even offer to help him out.” you decide you’re being lulled into a false sense of safety the second you feel the pressure of seonghwa’s hand leave your skin. behind you, there’s a shuffling of footsteps that call you to crane your neck and catch a glimpse of what exactly is going on but san’s eyes beg you to keep staring into his, to count the galaxies that dance within them while he grips at your waist. “so the chance to offer is off the table and you’re simply going to do as told. doesn’t that sound easier, hmm? no having to make pesky decisions, just spread those legs and follow orders.”

at last, you get your first glimpse at jung wooyoung.

he sits down on the bench, no more than a breath of space between where you and san are perched. he’s a vision in himself, shoulders hunched and embarrassed face the same shade of red as the tip of his cock, an angry looking bulbous head poking out the top of far-too-tight speedos.

san’s grip tightens the longer you stare at the other boy, gaze dancing over the shape of his body and mouth-watering as, for the first time, you see the appeal of jung wooyoung. never before have you understood why eyes follow him in the hallways, like he’s more than just another pretty boy on campus- something that’s in abundance. but you see it now, understand the appeal of his stand-out nose; and the veins that run down his arms; and floppy style to his hair, that seems to be calling out to have your fingers running through it. 

with no prior warning, the grip on your hips tightens even more, till san is digging crescents into the soft skin and he’s lifting you, off of his lap and right into wooyoung’s.

the usually boisterous boy’s eyes meet yours, no longer filled with that spark of defiance and, instead, glazed over in tears, a quiet pleading being exchanged between you.

only, you’re unsure what he’s begging of you.

“are you going to just sit there,” seonghwa speaks up, boredom in his tone that has you picturing him rolling his eyes and picking at his manicured nails. “or are you going to help the poor pup cum?”

“what?!” that certainly helps you find your voice, and the guts to turn around and look at the man.

you find him stood closer than you imagined, with tailored trousers hugging his thighs and a perfectly ironed shirt tucked into them, the last few messy buttons the only indication he’d rushed to dress himself. eyes looking past him, you find more of a friendly aura in yunho, who, despite fighting a battle against the towel wrapped around his figure, manages to shoot a smile at you.

and then there’s san, who stands with muscled arms crossed over his chest and a painfully obvious boner resting in the confines of his swimwear, though he’s done a better job at keeping himself concealed than the boy beneath you. his face appears indifferent, yet the twitch in his eye speaks of a tamed anger, a frustration he’s yet to unleash on the men who’d interrupted him amidst his feast.

“are you now deaf along with being dumb or something?” the eldest pulls your attention back to him with little effort, a smirk meeting the glare you shoot his way. “you made that brat hard, now do your job and fix the mess you’ve made.”

words of protest get lost in a surprised gasp as the boy in question takes your hand in his, veiny hand guiding you down to a veiny shaft. wooyoung wraps both of your fingers over his leaking cock, his holding yours in place around him while he ruts his hips up once, twice into your hold, the action sending his swimwear even further down the his length and exposing nearly the full sight of it to the swimming hall.

you don’t mean to compare, yet you’re incapable of ignoring the fact that while wooyoung may be on the slightly shorter side compared to san, he’s certainly leading in the thickness department, with a mushroomed head and the prettiest trail of trimmed hairs leading down his pelvis.

he guides you over his shaft a number of times, a little less shy now as he outwardly whines when your thumb runs over his tip, wiping away the fat bead of precum resting upon it. at some point, he moves his hand away, needing both of his free to lean back on the bench, yet yours keeps moving at it’s own volition, stroking him in a pattern of threes, interrupting every trio with a swipe over his tip or a fondle of his still-concealed balls.

“please,” the whine in his voice is so unlike the jung wooyoung you’ve watched week after week, hurling abuse and echoing boasts of his own talents while keeping himself afloat in the swimming pool.

“he asked nicely.” you’d just about forgotten about everyone else in the room, until seonghwa’s irritatingly unbothered voice serves to remind you of his presence. “rule number one: good behaviour is rewarded.”

“what do i,” you interrupt your own question to glance over wooyoung once more. “do?” you pinch your thigh, skin stinging as nails bite it, and confirm with yourself that this is not a dream but, in fact, very much real.

jung wooyoung is hard and begging you to do something.

“i don’t care how you do it, just put one of your holes to good use for once and make him cum.”

there’s still an echo of seonghwa’s voice by the time you successfully manage to rid wooyoung of his swimwear, the damp fabric clinging to the warm skin and the taut muscles of his thighs. the boy isn’t much help either, seemingly reduced to nothing but a writhing, panting mess instead of someone competent enough to raise himself off the bench just enough for you to undress him.

the sight is mesmerising, one you’re certain will remain ingrained in your memory till the day you die: wooyoung, disheveled and untouched, with his achingly hard cock pressed flat against his lower stomach, his swimmer-thighs spread with a set of balls between them that you find yourself near salivating over as a trickle of his own precum runs down them.

“your cock’s...” you begin to speak, yet trail off as your digits wrap themselves around his shaft, just to delight in the way his breath jumps when you drag your hand upwards and give a soft squeeze as you reach the head. “so pretty, woo.”

“youngie.” seonghwa cuts in from behind you. “he prefers to be called youngie when he’s getting his cock teased.”

“yeah, youngie?” you try it out.

instantly, he nods and something akin to a whimper flies out of him.

fascinated by his shaky breaths and his pretty chest, where warm, tanned skin appears to be near glowing under the swimming halls bright lights as his cheeks flush a palette full of reds and pinks, your eyes are completely fixed on him. there’s something vulnerable and breakable about the way he’s looking at your with the widest of eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip receiving countless abuse from his teeth.

never have you been so desperate to push someone past their own limits.

officially running on nothing but pure instincts, you close your mind off to thoughts, like how the boy you’d spent weeks avoiding and missing is stood only metres away, witnessing the way the tip of your finger teases over the slit of his sport rival’s cock. or like how park seonghwa, perhaps the campus’ most infamous trust-fund baby, seems to have complete control of the situation at hand, yourself and jung wooyoung nothing but idolised dolls he’s moving into whatever obscene position he wants you in.

instead, you focus on how wooyoung’s eyes roll back and he lets out a gasp when you gather up fluids from within your salivating mouth and part your own lips, watching how your own spit drips onto his lower stomach, and your hand, and his painfully hard cock.

the saliva serves not only as a visual pleasure, something that’s awakening inside of you at the sight of it leaving you with whole new kind of excitement bubbling along your body, but as a physical pleasure for wooyoung, who seems to have no protest to how much easier it is to slide your hand up his length with the added lubrication of your own spit. 

“fuck...” he curses under his breath and his hands find purchase on your body, one gripping your hip while the other grabs at your forehand, like he’s scared you’ll release the grip you have on him and strip away the sweet release of friction. “don’t just focus on the tip- shit, ah- play with my balls too.”

“wooyoung!” ready to oblige, ready to give the pretty faced boy anything he demanded of you, you’ve no time to think of a reply before the ringmaster of this circus reminds you of his overlooking presence behind your back. “stop speaking like an ungrateful brat and take what you’re given. or else... well, i’m sure you don’t need reminding of what happens to pups that misbehave.”

the way jung wooyoung’s whole body grows rigid beneath you, paired with the countless times park seonghwa has butted in to speak on the boy’s sexual preferences, leaves you with the sense that the two are not only acquainted with how each other’s bodies move underwater..

“s-sorry,” this is not the voice of boastful jung wooyoung, who near bounces down the college halls and airdrops nudes in class because he’s bored. this is a voice that’s soft and meek. like a beady-eyed puppy, so quick to submit to it’s owner. “just feels too good. i’m sorry”

“yeah, you will be sorry.” seonghwa’s hand is cold against your back and it lulls a shiver out of you as fingers trickle down your spine like water off a duck’s wings. part of you hates him for stealing wooyoung’s attention off of you just as you were beginning to revel in it, a larger part of you wants to know why the sternness in his voice is enough to have your clit aching to be touched. “spitfire, be a good cocksleave and sit on his dick.”

“ok, stop!” a sense of shame comes over you when it takes hearing san’s outburst to remember the fact he’s watching the scene unfold. “don’t you think you’re taking this too far now, park seonghwa? i know you and wooyoung have your... agreement on how you treat each other, but don’t drag someone else into it. not when she never even asked for this.”

“you had your tongue tasting the eighth wonder of the world on that bench twenty minutes ago, both of you knowing there was a chance you’d be caught, and you want to tell me no one was asking for this?”

“that was private! you guys are the ones who-”

“there’s no such thing as privacy in a public area. besides, it’s hardly like she’s not enjoying this. if anything, i think spitfire doesn’t like the way you’re getting in the way of her teaching youngie a lesson in obedience.” you’re naive to think no one would notice the way you’ve began to grind down on wooyoung’s cock, stealing whimpers out of him as the soaked lips of your pussy rubbed up against him and holding back your own moans each time his tip meets the bundle of nerves that make up your clit. “choi, if you’re that much of a pissy pants that can’t enjoy himself even just this once in life, then feel free to leave. i’m sure the four of us will be too occupied to notice your absence.”

you’re not paying close enough attention to figure out if san’s newfound silence is due to his departure, or if he’s simply too stunned to speak, your eyes focused on nothing and no one but the boy at your mercy.

the initial burn of wooyoung breaching your entry reminds you of how long it’s been since you’d been stretched open by something other than someone’s cold fingers or wagging tongue. it’s been more or less three long months of juggling test after test, assignments piling up on your desktop and a relationship with your now ex-boyfriend being tossed completely into the gutter.

not once had you thought your return to the world of sexual bliss would be in front of an audience, much less at the very place you work.

doubting that it’s been as long for him as it has for you, wooyoung still spares nothing when it comes to reacting to your touch. with eyes squeezing shut, head rolling back, abdomen muscles flexing along side every shaken intake of breath, the boy puts on a show so pornographic it puts the professionals to shame. a whine exits his lips, lips that carry marks of his own teeth and look like they’re in need of a healthy dose of chapstick, and look so disgustingly kissable that your own tingle at the thought.

all those rumours of jung wooyoung being a camboy rush to the forefront of your mind, feeling truer than ever when your eyes take in the bob of his adam’s apple, and the perfectly timed run of his tongue over his lower lip, and the pretty way in which the prominent veins in his hands looks as he clamps his grip down on your hips.

he’s a sight worth paying for. 

“are you okay?” not the first thing you’d imagined saying after sinking all the way down on his cock, the need to check up on him taking over before you’d even noticed it’s existence.

“yeah...” he sighs his way through the word, eyes still closed and grip still very much tight on your skin, blunt fingertips likely leaving crescent moons you’ll find yourself staring at for days to come, memories of this moment replaying in a rose-tinted haze. “just need a second, you- you feel good, fuck me.”

“i’m kinda already doing that, youngie.” you giggle, like a lovesick adolescent speaking to their crush of the week, but the boy’s instant smile upon hearing it puts out the fire of shame building in the pit of your stomach.

“hmm,” he hums back, acknowledging your words without giving you the satisfaction of hearing him tell you how you’re correct. “are you okay?”

wooyoung flips the question on you and it parallels with the way he pulls the rains in physically, lithe hips thrusting upwards in search of feeling more, reaching deeper inside of you. in the back of your mind you already picture a look of displeasure on park seonghwa’s face, scowling lips loading up to berate you and demand you take repossession of jung wooyoung’s sanity.

“yeah, i’m-” with the eldest man in mind, you stop and compose yourself, as well as you can while wooyoung’s mouthing at your neck, your collarbones, the tops of your breasts. “i’m wondering who told you you were allowed to touch me?”

control is easily regained, all it takes is your hand squeezing around jung wooyoung’s throat and your soaked walls clenching around his aching cock and he’s melting like ice cream on a warm summer’s day, leaving behind a sticky mess.

satisfaction and pleasure come crashing in tandem, wave after wave moving in motion with each lethargic roll of your body against the swimmer’s, who seems to be a quicker learner than you’d believed him to be, hands flying off your body like it was made up of hot stones and, instead, now holding a firm and grounding grip of the bench beneath you both.

“harder.” you feel a hint of emotion within park seonghwa’s voice this time he speaks. it’s fleeting, and hard to make out quite what feeling it is he’s experiencing, but it’s there and it’s certainly a step up from the usual shameless, egotistical, megalomaniac tone he takes on. “squeeze his throat tighter.”

under the possession of his commanding tone, you find yourself caving into his command, fingers pressing a little harder into wooyoung’s warm skin. the boy gulps down whatever pride he has and delivers a pleasured whine. you grind down harder and an evil, twisted part of you you’ve never met before longs to laugh at the way he so desperately is struggling to keep his composure, fighting back the urge to meet your hips with his own upward thrusts.

so, you do. 

“hear that, youngie?” seonghwa’s voice becomes less grating each time you hear it, once an unwelcome and intrusive thought but now a second voice and a valued player in a game of wreck the wooyoung. “you’re being laughed at. isn’t that just pathetic?”

“y-yes, fuck-” he falls victim to your walls clenching around him, gripping his cock in a vice grip. the image of confidence withers away so easily to reveal a teary-eyed, pretty-faced, cum-desperate man. “i’m pathetic.”

“yeah, you are.” seonghwa circles his way around the rocking bench, no longer out of view hidden behind your back but, instead, staring you down with piercing eyes that cut through you like a knife to hot butter. “he’s getting close. never lasts long, really, even seen him cum untouched just from giving me head. but that’s okay, isn’t it youngie? you’re a slut for having your sack drained, huh?”

the swimmer beneath you has never looked redder than he does right now, secrets of his sexual nature getting exposed to the people he likely considers his biggest athletic competition. though you probably should, you don’t push him away when his face finds safety in the crook of your neck, parted lips covering your burning skin in sticky drool.

“don’t let him fool you guys, he’s into the degrading nature of it all. trust me.” you wonder if it should concern you the way seonghwa speaks about jung wooyoung as though he’s nothing but a pet, a possession of which he just so happens to have complete control over. you’re more concerned with the fact it excites you. “call him a good boy, i dare you.”

the words haven’t even formed in your throat and the boy between your thighs is gripping onto your waist a little tighter, lips near pouting and eyes screwed shut in uncontrollable pleasure, burning down his spine and threatening to push him over the edge of sexual bliss.

you consider having mercy, the inexperienced side of you thinking the boy looks like he’s full of shame and embarrassment. the throbbing of his rock hard cock repeatedly stuffing your aching cunt reminds you he’s getting off on the humiliation.

“is he a good boy, though?” you stare up at park seonghwa, not even sparing a whimpering wooyoung any attention as he begins a rambled protest to defend his good behaviour. “i mean, i don’t remember telling him he could touch me. do you, hwa?”

the hands that grip you tightly let go quick, like your skin were an unexpectedly warm stove, scorching his skin right off him.

“i don’t remember either,” the eldest’s agreement has you reeling in a way you never expected, filling you with a new found sense of control.

a control that is ripped away far too quickly, like park seonghwa sensed you growing falsely confident over the situation at hand.

like a shark circling it’s prey, the tall man makes his way back around the bench, each fall of his shoe-covered feet echoing in the quiet swim hall. click, click, click, and he’s right at your back, not a word uttered as the soft of his palm lands on the nape of your neck. achingly slow does it travel down the expanse of your back, not a single noise filling the space other than the rise and fall of your body on top of wooyoung’s and the same boy’s poorly contained moans and mewls of pleasure.

the silence is interrupted by your own shocked gasp, mouth falling agape in shock as your movements come to a complete halt. his hands, no longer soft and delicate, grip you in an iron-tight hold, fingers greedy as they dig into your meaty flesh with no mercy or regard for the pain it may inflict on you.

“no, get up,” like a switch was flipped in as little as a minute, park seonghwa’s voice has lost all sense of the excitement it had whilst he spoke on jung wooyoung’s dirty endeavours and has returned back to the cold, callous, commanding tone it had originally.

he sounds angry, feels angry in the way the fingers of his free hand tangle themselves in the hair at the back of your head and give a harsh tug, forcing your head back till you’re met with his scowling face and perfectly groomed hair, even in it’s dampened state it seems to frame his face perfectly.

“what?” you babble out, dumbstruck, much like the desperate boy beneath you who’s began to mutter apology after apology between pleadings of please no don’t do this and i promise i’ll behave, i’ll keep my hands to myself.

none of it works.

“you heard me. get. up.” the fingers on your waist tug, pull, drag you away from the quivering mess that has become of jung wooyoung, who near sobs as the cool air hits his now painfully hard cock, tip redder than the bottom of your favourite heels and a vein more prominent under his sensitive skin than the ones on his muscular arms. you’re not given much of a chance to process what’s happening before seonghwa speaks again. “wooyoung, up, now. you’re not getting to cum, so get off the bench and make room for someone else.”

the boy makes no further attempt to protest, cheeks painted pink in shame and chest shining with sweat as he shakily rises to his feet, head hung low when you watch him walk out of your line of sight.

then, your knees meet the floor.

park seonghwa chuckles as you go down, hands finding grip in your hair and forcing you to sit up right. heart beating faster, your mind begins to race with questions of what comes next, who comes next.

what dirty desires are about to be unveiled within you, forced into the unforgiving fluorescent lights of the swimming hall?

“jeong, you’re up,” seonghwa’s knee digs into your back and his fingers tug until your scalp begins to sting a little. you don’t want to like it but, in life, you don’t always get what you want.

there’s a series of shuffles behind you, followed by heavy footsteps. there’s no rush, yet no hesitation, just calm and collected footsteps of someone making their way over to do god knows what with you.

when jeong yunho, with his towel that’s looking a lot tighter around his crotch still around his waist, steps into frame, an inexplicable sense of comfort washes over you.

maybe it’s the way he smiles down at you, or the fact his hands brush seonghwa’s off of you, or the way his fingers take a hold of your chin once he’s seated in front of you.

maybe it’s just the fact he’s jeong yunho, campus himbo with a reputation for walking girls home at night just to make sure they’re safe and for singing britney spears with no shame each time the karaoke mic gets passed around.

whatever it is, it’s turning you on.

your knees are burning with fresh pain as park seonghwa shoves you closer to the mammoth of a man and you can’t help but swallow down the ball of anxiety growing in your throat.

everything about jeong yunho’s demeanour has always seemed large, with powerful arms that drag his body through the weight of water and large hands that effortlessly carry countless textbooks through the university halls; a tall frame that helps him stand out in any crowd and a personality loud enough to set off alarms; his thighs a muscular stairway leading up to a well rounded, remarkably defined posterior. it’s safe to say he’s carried a reputation for some time, one that consists of whispers between girls on campus who recount just how well endowed he really is. 7 inches, 9 inches, 12 inches, you’ve heard it all, each girl claiming it to be bigger than the last.

unfortunately, there’s no ruler at your disposal to uncover the truth of the rumours, but you confirm he’s certainly large as you watch him undo the towel. larger than you’ve ever seen before, with a thickness to match, and two heavy looking balls decorating the base.

he wraps a hand around it and you watch how he gives a light squeeze at the head, slowly sliding down the length of it till he reaches the tuft of groomed hairs on his pelvic bone. one of his hands alone holds half of his cock, leaving you almost certain you’d need to use both hands on him.

“d’you want it, sweetheart?” his words are teasing but his voice is soft, a complete one-eighty to the verbal berating you’ve been receiving- and enjoying- from park seonghwa.

you’re sure he notices the way you clench your thighs as he slaps his cock once, then twice against his stomach, the precum leaking out on to his tanned skinned.

there’s an itch inside your throat, one you imagine only he can scratch.

“you wanna taste it?” he’s still speaking to you through the arousal that fogs over your brain, commanding your tongue to swipe over your bottom lip as you burn your gaze at the glistening liquid on his warm skin, tastebuds aching to have him paint them in white.

you nod your head.

his own throws itself back, a chuckle rupturing out of his chest as he continues to tease himself with his hand.

“fuck, yeah, bet you can’t wait to taste my cock, feel it stab the back of your tight throat.” a smile should never look so sweet while it’s part of the same mouth spewing out such filth. somehow, jeong yunho makes it work. “gonna get it nice and wet for me, yeah? make it sloppy, i love it when a pretty thing like you gets all messy over my cock.”

the knee that’s suddenly digging it’s way into your back has no mercy. you wince, pull in a sharp breath and inch just that little bit closer to the bench. like a glove fits a hand, you slip right in between the muscled tree trunks that make up jeong yunho’s thighs. 

you wonder, if only momentarily, what sweet a death it would be to be crushed between them, taut muscles constricting the flow of air to your lungs like a boa with its prey.

but there’s a far more preferable way to be choked by the man before you, body carved out in such definition you fear michael angelo himself stands in admiration of it.

his hand snakes its way around your body, warm and heavy and imposing with the grip it settles for at the base of your neck. in spite of the sharp stab coming from behind- where you have no doubt one park seonghwa stands with disgruntled impatience written all over his irritatingly perfect face- there is no doubt in your mind that the man in front of you holds the reigns. with eyes of honey and lips of velvet, he peers down at you with a tendered expression, saying nothing yet everything with the gentle, repeated sooth of his thumb over your skin.

you need no verbal instructions this time around.

a hand grips the base of him as the other squeezes the flesh of your own thigh, piercing your skin with just enough pressure to assure you this is the reality you find yourself in, rather than some twisted, substance influenced dream.

the first taste is the sweetest, tongue a missionary sent into the foreign land of his body to discover the way he reacts as you drag it over the tip. he gives nothing but a squeeze to the back of your neck; and that crumbles you under his control.

with a few more kitten licks- for good luck, if anything,- the show begins with the parting of your lips, the widening of your mouth, the burning of your skin as you struggle with your ability to swallow him whole. you make it no further than a third of his length before he’s tugging gently on your roots and bringing you back to the surface of existence.

“breathe, okay,” his voice is gentle, calming your nerves yet sending your heart into a fit of patternless beats. “inhale, exhale, got it? through the nose, that’s gonna help you relax.”

doing as he says, you swallow three whole breaths. shaky, ragged, each feeling hollow in your chest in comparison to the weight of his cock on your tongue.

“pretty girl,” he practically coos, hand cupping your chin as his thumb smoothes over the swell of your bottom lip. it’s tender, sweet, and almost enough to make you forget the sight of his engorged cock that sits angrily between his tree-trunk shaped thighs, crying out for the return of your mouth’s affection. “someone’s gotta teach you to not be greedy, hmm? small little mouth of yours is no fit for me, don’t go choking on it.”

heat flashes between your thighs, your heartbeat dropping right down to your clit and leaving you with a burning ache, the kind only a gentleman like this could soothe. your fingers may have to do, however, if the stubborn arsehole behind you would be so kind as to let you enjoy yourself.

the way park seonghwa curls his hand round the front of your neck and flexes his nimble fingers- that goddamn family heirloom ring a punishing cold to your warm skin, near brandishing you as touched by some nepotism child- when you do so little as clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure, or lack-there-of, between your thighs tells you he’ll grant you no such fun.

“you’d need to have something big enough for her to choke on,” san, precious san. still here, still somewhere beneath this god-forsaken tin-can roof swimming pool, watching you bruise your knees and your ego for another man, another one of his team-mates. what must he think of you? has he lost whatever respect he may have had? does he think he’d been just another body to exchange fluids with, that night at the party? if you could just see his face, you’d not need to wonder all these things. his eyes, they always give him away, too earnest and pure for his own good.

“shut it, choi,” yunho’s bark isn’t half as loud as seonghwa’s booming commands have been, and are nowhere near as malignant. if anything, the gentle giant is humoured by his team-mate’s words, as if he knows they’re a preposterous thing to say about him. then again, you can’t imagine any man remaining humble about themselves if they were so well-endowed. “or do you wanna crack out the measuring tape again and remind yourself of just how much of me there is to choke on?”

silence.

it takes a few moments for the spotlight to return to you, a gradual shift from playful to lust driven energy encapsulating the broad frame of the man before. he cups your cheek, feather-light touch smoothing over your skin while his eyes burrow daggers into your soul.

why must his shoulders be so wide? it almost angers you as much as it sends a wave of heat between your legs.

almost, but not quite.

“‘s cute,” he half mumbles, distracted by the sight you paint below him on your knees, bruises already forming and thighs clenching for some relief of pressure. “your little pussy’s all wet just from having my cock in your mouth.”

“i think you’re forgetting she was bouncing on woo’s dick a few minutes ago, yunho,” the devil on your shoulder won’t let you rest, hand snaking through the threads of your hair and tugging on your roots. not enough to hurt, just enough to sting. “have some modesty.”

“sure, let’s act like i’m not the one who had her cumming all over my face a while ago.” san mumbles a string of words you wish you could unhear, face heating up as the shame burns through your bloodstream.

how had you gotten here?

you’re allowed no such freedom to ponder over previous actions as jeong yunho’s all encompassing frame works to remind you of where you find yourself: on your knees dressed in nothing but your own shame- shame which seems to slip off of you, piece by piece, baring you shamelessly to this pack of wolf-eyed boys’ for their eyes to feast upon.

strong, veiny hands reach out and drag you forwards, just an inch yet it’s all you need to feel the weight of park seonghwa’s domineering figure float off of you, rendering you under the control of this much larger, far smilier looking man. “eyes on me, okay? don’t wanna miss the way i’m about to make them roll back.”

there begins a game of push and pull, where jeong yunho pushes you closer and closer to his evident arousal, all the while teasing you as he pulls his hips back, keeping your waiting mouth open and empty, and oh-so frustrated at the feeling of being so close yet so far away from his dripping tip.

the first real taste you get of him does, in fact, nearly have your eyes rolling back. a kitten lick, barely there yet fully felt, running over the underside of his cock, a taste of salted skin, and musky sweat, and stale chlorine mixing in with the warmth of him flooding your senses. his reaction is no more composed than yours, blatantly parting his lips in a gasp and bucking his hips up, forwards, any direction they need follow to chase after your mouth.

happy to comply, you take pride in tasting him a second time, this time right over the growing drop of pre-cum pebbling on his tip. white flashes behind your closing eyes as his grip in your hair tightens, a pulse of heat firing straight down your spine as your mind floods with images of what it must be like to watch this man, this gentleman, this figure that so wholly encompasses what it means to be a himbo in this day and age lose his cool and revolt into his most carnal, basal instincts to take whatever pleasure he needs from you with a reckless abandon, burrow his throbbing cock down your throat till the beat of his heart takes over your own.

instead, you settle for wrapping your lips around him, at last, and letting him guide you just that little bit down his length. the weight of him feels nice, a strange sense of comfort birthing in your bones as you grow used to feel of him taking up your palate. his breaths seem to run in tandem with the inches he sinks deep between your parted lips.

a deep breath, he lowers you further, till your left cheek begins to bulge out.

tongue pinned to the floor of your mouth, you make use of it as best you can, rolling it over the bottom of his shaft and earning yourself a plethora of gratifying sounds, each deep and desperate and crooning straight out of jeong yunho’s broad chest. 

another deep breath, another inch.

for all the false dominance you wield over the situation, with the heat of your mouth and spill of your own saliva slickening his cock, his real and visceral dominance doubles it by tenfold, with a hand on the back of your neck, guiding your every move, and a knowing, gentle look cast downwards at you from where he sits propped on the bench, thighs a heavy mass to case your body between. a silly little voice in your head whispers a seductive tale of how easily this man could get you in a headlock and suffocate your fragile windpipes. a wave of heat, this one going right down to your core and forcing you to pay attention to it, shifting awkwardly and clenching the muscles in your own legs in hopes of getting some pitiful amount of pressure.

all breathing stops as he hits the back of your throat.

hands pulling tight, a biting pain ripping through your hair and a tired gag creeping out of your constricting throat, yunho holds you still and strong, as unmoving as the mountains that fill the horizon from your bedroom window.

he’s not even fully in, an arguably obscene amount of him still awaiting some form of attention beyond the spill of the spit filling up your mouth. but there’s nowhere for it to go, not within your mouth at least, and so you manoeuvre your hand up and grip the neglected inches, the tip of your pinkie teasingly brushing over the swell of his balls.

he lurches forward, gasping in a breath of air at last. “fucking christ- shit,” he grits his teeth. “her mouth’s warm.”

“well, obviously. this your first time getting a blowjob or something, jeong?” god, the reminder of seonghwa being here, somewhere behind you, fox eyes judging your every move and keeping his cool, no matter how hard you’d seen his cock straining in those ridiculous pant-suit trousers he sports. it’s sickening.

“yeah, yunho, watch out before you have a repeat of 2019.”

if the taller jeong wants to snap at the other, you never find out, instead dedicating yourself to the glory of worshipping him between your parted lips and tight throat, jaw ready to lock itself in place so long as it keeps him inside.

you treat him differently than you’d treated san that night. you’d been tipsy then, buzzing off the colourful shots of who-knows-what you’d been conned into downing a half hours before, mind hazy as you kneeled between him and teased your tongue over every crevice of him it could reach, dripping him in drool and working an ache into your overused tongue by the time you got watched him spill over the edge of ecstasy. that wasn’t even about san’s pleasure, no real care put into getting him off, your own selfish need to indulge in the pleasure of feeling, tasting, worshipping him taking precedence.

but, right now, you’re overwhelmingly sober, mind hazed only by a cloud of inexplicable lust that rolled in the moment san shot you his stupid smile, and you care about making jeong yunho cum. in fact, it’s the only thing on your mind as you bob your head up and down, letting his own hand guide your pace.  

“shh, shh,” he’s hushing your own struggles for breath and carding his fingers through the tresses of your hair, his legs clamping down on either side of you, pinning you in your rightful place. “taking it so good, baby. so fucking good.”

good’s not good enough.

you want to leave him mind-blown, exhausted, unhinged. you want him clenching his jaw, and baring his teeth, and stuttering over any praise he tries to give you. in fact, you need it, need that thrill-driven lust of collapsing the sanity of a man as broad and strong and capable as him.

so you pick up the pace, fight against the steady up-and-down of his grip and try to take just that little bit more of him in your mouth and down your throat, till you’ve no doubt there’s a visible bulge of where he sits down your windpipe. you think back on what he said- i love it when a pretty thing like you gets all messy over my cock- and work towards doing just that, mouth a fountain of over-flowing spit that paints lines down your chin and over his heavy balls. the hand at his base lightly drags the tips of its nails over his burning skin and you physically feel the way his cock jumps in your mouth, head twitching as his hips involuntarily jolt forwards.

eyes as wide as a deer in headlights, you glance up to stare into his own, only to find they’re rolling back in his head, too caught up in the headiness of having your mouth on him to visually focus. it’s erotic, tracing your eyes over the protruding vein in his neck and the unrhythmic heaving of his chest- like every breath he pulls is a rare gift and a miracle- and the straining of his muscled thighs that hold back his urge to buck freely into your mouth, use you as nothing but a hole to get himself off with.

your free hand stakes claim over your own sexual frustration, nimble fingers rubbing tight, slow circles over your clit in an attempt to just ease that heat burning you from the inside out.

“she’s touching herself, jeong,” not even the irritating, grating voice of park seonghwa’s unwanted commentary can take away the kick you’re getting out of working this man into a frenzy. “are you just going to let her, without your permiss-”

“shut up, park,” yunho is wrecked, voice divulging so far from that loud, boyish charm into a dark, broken sort of gruffed out thing, echoing straight out of his chest. but, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t listen to the other man, doesn’t force his eyes open to glance down in a hazed daze to witness your pathetic attempts to work your fingers over yourself.

only, he doesn’t tell you to stop.

he just... watches. and then smiles, squeezes out what can only be described as a broken whine, and tilts his head back once more, relinquishing all control of his body over to you. the scene divulging into a chorus of mumbled words, fuck and please and yes becoming the only word yunho knows, the only three you hear. 

only as he cums does jeong yunho regain that bit of self-control he’s lost, ripping your mouth off him- a stuttered mumble of i wanna paint that pretty face- and erupting in a mess of grunted moans, cock twitching in his palm as rope after rope of white, hot fluid shoots out of it. it’s messy, and disgusting, and sticky, marking the skin on your cheeks, nestling in your hair, dripping over your shut eyelashes.

the last drops land in your parted mouth as his grasp shakes and you regain the right to wrap your lips around his mushroomed tip.

lips stained in pearly white, cheeks and neck matching too. the throb of your neglected cunt, clenching itself around nothing but the mere thought of having jeong yunho stuff you full, break you in two and leave you spent.

the man in question is in a no better state, head thrown back and chest a heaving mess glistening with the shine of his own sweat. his mouth hangs open, near heaving in breaths of air and his hands, adopting a mind of their own, grip harder in your hair and hold you firmly in place, tongue laving over his sensitive tip, pushing him closer and closer to the ledge of overstimulation.

“fuck- uh, fucking look at you,” sweet voice, foul words. two fingers drag over your cheek, coating themselves in the sticky substance he’s painted you in. “drooling all over me.”

he’s right, you are drooling. down your chin, an uncomfortable damp coat covers your overheating skin as you continue to stretch your lips around his length, ready to rip another thigh-shuddering orgasm out of the man.

yunho grants you no such pleasure.

instead, a grip tugs back on your hair and, before you can feebly attempt to catch your fleeing breath, he’s pulling you up into his lap, straddling you across the well-defined muscles of his thigh. those big, capable hands he pushes himself through pools, and rivers, and all other bodies of water manipulate your limbs however he likes, a rag-doll free for him to toy with for as long as he sees fit.

“yun-” you don’t even manage to say his name properly, not when he grinds you down into his lap, smothering his tanned skin in your juices. the friction runs straight for your pulsing clit and you’re rendered to sinking into his welcoming arms, head collapsing into the crook of his neck, parted lips panting up a storm against his sweated skin.

“that nice for you, angel?” the soft words, the rough hands, the perfect roll of your hips. you feel like you could sob, break apart completely. yunho tracing a hand up the curve of your spine and soothing his long fingers over a knot in you back doesn’t help your case. “bet it is. little bit of release to all that tension you’ve been feeling, yeah?”

you think you nod.

it’s hard to tell.

sparks fly within your loins, heating you from the inside out. yunho, at some point, has wound his fist into the tresses of your hair, nails scrapping along your scalp. it’s pleasurable, all over, soothing you into a state of utter relaxation, a being with no purpose other than to take whatever this mass of warmth and muscles and width offers you.

his hand makes a fist and gently tugs, forcing a whine out of you as you’re faced with the bright lights once more. traces of his own cum stain the very place your face had lay. it’s erotic to see, drying up your tongue with a need to lick it clean.

“no, no, focus, right here,” a single finger taps at your cheek, followed by the tilting of your chin that forces you to stare back at the hungry eyes of jeong yunho. “eyes on me. want a front row seat to watching your eyes roll back.”

god, he’s filthy, and delicate, and that just makes him all that more filthy.

swiping his digits through the remnants of his sticky cum, he makes sure you’re staring right back at him as those same fingers snake their way down between your grinding bodies and burrow themselves deep in your soaked heat. shallow pumps of his hand fuck his cum-coated fingers deeper, long and lithe enough he barely needs to move to have you feeling him all over, everywhere.

by the time he curls them, pressing against that spongy wall, you’re just about ready to cry.

“think she’s gonna cum,” oh god, no, why must he remind you of your audience? why does it no longer frighten you to have eyes watching you be defiled but, rather, have you clenching around him tighter, chasing that fever-like ecstasy the man means to deliver? “she’s gripping my fingers so tight- shit, almost makes me wanna bust my load just thinking how warm her pussy would feel round my cock.”

“don’t let her cum,” you vow, some day, to wring the neck of park seonghwa. “just cause she’s gone all cockdrunk doesn’t mean she’s earnt-”

“shut up, hwa,” the boy’s thumb pokes up and you can’t help the way you grind down into it, smothering your clit in whatever pressure you can get. “pretty baby’s more than earned it. stop being bitter that i’m the one who’s gonna give her it.”

give you it, he does.

three fingers deep, the cocktail of your wetness mixing with his cum-cated digits aiding the ebb and flow of his rhythm, jeong yunho has your toes curling, eyes rolling, thighs shaking. you blackout, for only a moment, lost in the wilderness of pleasure.

the aftershocks are barely kicking in when you’re suddenly ripped away from yunho’s hold. the sounds of your beating heart and heaving chest muffle the disgruntled exchange of words between the swim-team, inhibiting your ability to stay clued-in on the events that surround you. all you know is that when your body meets the bench once more, on all wobbly fours, jeong yunho no longer sits tall and proud.

a sharp sting hits your rear- a smack, that echoes in the empty space of the swimming hall. the only appropriate response is the shriek you let out, twisted in your own conflicting emotions of pain, and pleasure, and painful pleasure. a second smack meets the other cheek. this time, there’s no doubt a wanton whine escapes you.

“since the rest of them can’t take orders,” you’d already known it was seonghwa whose hands were suddenly all over you, pinning you in a position of submission. the sound of his grandiose voice sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine, top to tail. “i’ll have to do it myself.”

with no word of warning, he smooths his hands down the globes of your ass, teases the crease of skin where your inner thigh meets your dripping heat, and fucks two whole fingers into your sensitive core. knuckles deep, they sit still upon initial intrusion, basking in the warmth of you and coating themselves in the essence from an orgasm you’ve yet to even fully recover from and the cum yunho’d scooped off your own face.

then, at last, when your nails dig marks into the wood below, he curls them a come-hither motion.

with shame painted on your skin, you toss your head back and release an inhumane cry, eyes hazily gazing up at the horrendous white lights above. “oh god!”

“not quite. i do appreciate the flattery though,” there’s no need to glance over your shoulder to know that pompous, trust-fund baby is wearing the most earth-shattering smirk, some stupid strand of his perfectly groomed hair dangling over one of his eyes, like some 90s heartthrob boy-band member. you do it anyway.

park seonghwa is an unfairly attractive man, sporting a beauty so ethereal it almost makes you angry.

that anger seems to dampen the wetter he gets you.

his touch is slow, but by no means is it gentle. calculated and malevolent, he plays with your insides like they’re nothing but the strings to your puppet. a curl of his fingers and one of your hands shoots forward. the torturously slow pace that he pumps his digits in and out, and your jaw falls slack. his thumb bumps and grinds against your throbbing clit, and your elbows give out, sending you crashing face-first down onto the bench.

his free hand presses down on your lower back, bending you deeper, hiking your ass up higher in the air. and, at first, you think you’re imagining it, that trickle of warmth against your other entrance, believing it nothing but a trick of your melting brain.

you’re who-knows how many hours deep in a whirlwind of pleasure and penetrative stares, people have been driven to the brink of insanity over far less in the past.

but then seonghwa’s fingers leave your cunt, warm and wet trails following their journey over your skin. there’s no imaginative mind great enough in this universe to conjure up that initial shock to feeling how he prods and pokes at your puckered hole, lubricating it with the dirty mixture of both you and yunho’s cum and his very own spit.

the tip of his pointer finger ventures onward first, breaking through the surface of your tight muscles in a shallow intrusion.

the feeling has you frozen, frightened, intrigued. eyes widening, moans dying, pussy pulsating in an empty need.

“don’t go getting shy on us now, spitfire,” the collective language he uses brings back the weight of all the boys’ eyes on you. hesitantly, you angle your face off the bench, and regret it the instant you meet the brown comfort of his eyes. “fun’s just starting. ain’t that right, san?”

a tense energy takes over the large room, with san’s shoulders tensing, and yunho’s feet fidgeting, and wooyoung’s cheeks blushing. seonghwa seems impervious to the shift, whether voluntarily or not, and instead invites himself to further exploring the limits of your body.

he’s kind enough to spare a bit of care into the way his finger sinks deeper into your unexplored hole. another dribble of his hot saliva lands messily onto you, aiding the slip and slide of his hand. two, or three, or four strokes of his finger and you’re submitting to the intrusion, hips rutting higher and presenting yourself more to the man.

“come here,” the command calls over your body and, at first, you think its aimed at you. so you try scooting further back, only to be halted by seonghwa speaking once again. “yeah you, choi. come get under her.”

for the first time since this all began, you’re on the precipice of saying no.

they’d listen, all of them. wouldn’t push you, pressure you or force you to keep going, not if you truly voiced your negation. even park seonghwa, as big an arsehole as he may be, would have no qualms ending his fun and agreeing to never speak of this again.

and it’s not that you don’t want choi san under you. far from it, as you’ve already made pretty clear earlier, thighs his personal ear-warmers while his tongue delved deep for your honey-suckle glory. you’re hardly uncomfortable at the thought of him under you, chest rising repeatedly in frantic breaths and legs bent at the knee to give him just the right leverage to fuck up into your messy cunt-

it’s not till he’s three feet away from you, hands fidgeting by his side, eyes looking anywhere but you and your compromising position, and the world’s most obnoxiously boner-strained tent in his swimming gear that realisation washes over you. you’re hesitating because of him, because of his possible discomfort.

what if he wants to say no? what if he doesn’t want to get under you? what if his eyes will never look into your own again, too shocked and disgusted by all the things you’ve let be done to you? by his own team-mates/rivals, too?

hell, you’ve shocked yourself even, never in a million years had you pictured a day you’d be at the mercy of some rich prick, overdressed for every occasion and looking like a vogue-cover-model reject. but when he’s edging another finger into the already-tight squeeze of your ass, and pushing your buttons just enough to nudge you towards an edge that never seems to arrive, how could you ever dream of being anywhere else?

a hand touches your cheek.

soft. tender. it takes the extra time to soothe the pads of its fingers against your burning cheek.

“you feeling okay?” san’s quiet tone, meant only for you, is enough to move you to near-tears. you crave his hug. the position you find yourself in only allows you to reach out and grasp at where his knee bends as he crouches down to your level. it’s all the same, san knows. san understands. his own hand lands on top of yours, messily threading digits.

“she’s literally stuffed with another man’s cum and you’re worried about her? well aren’t you just the sweetest.” a cheap remark from seonghwa.

san purposefully ignores it, and everything about the man, instead choosing to keep his focus on what matters.

you.

“think you could make some room for me down there?” your nose wrinkles at his choice of words.

his giggle echoes.

“no, no, not... like that,” he guides you as he talks, grip moving to your shoulders and coaxing you up into a seating position. somewhere along the way, seonghwa’s hands leave you. he doesn’t stray too far, however, and your back soon collides against his chest. “here, pretty. want you to make space for me down here.”

within seconds, choi san’s back in his rightful place: splayed out beneath you, body fit snug between your parted legs and hair an unruly, sweated mess against his forehead.

no clothing sits between you both, blessing you with the mouthwatering drag of his cock through your folds. hard, and red, and leaking at the tip, a slight curve to the right, dribbling precum against his well-toned stomach. you’re biting your lip before you fully register your own thoughts, body a mind of its own as you grind down onto him.

control is limited and fleeting, that of which seonghwa reminds you without uttering so much as a word. instead, he clamps a harsh grip down on either side of your hips, rucks you up to where he needs you and guides you down onto san’s cock.

it’s thick, imposing and something that seonghwa blesses you no time to ease into things. instead, you’re slammed down, san buried to the hilt inside of you.

“hey there,” delicate fingers skim up the tense muscles in your thigh and find pleasure in delivering a teasing tickle to your sides. “come here often?”

the cheeky grin, the double entendre, the way san looks so goddamn proud of himself for saying it. you can’t help it, you wind up giggling uncontrollably.

wrong choice. bad idea. danger zone.

san contorts in pain, and lust, and something else you’ve never seen behind his eyes before, hissing through his teeth like some feral cat. his eyes match that of a feline too. “you trying to squeeze my dick off or something?”

you compose yourself upon the reminder of that san can feel you tensing around him, pull in a deep breath and find your voice again, at last. “or... something.”

maybe you’re a little out of breath. maybe you’re a little hoarse. it doesn’t seem to matter to the boy below, his only response being to cant his hips up and lick at the fire burning in your insides.

“you two are disgusting,” once again, park seonghwa wins gold in the nobody-asked-for-you-bum-ass-opinion olympics. let’s see if he’ll continue his winning streak and go for gold in the hypocrite-athon too!

the hands on your sides begin you guide you, with seonghwa squeezing his perfectly manicured nails into your plush skin and bouncing you down onto san. up, down, up and down, repeated strokes like the ones their hands deliver each time they breach the surface.

it’s easy, this pleasure. it’s a gift, hand-delivered by two god-like men that sandwich you between them- one a mass that fills you, the other a weight that controls you. liberating in every sense, you can’t help the way your head rolls back to find purchase on one of seonghwa’s shoulders, completely melting into the ways he winds you over san.

“shit, yes, you feel,” san’s no better than you, mouth agape and hands unsteady as they trace every inch of skin they can reach: the dimples of your back, the swell of your breasts, the hood of your clit. his hips are the only steady thing about him, not a falter in the way they grind up to kiss your dripping pussy with his cock. “so good. so warm, tight. love it.”

a hand curls round your front, travels up between your breast and over your sternum. it settled for a grip a round your throat, no pressure applied, it simply exists against your windpipe, a silent threat.

“look what you do to him, hmm,” a squeeze around your neck. seonghwa’s warm breath fans against your ear, taunting you. “look what you’re doing to them.”

through your glossed-over gaze, you trail your way past the sight of san and all his captivating beauty, settling instead on the equally erotic, not-at-all surprising image that stands just past where his head rests at the edge of the wooden bench.

a sweaty wooyoung, bent at the waist and whining up a storm, while a far more composed yunho pounds his hips into the boy’s arse.

your walls clench and san whimpers, a string of curses and pleads leaving him.

“think you’re finally ready for me?” the devil on your shoulder- at your back, more truly,- smirks into your skin, careless enough to not even feign it being anything but a rhetoric question. ready or not, park seonghwa is going to finally get his own fill of the thrill, his own satisfaction, beyond mere observation and controlling.

the spill of your own wetness slips down your thighs as san continues to fuck himself deep. it doesn’t travel far as seonghwa coats himself in you, wetting his fingers before they slip back inside your ass. a few generous, tempting pumps into your ring of muscles, fingers spreading a little further apart each time, till he decides that’s enough, he’s ready, you’re ready.

the unbuckling of a belt.

an unzipping of trousers.

trousers bunched down muscled thighs.

the first cut may be the deepest, but you highly doubt it’s as deep as seonghwa feels feeding his cock into your arse, stretching you apart to make way for him. a part of you feels like it can’t breathe, impaled on both these men who sit so deep inside you, you fear you’ll feel the ghost of their touch for weeks to come.

but what does it matter, really, when seonghwa pulls you back against him and whispers filth against your ear? 

this is all you’re good for. cock-drunk whore. gonna let us cum inside?

and san’s coaxing you down to trail his mouth over your chest, the tongue flicking over your nipple a terrible juxtapose to his crooning words?

taking it so well, baby. so tight, and perfect, and god. ‘s that what baby needs, huh, for me to touch her little clit?

the two men find a rhythm, a synchronised routine to how they pull and push you around. their thrusts ebb and flow, no moment existing where you sit empty. they treat your body like they treat the pool, swimming through your waves of pleasure and effortlessly advancing to the finishing line, the winning stroke. then, san’s hand meets your cheek and your thoughts are dragged underwater, muffling the sounds of everyone else- the shlickt sound that echoes with each inch of cock fucked into you, the high-pitched whimpers of a fucked out wooyoung, the slapping of skin against skin- as he pulls you in for a kiss.

it’s a hungry one, all teeth and tongue and swollen lips. you pull away more breathless than before and fighting back a big dopey grin, toes curling as the swell of one of their cocks hits a nice spot inside you, body too on fire to know just exactly where the new wave of heat is coming from.

“h-how d’you do it, hm?” it’s almost a whisper, something meant only for your ears, yet you hear him loud and clear, voice stuttering off in a mess of whines and moans. “still got that pretty-girl smile, even while getting fucked silly.”

it almost makes you shy, till you remember what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. you settle for a quick, short answer. mostly because you fear you’re losing the ability to think in full-sentences, much less speak one out loud. “can multitask.”

like your own words are the key to pandora’s box, your eyes widen, and your mouth dries, and your heart reels as a new desire burrows itself somewhere between the parts of you owned by san and the parts owned by seonghwa. the desire makes room for more, for someone more, and, without much chance for second-thoughts or hesitation, you find what little stability you can manage with one hand pressing down onto san’s toned chest and reach forward with your free hand.

fingers, light as a feather, curl around wooyoung’s solid shaft. the man’s hips stutter at the unexpected contact, eyes flying open to glance down in time to watch you reach out your tongue, licking up the droplets of precum that threaten to spill from his mushroomed tip.

“please, god, please!” he’s beyond the point of sense, poor baby, struggling to keep up with yunho’s hips’ repeated slamming into his tight ass. so, you can’t really blame him or shame him for the way he hastily rips his hand through your hair, tugging your mouth as far down his cock as the angle allows.

a few hairs rip from your skull in his grip. you reward him with a pleasant hum, moans muffled with the mouth-full he’s providing you. 

“shit- look at that,” seonghwa pipes up from behind you, the motion of his hips never faulting or failing as he continues to take part in the filthiest three-way tango known to man, hands bouncing you down to meet each raise of san’s hips, plundering the other man’s cock deep, deep, deep, till he’s kissing your cervix and you’re seeing stars before your eyes. “should cup youngie’s- fucking christ- his balls, san, cup ‘em.”

you’re vaguely aware of his compliance, hand lifting off whatever part of you it was touching- your nipple, your hip, your jaw, it’s hard to tell when you feel like san’s everywhere, all over you, part of you- to graze the set of well-groomed spheres that threaten to slap your chin each time wooyoung thrusts forward.

barely two seconds, hardly any pressure against them, and the youngest of the four is nearly in tears, wailing and begging over broken whines that it’s too much, can’t take it, don’t stop.

there’s a ringing in your ear. because everything is becoming too much: wooyoung in your mouth, san rutting up into you and seonghwa’s hands clawing and pulling your body back into each of his overpowered thrusts. the boy in front of you is the first to fall apart, twitching in your mouth and, without a warning, choking you on the cum he shoots down your throat. a hand pulls you back, just enough to paint your face in the final drops released from wooyoung.

one of the other men is next, a string of curses and grunts filling the air. there’s a new stickiness between your legs, gooey white staining your skin. it’s all building up, and up, and up, until you topple over and are sent reeling into wave after wave of blinding pressure, toes cramping up and muscles spasming as you shoot off into another astral field, creaming around san and chocking seonghwa’s cock.

you don’t register the release of your hips nor the crash-down of your body. one moment, you’re pressed back against seonghwa, mouth dropped open in a silent scream for merciless pleasure, and the next you’re cradled in san’s warm embrace, a crooning tone to the way he hushes and calms you, unheard i got yous, and did so good for us, babys, and just let me hold yous falling on deaf ears.

for a moment in your own history, time ceases to exist.

there’s no ticking of the large clock on the wall, reminding you of how long ago your shift had ended. there’s no thoughts of your plant friend drying out in the staleness of your room, desperately awaiting you to revive it with some h2o. there’s no consequences awaiting your actions, no shame to be feared and leaving you unable to look any of the four swimmers in the eye ever again.

instead of being crashed against choi san’s body, a mixture of his, yours, and several other people’s bodily fluids serving as the adhesive that keeps you stuck together in your mess, you’re floating in space, not quite alive but not quite dead, just there. 

nerves tingling, body aching, mind switched off.

four, or five, or ten, maybe even fifteen minutes pass by the time you regain focus on your surroundings.

your name, whispered. it’s his voice that pulls you back, sweet and soft and oh so like the san you’re used to, the one that sends teasing winks your way when your eyes happen to meet his in class, and the one who has the prettiest notes you’ve ever seen, a colour-scheme for his every highlight and the cutest of doodles to go along with the topic on the paper.

the one who’s hand is currently brushing through your hair, fingers careful as they catch on the tangles near the split ends.

“hmm,” you swear you want to say his name, say more than that, but there’s an ache in your jaw that hinders you from even attempting, your voice-box likely having taken a beaten in the throws of your pleasured moans.

“you okay there?” he giggles over the end of the sentence, and you feel your slowing heartbeat stutter at the sound.

he feels you nod into the crook of his neck and lets his free hand find perch against your hip, moments before giving it a light squeeze. 

he’s warm, and pleasant, and soft.

and moving you both into an up-right position, hands splaying flat against your back and keeping you secure against him, your legs wrapping around his slender waist. you drift off again, between time and space, and come to at the first drop of water that lands on your back.

one drop, two drops, and then a downpour of heat crashing onto both of you.

you can tell from the colour of the pinkish tiles along the communal shower floor that you’re in the women’s changing room, and mentally note to thank him, even if he’s not aware, for bringing you somewhere you won’t have to shamefully stumble out of in the nude, your change of clothes safely tucked away within one of the lockers.

“i’m gonna put you down now, okay?” he speaks so gently that it overwhelms you, answering him only with an affirmative nod of your head.

neither of you speak while he lathers shampoo into your hair, nor when he’s dragging his soap covered hands over the cum that stains your skin, wiping it away and leaving nothing but suds where the liquid once was. he doesn’t speak while covering your eyes with his hands, blocking the sting of the shampoo. you don’t speak when you inch closer, head falling forward to rest against his chest.

when he does eventually speak again, both of your fingertips are wrinkled and bodies are clean, the water of the shower serving as nothing but a way to keep warm.

“you’re, uh, not” the echo of his voice in the empty lockers feels so much more intimate than how his cries sounded by the pool. “doing anything on wednesday, right?”

too lazy to move, you angle your face to stare up at him from his chest and take a moment to just stare, look at the way his hair is sticking to his forehead, at the way his eyes are back to being wide, at the way the marks you’d littered along his neck are becoming more prominent.

“how’d you know?” your question confirms his own, and a tenseness you’d not noticed melts off of his shoulders.

“wednesday is race day. you never work race days.”

it’s such an odd detail to have noticed, and it’s making you question everything you thought you knew about your relationship with san. do acquaintances remember each other’s schedules? do acquaintances bring each other soothing teas when they notice the other developing flu symptoms? do acquaintances waste time pulling faces at each other in lectures they should probably be paying attention to.

“i’m not taking part in the race this time, by choice. my grades are good enough, don’t need to worry about winning some championship to keep my education.” san is speaking unpromptly at this point, rambling in a way you’ve only seen him do when he’s nervous, or excited, or both. “it’s okay if you don’t want to, or you have better things to do or places to be! but, i was just thinking, maybe you’d wanna spend some time with me? there’s this medieval market down on main-street, it’s meant to be really cool, and i just think it would be even cooler to go with you? but, again, you don’t have to. forget it, actually, i’m being stupid and assuming you’re not doing something with your friends or your-”

the kiss you interrupt him with is far more innocent than the one you shared earlier, no hands rushing to touch and tongues desperate to taste, just two sets of lips moving as one.

you pull back and he chases after you, lips landing another peck before you’re grasping his cheek in your hold and forcing him back.

“i think you could have asked me to come help clean your apartment for you and i’d still say yes, just to spend my day with you,” you say, and he smiles as if on instinct, unable to stop it even if he tried.

“really?”

“really.”

“good, cause i already bought us two tickets and i really didn’t wanna have to go alone.” there’s drops of water dancing on his eyelashes, and laziness in his every movement, and you’re both still very much naked, but none of that seems to matter when he gives you another peck, like he’s awakened an addiction and your lips are now his favourite vice. “but, now that you mention it, my apartment could do with some cleaning. and i bet you’d look amazing in a maid outfit.”

a slap echoes in the showers.

“hey! don’t worry, i’ll be wearing a matching one!”

[sisterprocrastinator]

MASTERLIST v2.0

Here is the up to date list of my work, including links to the stories on my AO3 page

All of my works are 18+ and most contain NSFW themes.

There is probably something for everyone here - epic sagas, small multi chapter fics, oneshots, ghouls, demons, witches, angels, Papas, smut, fluff, intricate world building, smut, heartbreak, tragedy, soul bonding, angst, smut...

You get the idea.

I've tried to put my own spin on the lore of the Ghost universe by mixing the ghouls and the Papas with my own original characters, and stitching it all together to create a huge multiverse.

Essence of Quinn is my main WIP right now. 580k words, 240+ chapters; the glue that binds all my worlds together (it's also the longest and most commented on fic on Ao3 under the Ghost Sweden Band tag).

Masterlist below:

ESSENCE OF QUINN

560k words (ongoing)

MxM, FxM

OC ghoul x OC ghoul

Secondo, original ghoul characters and actual ghoul characters

A child of Fate, a slave to destiny.

Quinn is a quintessence ghoul with a tragic and traumatic past who is cursed with visions. He's summoned to Earth to work with the Clergy. Epicness and spice ensues.

NAMELESS GHOUL

132k words (complete with occasional updates)

FxM

OC ghoul x Sunshine

Papa IV, Secondo, current ghouls

A ghoul is summoned illegally and enslaved by a rogue sect of the Clergy.

BLACKENED FEATHERS

92k words (complete)

FxM

Omega x OFC

Terzo, Alpha and the rest of the papas and ghouls along with some originals.

Heaven and Hell collide, but who will come out on top?

BURNING FOR YOU

15k words (ongoing)

FxM

Alpha ghoul x OC ghoulette

Papa IV, Terzo, Secondo and all of the ghouls and original character ghouls.

Fire ghoul Alpha has impulse control and anger issues. He finds himself falling for an off limits water ghoulette with scary guard dog bodyguards. Biker ghoul fun and smut ensues.

UNHOLY COMMUNION

20k words (complete)

FxM, FxMxM, FxMulti

OC fire ghoul x OC Sister of Sin

Evil Secondo AU, dark smut

Secondo and his ghouls pay a visit to a small rural abbey to perform mass. A Sister gets up close and very personal with his mysterious fire ghoul.

MUSHY MAY 2024

5.6k words (ongoing)

MxM, various

Secondo, Phantom ghoul, Aether ghoul, Dewdrop ghoul, Alpha ghoul, Omega ghoul, various originals

Ficlets using Forlorn-Crows' Mushy May challenge prompts

THE GLOVES STAY ON

2k words (ongoing)

FxMxM

Terzo x Omega x Sister of Sin

A Sister Of Sin is left hanging and at the mercy of Terzo and his ghoul.

Alternative title: Fucked by Terzomega.

KINKTOBER 2023

17k words (complete)

FxM, MxM, Multi

Various characters

A collection of short fics based on Kinktober 2023 prompts.

QUAIR ONESHOTS

5k words (ongoing)

MxM

Original ghoul Quinn x Original ghoul Air

Sometimes I get smut ideas that will have no context for the main story of Essence of Quinn, so I will put them here when the mood takes me.

Various spicy scenarios including edging, cock warming, overstimulation, phone sex, ghouls in corsets, idiots in love etc. etc.

SECOND CHANCES

2k words (ongoing)

FxM

Secondo x OFC

Secondo has been alone for many years since tragic events took the love of his life from him. He's spent a big chunk of that time living up to the playboy image that others have, but behind the persona he feels so, so lonely.

When one of his ghouls is badly injured, Secondo must work closely with the Abbey's head physician, Astrid, to try and save him. He enjoys the challenges set by her fierce intellect and finds himself reluctantly falling for her charms.

Can the old playboy find it in himself to give love a second chance? The only thing standing in his way is himself.

FIRE & WATER

6k words (ongoing)

MxM

Secondo's fire ghoul x Secondo's water ghoul

Secondo's fire ghoul surprises his mate with an unexpected and well deserved date night. Sweet smut ensues.

Spin off from Essence of Quinn, but it works as a standalone smut fic.

GO WITH THE FLOW

5.6k words, ongoing

FxM

OC earth ghoul x OFC

Secondo's earth ghoul has never been interested in humans before. He's the biggest ghoul at the Abbey and he steers clear of them because he's always been told how fragile they are.

Everything changes though when he meets Zoe, a human who supplies the Clergy with their ritual ingredients and supplies. His seer packmate lets slip that Zoe might just be his mate and it all goes downhill from there.

SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES

1.5k words, ongoing

Special ghoul x Mist ghoulette

Terzo's ghoulette Mist lost her potential mate Special thirteen years ago under tragic circumstances. Just lately though, she's convinced herself that she's seen him around the Abbey.

With the help of her packmate and good friend Alpha she tries to piece together what's going on.

It's All Hallows Eve and the veil between worlds is thin. Will Mist finally get to say goodbye to her lost love? Or will her heart get broken all over again? Anything can happen on Halloween 👻

Anyway, check out my page and see if anything catches your eye. As always, be mindful of the AO3 tags. Thanks for reading 🖤

[comfortless]

hai :3 is there anything you wouldn’t write?

oh, plenty!

i do not think that i could ever write full on noncon for König. apart from that… porn without some sort of plot has never been my forte (too much love here there has to be build up. i am too weak for the kicked puppy look to simply sexualize him).

i don’t like to write reader having a certain ethnicity/body type/any defining characteristics whatsoever apart from little thoughts and maybe the mentions of hair or a clothing item. although… i do stick to writing fem, afab reader, i prefer having each piece be something anyone could visualize themselves in (cursed by being a misplaced thing myself yknow).

no way, no how territory: cheating/adultery, pedophilia, zoophilia, age play, daddy/mommy kink, raceplay, any sexual dealings with vomit or waste (piss is a heavy “depending”), incest, fisting, innocent reader. mxm and trans readers, too… simply because i feel it would be inappropriate for me (someone who does not identify as either) to write about.

there are a lot of topics that just… do not interest me. i won’t list them all here. if i receive a prompt i don’t care for, it gets deleted with no fanfare. i feel as though everyone following me is probably already aware that i am not going to write 20k of going shoe shopping with König. ^^;

[btfic]

i’ll be a man (of you, you, you, babe)

→ pairing: jungkook/taehyung → genre: college!au - humor - fluff - smut → word count: 18,945 → rating: explicit

Dates are cool. Dates with straight-laced family friends arranged by your mother are not. Thank goodness Jeon Jeongguk has his trusty best friend Kim Taehyung close by to bail him out of any dire situations.

read on AO3

[theharrowing]

❥ YOONGI MASTER LIST

❣ ALL LISTS ARE IN ORDER OF DATE POSTED WITH THE MOST RECENT UPDATES AT THE TOP!

❥ YOONGI X READER

❣ Note: Sometimes there are still mem x mem relationships in my reader insert stories. If that bothers you, please do not proceed. 

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✎ - wip | ☆ - personal fav

White Lies | series, coming soon ✎ ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader x Taehyung | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers & established relationship, college au, cop au, poly, hurt/comfort ⚠ graphic violence, yandere behavior - see fic warnings ↳ Yoongi is everything you could ask for. He is attractive, confident, and smart. And his boyfriend Taehyung is as possessive as he is beautiful. Too bad a relationship would be a major conflict of interest. You need to have them at all costs.

Collateral | series, 37 parts, 354.3k   words, ✎☆ ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Taehyung x Jungkook, Seokjin x Hoseok, Jungkook x Reader ❣ strangers to lovers, mafia au, poly ⚠ drug use, graphic violence, dark themes - see fic warnings ↳Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You. But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

Devil with the Mint Hair | series, 11k words + images of texts ✎☆ ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader | ☽ ❣ brother’s bestie, enemies to fuck buddies, porn without plot ⚠ drug use (weed) & dub con - see fic warnings ↳You get way too high and finally have sex with your brother’s best friend—and your sworn enemy—Min Yoongi.

Boy Blue | 46 parts, 89 words + images of texts ❣ Taehyung x Female Reader x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Namjoon x Reader (kind of), Original Female Character x Reader, MxM ships ❣ strangers to lovers, college au, poly, hurt/comfort ⚠ graphic violence, dub/noncon, infidelity, drug use, yandere behavior (stalking, gaslighting, etc.) - see fic warnings ↳ While going through a painful but necessary breakup, you meet someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything you last ex was not. Or is he?

Dominance & Domesticity | drabble, 1.1k words ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader | ♡☽ ❣ established relationship, porn without plot ↳In between moments of domestic bliss, Yoongi always finds time to dominate you.

Outro: Tear | oneshot, 5.5k words ❣ Namjoon x Yoongi x Hoseok x Female Reader | ♡☽ ☁ ❣ strangers & friends to lovers, lovers to exes, hurt/comfort, poly ↳Your relationship with three amazing men felt like a dream come true until insecurity and failed communication caused everything to slowly fall apart.

Shaky Deposition | 7 parts, 35k words ❣ Hoseok x Female Reader x Yoongi | ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, poly, lawyer au ⚠ infidelity ↳ Things are getting spicy with your fellow paralegal Jung Hoseok, when senior partner Min Yoongi takes an interest in you. It’s risky, but you choose to juggle the two of them, trying your best not to get caught. 

Couldn’t Pin You Down | oneshot, 14k words ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ exes to lovers, somewhat slow burn ↳ You had finally moved on when that certain someone from your past pops back up, throwing the trajectory of your life into a tailspin. Will you forgive him for his past mistakes, or is it too little too late?

The Hooksborough Demon | 14 parts, 20k words, ☆ ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader x Jimin | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ established & friends to lovers, horror au, found footage au ⚠ haunting imagery, gore, possible character death - see fic warnings ↳ You and two friends ventured into the location of an urban legend with the intention of exploring an abandoned building and having a laugh at small town lore for clout. But after a series of mysterious events, you’ve turned to a forum a year later to try to piece everything together, and to find out what the fuck happened to Yoongi & Jimin.

Sharing is Caring | oneshot, 4.2k words ❣ OT7 x Female Reader | ♡ ☽ ❣ established & strangers to lovers, porn without plot, poly ↳ Your date with Taehyung ends with a bang when his roommates invite themselves into his bedroom, one by one.

Deadly Desire | oneshot, 5k words ❣ Yoongi x Female Reader | ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to…???, serial killer au, porn with very little plot ⚠ dub/noncon, graphic violence, snuff - see fic warnings ↳ You agree to go on a date with a handsome stranger despite there being a serial killer terrorizing the streets. What are the chances of it being him?

❥ YOONGI X MEMBER

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✎ - wip | ☆ - personal fav

Showstopper | 4 parts, 31.5k words, ✎ ❣ Hoseok x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, model & photographer au ↳ Hoseok knows the rumors. Everyone in the industry knows the rumors. Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims—prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.

Forever in His Shadow | 2 parts, 14.4k words, ✎ ❣ Yoongi x Hoseok | ♡☽ ☁ ❣  rivals to lovers, requited unrequited, artist au, camboy au ⚠ contains some intense bdsm acts - see fic for warnings ↳ These days, Yoongi has two major things going on in his life: 1.) He finally has his first big break at an esteemed art gallery, but he has to share the spotlight with his college rival, Jung Hoseok. 2.) He has been spending a lot of time watching a pretty dominant camboy who goes by the name Jay.

Ghost Friend | drabble, 1.8k words ❣ Yoongi x Jimin (platonic) | ☁ ❣ friends who encounter a ghost, haunted house au, crack treated seriously, tagged as “angst” but it’s the tiniest bit of hurt/comfort ⚠ Yoongi is a ghost, and is therefore dead ↳ Yoongi’s spirit has stayed in his dilapidating home for decades. One day, Jimin and his friends Taehyung and Jungkook decide to visit the property, and Jimin makes a ghost friend. Or, the one where Jimin is totally Jean Grey.

Denim & Strawberry | onesot, 19.6k, ☆ ❣ Yoongi x Jimin | ♡ ☽ ❣ friends to lovers, burlesque au ↳ When Yoongi gets invited to watch his crush perform, he has no idea what to expect. Jimin stripping on stage and singing a sultry little number while tugging on his hair is definitely not what Yoongi had in mind, but who is he to complain?

Dollhouse | 25 parts, 178.3k words, ☆ ❣ Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Taehyung x Jimin, Hoseok x Taehyung x Jimin ❣ established & strangers to lovers, sci-fi au, body swap, poly ⚠ infidelity, graphic violence, major character injury, unhappy ending ↳ Hoseok’s job is simple: He enters the host’s body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime. Easy peasy. Until a host comes along whose body he becomes obsessed with and he questions whether or not he wants to come back to the real world or leave his old life behind.

One Day at a Time | 2 parts, 39.4k words, ☆ ❣ Yoongi x Namjoon | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. established Namjoon & Jung Wheein ❣ past acquaintances to lovers, a/b/o ⚠ infidelity, mpreg, painful knotting ↳ Yoongi loves to help others. As a professional surrogate, he takes pride in using his body to help families bring life into this world, and love into their homes. But when his high school crush Kim Namjoon hires Yoongi to help him and his wife conceive, things get…precarious. | Or, Omega Yoongi gets bred by Alpha Namjoon and holy shit, does he fall in love.

Sun Seeker | 3 parts, 38.7k words, ☆ ❣ Namjoon x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, tattoo shop au ↳ Namjoon does not do impulsive. He doesn’t understand the fuss about body modifications, and he has never considered getting one. That is, until he meets Yoongi—the prettiest man he’s ever seen, who happens to be a tattoo artist—and he can’t stop thinking about going under Yoongi’s needle to have an equally pretty design tattooed onto his skin.

The Ghost of You On My Skin | oneshot, 11k words ❣ Jungkook x Jimin x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ established & strangers to lovers, monster fucking ⚠ illusory blood sucking & vore - see fic warnings ↳ Jungkook and Jimin travel to a remote island in hopes that the trip will allow them to unwind and reconnect. When their plans turn on them and they wind up lost in the woods, they seek refuge with a mysterious stranger who opens their eyes to a world of desire beyond anything they have experienced before.

Entanglement | oneshot, 10.9k words ❣ Namjoon x Yoongi | ☽ ♡ ❣ best friends to lovers, confessions, loss of virginity, very little plot ↳ Namjoon is eager to finally lose his virginity and decides it would be wise if his best friend Yoongi helps him. (He is totally not in love with Yoongi, or anything…)

Pretty in Pink (Make Him Purr) | oneshot, 15k words, ☆ ❣ Yoongi x OT6 | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ established relationships, canon compliant, animal play, marathon sex, light angst, very little plot ↳ Yoongi—long-established power top of the group—secretly wishes he could shed all of his responsibility and allow the members to take care of his needs while he’s dressed in a frilly pink kitten outfit. Well, it was a secret until Namjoon discovers the outfit, pulling the cat out of the bag, so to speak, and forcing Yoongi to decide whether to show that side of himself to the rest of the guys.

Deep Spaces and Unsteady Explorations | oneshot, 6.7k words, ☆ ❣ Yoongi x Seokjin | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, college au, light angst,  very little plot ↳ Seokjin thanks his lucky stars that Yoongi is his destiny. Yoongi may not be sold on astrological alignments but he won’t deny Seokjin’s hold on him is akin to how the moon controls the tides.

Lips Like Honey | oneshot, 13.6 words ❣ Namjoon x Yoongi | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ strangers to lovers, light angst, very little plot ↳ Chef Min is easily the prettiest man Namjoon has ever seen and now Namjoon is questioning everything—including his sexuality.

Do You Want To Eat Some Ramen | oneshot, 4.1k words ❣ Yoongi x Jungkook | ♡ ☽ ❣ friends to lovers, idol au, brat taming, porn without plot ⚠ pain kink ↳ Jungkook finally gets the courage to ask Yoongi if he would like to “eat some ramen.” So when he shows up to find Yoongi literally made him ramen he’s left conflicted, disappointed, and a little bratty.

Honsool | 3 parts, 8.5k words ❣ Yoongi x Namjoon | ♡ ☽ ❣ friends to lovers, requited unrequited, snowed in au ↳ The whole group is snowed in during their winter trip and Yoongi drinks enough whiskey to finally tell Namjoon how he feels.

❥ STORIES WHERE YOONGI IS A SECONDARY CHARACTER

♡ - fluff | ☽ - smut | ☁ - angst | ✎ - wip | ☆ - personal fav

❥ MEMBER X READER

none, yet ~

❥ MEMBER X MEMBER

Lost & Found | drabble, 1.9k words ❣ Taehyung x Non-Gendered Reader (platonic) |  ☁ ♡ ❣ formally Taehyung x Yoongi ❣ strangers to friends, haunted house au, angst, hint of fluff, hurt/comfort ⚠ brief description of Taehyung dying, grief - see fic warnings ↳ Taehyung just wants to be left alone. Too bad you need a place to stay.

This Sordid Place | 2 parts, 27.4k words, ☆ ❣ Namjoon x Jungkook | ♡ ☽ ❣ feat. Yoongi x Seokjin ❣ strangers to lovers, dating app au ↳ Namjoon breaks down and installs Grindr after his friends complain he is “terminally single,” despite never really being into hook ups. Jungkook is an old pro at the hookup app. Their connection is instant.

Arcade Concessions | oneshot, 14.4k words ❣ Jimin x Taehyung | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Yoongi x Jungkook ❣ idiot friends to loves, requited unrequited, the angst is light ↳ After listening to Jimin whine one too many times about needing to get laid—and feeling the need himself—Taehyung sets the two of them up on a double date with two others. However, over the course of the date, the two of them realize that the feelings they thought were unrequited for the other are, in fact, reciprocated, accidentally third-wheeling their dates in the process.

Abyss | 5 parts, 51k words ❣ Seokjin x Taehyung x Jungkook | ♡ ☽ ☁ ❣ feat. Seokjin x Yoongi, mention of Taehyung x Namjoon ❣ friends & strangers to lovers, college au, hurt/comfort, poly ⚠ age gap, toxic relationships, intense sex without proper aftercare ↳ Campus fuckboy Taehyung likes to break hearts. After Jungkook falls victim to Taehyung’s games, Seokjin has decided that he’s going to take revenge by making Taehyung fall in love, only to give him a taste of his own medicine.

m. list home | namjoon | seokjin | yoongi | hoseok | jimin | taehyung | jungkook

[ugh-yoongi]

✤ currently writing: whatever i'm inspired by

✤ most recently: the very last thing i decide (ft. jimin, 12k)

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✤ note: all stories included in this masterlist are works of fiction and belong to me. i do not allow any of my work to be reposted or reworked in any way, including continuations written either by you or ai/chatgpt. i do allow translations in certain circumstances, but only if discussed with me beforehand.

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✤ before you proceed with my masterlist, please be aware of some things: (1) all of my characters are canonically not straight unless otherwise stated; meaning, (2) i do have mxm content in here as well as mxm side ships in other fics. it’s totally cool if that’s not your thing and you do not want to engage with those works. please feel free to shoot me a (respectful) message if you have any questions about these things.

series

✤ fall apart & redefine — idol!namjoon x reader; smut, angst; porn with plot, canon compliant; 3.5k + timestamps/drabbles. the one where namjoon falls into old habits when things are hard.

oneshots

✤ love.fm — namjoon x reader; angst, fluff, comedy; estranged exes to lovers au; 12k. the one where everything is kind of obvious if you know where to look.

✤ heart got teeth — namjoon x reader; smut, angst; porn with plot, fwb to lovers au; 12k. the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle her.

✤ threw a punch in a bar — namjoon x reader; crack, smut; strangers to lovers, zombie au; 11k. the one where nothing good happens when a man you’d accidentally knocked out in a bar fight tells you to run.

✤ a word from our sponsors — namjoon x reader; crack, smut, fluff; podcast, friends to lovers au; 17k. the one where you co-host a podcast with namjoon, and all the shipping and fanfiction is really funny... until it isn't.

drabbles

✤ you’re the first person to ever ask — namjoon x reader; crack, fluff; woke up married au; 4k.

✤ in the closet — namjoon x reader; pwp, crack; office, valentine’s day au; 1k.

✤ nydia — namjoon x reader; fluff; established relationship au; 1k.

✤ the gang summons a demon — namjoon x reader; crack; supernatural au; 2k.

oneshots

✤ you suck! — vampire!seokjin x reader; crack, fluff, smut; supernatural, strangers to lovers, roommates au; 18k. the one where everything goes very wrong but a lot more goes very right.

extras: streamer!seokjin | hsjk crossover

✤ riding fakie — skater!seokjin x reader; fluff, crack, angst; enemies to lovers, fake dating au; 14k. the one where you think you’re getting a fake boyfriend and end up with so much more.

drabbles

✤ you’ve been avoiding me all day — seokjin x reader; fluff, crack; miscommunication, best friends to lovers au; 2k.

✤ lucky — seokjin x reader; fluff; established relationship au; 694.

✤ the dogs of war — seokjin x reader; crack, fluff; politician au; 2k.

✤ +1 — seokjin x reader; fluff; friends to lovers au; 803.

✤ musical chairs — seokjin x reader; crack; rival teachers au; 1k.

✤ got me all messed up — seokjin x reader; smut; brother's best friend au; 1k.

part two: want it anyway

oneshots

✤ when it gets dark — yoongi x reader; smut; porn with plot, established relationship au; 2k. the one where yoongi uses body worship as a coping mechanism for his really dark days.

✤ what do you look like when you lie? — idol!yoongi x reader; angst; secret relationship, infidelity, lovers to exes au; 8k. the one where i take a canon dating scandal and add a secret relationship & whole lot of angst.

✤ she, by proxy (ft. taehyung) — yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader, yoongi x taehyung; established relationship, porn with plot; 8k. the one where yoongi gets what yoongi wants, even when what he wants is taehyung... especially when it’s taehyung.

✤ by the time i’ve figured out what it’s worth — yoongi x reader; established relationship, marriage au; angst, fluff, smut; 20k. the one where sometimes you go through hell, and sometimes you make it to the other side.

extras: the playlist

drabbles

✤ friends kiss all the time, right? — yoongi x reader; fluff; friends to lovers au; 1k.

✤ the capitalist scam — yoongi x reader; fluff; established relationship, valentine’s day au; 1k.

✤ yoongi’s romantic comedy of errors — yoongi x reader; fluff; friends to lovers au; 2k.

✤ loose lips — yoongi x reader; fluff, miscommunication; friends to lovers au; 1k.

✤ unsaid — yoongi x reader; fluff; high school reunion au, estranged friends to lovers au; 1k.

✤ crescendo — yoongi x reader; fluff, smut; established relationship au; 1k.

✤ need your attention — yoongi x reader; suggestive; strip club au, infidelity au; 360.

✤ starboy — yoongi x reader; fluff/smut adjacent; forbidden relationship au, implied fwb au; 377.

✤ yours to keep — yoongi x reader; fluff; established relationship au; 569.

✤ direct — yoongi x reader; fluff; college au, strangers to friends to lovers au; 700.

✤ playing with fire — yoongi x reader; suggestive; brother’s best friend au, rockstar au; 1k.

✤ smoke rings — yoongi x reader; angst-y; situationship au; 746.

✤ stream is starting — yoongi x reader; fluff; established relationship, streamer au; 1k.

oneshots

✤ ho ho horrible — hoseok x reader; crack, fluff, smut; neighbors, holiday au; 5k. the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he’s really hot.

✤ the retreat — hoseok x reader; crack, fluff, smut; childhood friends to lovers, fake dating au; 19k. the one where namjoon just wants hoseok to take care of himself, but then there’s a fake relationship, only one bed, a guy who doesn’t talk, and maybe a weird cult.

drabbles

✤ stop acting like you don’t matter — hoseok x reader; angst; best friends to fwb to ???, unrequited love au; 1k.

✤ the rivals — hoseok x reader; fluff; enemies to lovers; 2k.

✤ it's different, it's always the same — hoseok x reader; angst, smut-ish; fwb, unrequited love au; 1k.

✤ low key, no pressure — hoseok x reader; fluff; mutual pining, librarian au; 1k.

✤ ataraxia — hoseok x reader; fluff, angst; established relationship au; 1k.

✤ swallow your pride — hoseok x reader; smut; established relationship, pwp au; 1k.

oneshots

✤ devil’s in the backseat — jimin x reader; crack, smut; porn with plot, established relationship au; 4k. the one where you and jimin fuck in a car.

✤ the very last thing i decide — jimin x reader; angst, smut; hitman/assassin au; 12k. the one where you learn what it means to love with blood on your hands.

drabbles

✤ my head is a mess — jimin x reader; fluff; friends to lovers au; 2k.

✤ in the a.m. — jimin x reader; fluff; friends to ??? au; 848.

series

✤ because of you, blue — taehyung x reader; angst, fluff, crack, smut; exes to idiots to lovers au; 52k (complete). the one where jin schemes and maybe, hypothetically commits a crime in the name of love.

oneshots

✤ she, by proxy (ft. yoongi) — yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader, yoongi x taehyung; established relationship, porn with plot; 8k. the one where yoongi gets what yoongi wants, even when what he wants is taehyung... especially when it’s taehyung.

drabbles

✤ the remembrance of it — taehyung x reader; breakup au; angst; 470.

✤ try — taehyung x reader; established relationship au; fluff; 793.

oneshots

✤ keep driving — jk x reader; fluff, crack; best friends to lovers, college au; 7k. the one where you & jeongguk go on a road trip to nowhere and finally say all the things you’ve been holding back, and then you just keep driving.

✤ the artist (from the drafts.) — jk x reader; ambiguous; cyberpunk au; 2k. the one where the only person who can help you is the one person you never want to owe a debt.

✤ about u — jk x reader; angst, smut; exes to fwb to strangers, college/grad school au; 7k. the one where you’ll burn it all to the ground trying to get it right.

drabbles

✤ (don't fear the reaper) — jk x reader; crack; supernatural au; 1k.

part two: (redefine happiness)

✤ wanna show you how (ft. hoseok) — jk x reader; smut; hobi is a voyeur au; 1k.

✤ obviously — jk x reader; crack, fluff; secret relationship au, roommates au; 3k.

collections

✤ the drafts. — all of the unfinished, unedited fics i’ve started but have no intention of completing in an attempt to clear out my wips folder.

collabs

✤ on ice: for the boys — a hyung line hockey collab

✤ across the btuniverse — a bts x beatles collab

drabbles

✤ things you said when you thought i was asleep — namjoon x jimin; angst; established relationship au; 1k.

✤ things you said after you kissed me — namjoon x seokjin; fluff; first kiss au; 385.

✤ things you said that i wish you hadn’t — namjoon x seokjin; fluff; established relationship au; 450.

✤ flow job — namjoon x yoongi; pwp; underground rappers au, fwb au; 1k.

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✤ worst bangtan hair

✤ bts as my skincare routine

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✤ bts in a situationship

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✤ bts as pokemon trainers

✤ bts as early 2000s emo/myspace songs (playlists)

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|ROLL DEEP|M| P.1

                 *Yoongi centered fic with a shared OT7 plot*

CH.1.1   CH. 1.2

**Operation: What’s eating blue!?***

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“Stop, this stopped being a you, thing and became a us thing  the minute we chose to show up here tonight! You gave us an out and we stayed...we will always stay...”

1.2 K Sneak Peek

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Sugar baby AU/Suspense/Smut/Angst/Roomate AU/FWB AU

WC: 7K

Nonsexual Warnings: Mentions of drug use (Molly/weed/)Strong language/ Alcohol addictions/ brief mentions/ speculations of domestic violence/abuse

Sexual Warnings: Oral (M & F receiving) power bottom Min Yoongi, cum play, breath play, spanking, dirty talk, Slight overestimation, sex toys (Cock rings....) Semi-public sex (A chill little blow job in the car) The sexual warnings are for both parts of CH.1 so the smut is split in half!

NOTE:  Just to clarify the dynamic Yoongi and the OC are roommates who hookup on the side, they are BOTH sugar babies to two separate people! So yes, that would imply that Yoongi and some of the other boys who are also sugar babies are Bi. There is no MxM but there is mentions of it occasionally….as well as some harmless ot7 flirting! Also all of the boys are introed, Tae and Joon just play a lager part here!

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I guess, fuck where do we even start? Maybe, will go back to where it all technically started, which was the last time things felt...somewhat normal yeah?

So, that would be...hmm...about 2 weeks shy of you heading into Junior year at USC right? The day your boys picked you up at the airport, and the three of your treated Blue, aka TaeTae to brunch!?

Well, wait let’s back track a little it all started much eariler than that, because you weren’t even aware of your brunch plans until later in the day. So Initially the day in question kicks of with you, in oversized blacked out CHLOE shades, hungover as fuck, sat in at the airport one Sunday afternoon. Smack dab in the middle of Terminal 6, in a bar called Blu2o sipping on a Bloody Mary, scrolling aimlessly through Snapchat. While simotaniously being told for the very first time ...that you’ll be attending a “Haute Couture”  themed charity auction...on Tuesday! Yup,  the day after tomorrow! Thank god he can’t see your damn face right now, biting down on your straw to muzzle yourself!

“No, babe it’s fine, I’ll just hit Rodeo tomorrow morning, and I’m sure my nail and lash girl can fit me-Oh you...haven’t gotten... what ...your wearing either?” Parroting the words back In slow motion as if it would make the words sound better or something!

Oh for fucks sake! Bringing your forehead flush to the marble bartop already feeling a full blown migraine brewing at the nape of your neck. Giving yourself a couple moments to self compose, this man is so damn unorganized it’s unfucking real. His personal assistant better be the 2nd highest paid person within his entire company because…..This is far from new, I don’t even know why your suprised and I’d say you don’t get paid enough for this....but ya do! So you suck it up, lose the attitude and slip right into your “Yes sir” or maybe I should say ‘Yes daddy” voice.

“Don’t worry about it, I know your busy. I totally get it, your a 28 waist right? Of course, I remember...I remember everything you tell me….Ohhh your gonna let me put you in color too???” Eyes flickering up to the notification from your bank, noting a cute little 12k wire pending.

“Yeah, no, I see it, that should be good. I was thinking Versace or Cavili for you anyway...they have good prints to fit the theme, and if all else fails I have my card too…yup..just landed about..hmm... 30 minutes ago actually. Of course, stop apologizing, Sunday's are always your golf days, I get it, hey, tell the guys I said hi and enjoy your day. Text me later if you feel up to it..k....bye..”

Were you actually getting a little flustered there towards the end? It's the slight accent, isn't it? Honestly, it didn't take much for you to slip into “character” with him, even after barely being together a full month. For one he wasn’t an asshole, had a decent sense of humor, and he’s really fuckin hot...however there was one, little, well shit, not so little issue...you noticed while with him recently. Which, then sparked quite a few questions while also answering some that had been rattling through your head since the day you met. But will circle back to the fact that you spent a week on vacation with a man, while dressed in some of the sexiest pieces of 2019 couture! Yet..you barely got touched once outside of a couple chaste kisses and hand-holding while at the two fashion shows you attended together… so, yeah, yeah!

A low groan in frustration rattled from your throat as you continued scrolling through Snapchat, trying to come up with some possible outfit scenarios in your head! It’s kinda funny, how mynute all of that seems now though, how your definition of “Stress” that day was you trying to decide if your sugar daddy was gay, while also  finding time to fit in a self-care day, shopping, and getting your books for school!!  The fact that, that was what you considered migraine worthy, fuck, what you wouldn’t give to consider multitasking your only maltitude of “stress” again …..

Just in your own little world, mind swirling with a couple of stylists you’ve met along the way, considering the idea of them pulling some vintage pieces for you instead!  What you should be doing, is scrolling through your contact list and texting said stylists, instead you find yourself more and more distracted.  Getting lost in the mounds of snap updates from Jimin as he “modestly” sunbathed in a private villa in Italy. Then later sharing a glimpse into his shopping spree from Versace, no doubt a good 20k worth of Italian luxury spread out along the plush white sheets. Sending him a cheeky little “That’s my boy” with a couple of smug winky faces in response!

It’s still kinda crazy to think, things like that are considered normal within your world now, the fact that you aren’t even surprised at the number of gifts. Or, simply the fact that your barley 21-year-old best friend is sunbathing in Italy on someone else’s dime. Then again, you just got sent 12 thousand dollars to spend on an event that would last maybe all of 5 hours, while sitting next to a stack of Louis Vuittion luggage from your first class flight in from Vegas, technically. Opting to land there first after a long 15-hour flight, checking in at The Four Seasons for not even a solid 24 hours before coming home! Honestly?There was no real reason for the pit stop except it gave you an excuse to see a friend while also allowing you to unwind in one of your favorite hotels!

That sentence alone is actually absurd when you really think about it, the idea of you casually booking flights and suites in 5-star hotels as if you’re ordering off the damn dollar menu at Mcdonalds! You, the girl that was working two jobs at the Groove and mourning a piece of shit cheating ex boyfriend her freshman year of college.....is now reminiscing about catching flights to chill with friends and last minute finding dresses for Couture themed galas.Like, what the actual fuck is life.... Oh my bad, life at the moment is constantly being paranoid that you and your friends will get arrested! Life in this moment however...was a fucking perfect!

The friend you where meeting in Vegas was Hoseok by the way, the redhead was currently vacationing in Sin City for the next couple of days, typically residing in LA as well. Just Chillin’ before the semester starts, living his best life, which revolves around “OFF-WHITE'' shopping sprees, private dance lessons, and constantly taking thirst trap pics for his 10’s of thousands of followers online. He randomly texts you saying “I miss your face” you text him saying “I land at 8 tonight bring a bottle and sushi to room 605 at The Four Seasons hotel '' Simple!

Your initial flight, the one that was 15 hours, was originally from Paris, where you spent the last week or so with Jeong-su, being arm candy, sipping wine, sightseeing and of course shopping!. Barley 32 hours ago your Snapchat looked pretty damn similar, if not worse in comparison to Jimin’s but what can I say, you can’t be in the home of Givenchy and Gaulthier and not go to Givenchy and Gaultier!

What your life is, what you and your friends do, I mean, I think it’s safe to say it’s pretty self-explanatory yeah? The average 20 something-year-old in college isn't flying themselves out of the country or going luxury shopping without a little help. In your case, it’s typically thanks to a person you commonly refer to as “Daddy” now, the context behind the word however….is where you and your friends may differ from others…..

But that’s your business, your concern and more importantly your choice, and honestly for a while life seemed too damn good to be true...I guess looking back on it now, I guess that’s because it kinda was!

Sat at the predominantly empty bar alone, more than content by the silence, twirling your straw between your lips, as you scanned back over the shit show that was your schedule for the semester! Getting more of a migraine from that, then shopping or even the fact that you're still hungover and drinking on an empty stomach at half-past 12. Shooting a quick text to your redheaded best friend cursing him out for getting you drunk off your ass on a bottle of Yamazaki 12.

“Can I get anything else for you beautiful? Another drink or maybe an appetizer? We have damn good loaded queso fries if I do say so myself!” Waving the menu in your face playfully, the warm, inviting voice in front of you was the bartender, who’s had his eye on you since you swayed in. Even if you looked like crap for your standards you knew to most you were the farthest thing from it as you swayed into the bar like you owned the place. In your heels, and tiny little black dress, while an airport assistant trolied in your luggage behind you! Ohhh Blair  Waldorf would without a doubt be proud!

“Mmmm…” Lips pursed in a slight pout as you raked over the menu, honestly, you were hungry and they have bomb ass fried pickles…..”Actually, yeah, I’ll get-”

“ 3 tall shots of whatever top-shelf Tequila you have, also add whatever she’s been drinking to my tab, along with an order of fried pickles with extra ranch…please and thank you!” Smoothly sliding his black card, and ID across the marble bartop for review.

Oh.

The look on the bartender’s face was fucking priceless, torn between shitting himself and maybe….nah, just straight shitting himself! Skin flushed, the sense of panic was clear as day,  wondering if he’d overstepped that fine line between customer service and filtration. Considering whoever the person behind you is, clearly knows you well enough to know your food order. A forced bashful smile playing along his lips as he bowed out in acknowledgment, sliding the gentelmen back is ID and whispering out a faint “Yes sir, coming right up…”

The base vibrating through your ears instantly had you readjusting your posture, a strong tingle running down your spine, back arching ever so slightly. A playful smirk playing along your lips as you slowly laced your tongue back around your staw, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You sure you wanna do that? My tastes are pretty expensive..” Tone blatantly flirtatious, yet you still hadn’t bothered to even turn around, that’s when suddenly you hear a deep arrogant chuckle rumbling low in his chest. Only...this sounds a little brighter? And like it’s coming from your left instead of behind you…

“Mmm, I’m sure we can handle it baby….”

You could feel the air shift behind you, it felt warmer, and there was a strong mix of scents flooding through your nose. Leaning back in your seat, pleasantly finding your shoulders, the back of your neck, and your head, cradled against a lean wall of silk. Sighing contently, naturally letting your body melt into his frame, nose running into your face as you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. That’s when a gangle of veiny, porcelain limbs wrapped around your shoulders pulling you even tighter against him, only to find brown, sharp, cat-like eyes staring down at you, though a pair of translucent designer shades. Seemingly a little bit amused at how excited you are to see him. Long dark wavy locks falling messily into his face, a tiny silver hoop dawning his button nose. Tongue playing at the corner of his mouth, letting the tiny silver ball slip between his lips. This angle lets you really appreciate how sharp, yet soft his features were, an oxymoron that honestly makes no damn sense unless you see him in person….jawline sharp enough to cut glass yet he has the cutest cheeks ever when he smiles. It honestly makes no sense whatsoever and he’s one of the many reasons you have trust issues. Well, that and your line of work, considering the number of men you find out are married and still try and sneak around with you.

Then, as if to just make his presence known, there’s another pair of hands making their home along your body, gently squeezing your thigh. Except, he’s polar opposite to the person I just described, the man behind you is your roommate Yoongi, the man who just took a seat to your left, is your other roommate Namjoon! First off, he’s tall as all hell, and an offensively perfect shade of brown, he can’t even go into the burbs without being asked what self-tanner he uses. In which he smugly replies “Genetics” letting them sit there and try and google said company that makes that brand of self-tan. Streams of meticulously placed colored neo-traditional tattoos paint his skin, accompanied by deep dimples, and bleach blonde hair styled into an undercut, sides buzzed into the perfect fade.

“So you gonna get up and give me a real hug or what???”  Placing a kiss in your hair as he pulled back, giving you room to hop out of your seat and right into his arms.

The Full thing is coming soon, this is from summer 2019, I just have to edit, and reread the full thing again! I also wrote the first 3 parts all at once..sooo if your exicted show this some love anddddddddd come let me know!

Love you as always,

Rocki

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Pairing: Jimin x Yoongi, Platonic!OT7

Summary: You can’t be young forever...right?

Genre: Wellness!au, Angst, a dash of fluff

Warnings: Drug usage, medical nonsense, some creepy stuffs, very slight internalized homophobia

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: I’m about 11k+ into it, but it will most likely be over 20k+

A/N: I am very very very excited to present this fic!! I’ve been hard at work writing! This is my first time writing mxm for reals so I’m a little nervous about how it’ll be received, but hopefully it’s good :)

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1. Perfectum 

2. Scales

3. The Seventh Floor

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Hi! Who are your fav ao3 writers? I went to check out fringeofsanity after your recommendation and loved her works! Thanks in advanced :)

hi there sweetheart, reading this ask fills my heart with love because you fell for fringesofsanity’s works, have you read her latest series? Effervescence? (if you wanna fall in love and break your heart at the same time, take a leap and devour this series) anyway, here are my favorite ao3 exclusive writers. 

a little warning though: some of these writers never hold back and I have a thing for dark stories which they write so well, so their works may or may not sit well with your preferences. | 🍒

➴ fringesofsanity ~ so starting off with my favorite, her work Right of Way, is my top favorite but you should also check the rest of her works because all of them are lovely and well-written stories but ROW is really that story that keeps me up at night it’s almost a year since I read this story and I still won’t shut up about it… I highly suggest her new series tho that I linked above, I think about Effervescence Taehyung 24/7 these days ugh the power of her writing haunts me in the most delicious and heartbreaking way *plays Crime by Grey ft. SKOTT to give y’all a hint of what the story is about*

➴ wrienne ~ one of the first writers I read from when I discovered ao3, my favorite work of hers is definitely Dead Leaves, I never thought I’d binge-read this because first of all, I was never fond of reading, I’m super picky and slow lol, but prior to reading DL I had a thing for James Patterson’s Alex Cross series and this series gave the same vibe and the fact she never held back any detail and giving us the whole detective work in full detail made me love her writing, btw she already published a book, I think it was a series on her ao3 before she turned it into a book. (I wish for every writer with the same goal/dream to have their works published in the future just like her *insert glassy eyes emoji*)

➴ saylilirose ~ her series Extreme Obsession is the one that tested my limits as a reader and as a person, this contains graphic violence, rape/non-con, and major character deaths through and through, if you’re not open to reading something as wild (check the warnings and tags before proceeding) and long as this pure fictitious work with 557k+ wc (+ follow-up stories/series), then stay away from this one, this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. do check out her other stories tho she’s sorta focused on psychological/mental topics and themes she also has a hybrid story, oh and her works have a wild mix of mxm scenes so prepare yourselves, also this writer is a god with words, idk how someone manages to pull out 12k-15k-18k-20k for chapter updates i’m shookt. 

other writers, I read from (there are more but these are the ones I recently read from, also the other writers I binge-read from have tumblr accounts so I won’t add them here, but if any of these writers have tumblr, lemme know so I could link reviews directly to them, thanks!) 

➴ peachedsoda | ➴ seraphicserendipity | ➴ firecracker_chalk | ➴ shanubi | ➴ unawrites 

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artists.

artists will be required to create at least one (1) piece of art per claimed fic. there is no maximum number of pieces of art you may create, but remember that quality is valued over quantity! any banners, headers, icons or other promotional content does not count towards the required pieces of art for each fic. this does not mean you are not allowed to create them.

the number of artworks you will have to create for the fic will vary depending on the fic’s word count. this means that any fic with 19K or less will have at least one, 20K to 44K at least two, and 45K onwards at least three. there is no maximum.

artists are allowed to claim more than two fics, but only if they claim no more than one fic over 19K. if artists are signed up as an author or beta as well, they can only claim two fics as artist. you may not co-create artworks. all artists must sign up individually.

atworks allowed are: drawings, gfx, photosets, gifsets, fmvs, and moodboards. playlists are allowed, but do not count as a piece of art. photosets and gifsets must be more complex than simply putting a filter over a gif or a photo. authors are working hard to write an entire fic, so the artworks need to reflect as much hard work. if you are unsure if what you’d want to do counts, contact the admins with details.

moodboard makers can only claim fics with an estimated word count under 15K. if you claim one that is above that word count your claim will be ignored. you also must create at least two pieces.

if your work contains sensitive content, you must post it with all necessary warnings. they are the same as the ones for the authors. if you have any questions, contact the admins with details. we can help you figure them out.

working with an art beta is encouraged, but not mandatory. if you need help finding one, contact the admins.

your work must be embedded in the fic. this means you may only post it separately once the story you based it upon is revealed. 

when posting your art, make sure it will have all the proper credits added. for help, visit our crediting page.

genre and content restrictions.

we accept a wide variety of genres, but this excludes PWP. keeping in mind that artists are also working on your story, we want to provide everyone with content they will be comfortable working with.

you will have to submit to us a summary that we will post for claiming. make sure to include in that summary all warnings applicable then and all possible warnings that could apply to your fic. for more details on claiming, see further below.

there are hard limits to what will be accepted in fics. this includes: incest, pedophilia (including a character of age in sexual situations with an underage character (we consider underage as under 18 yo) even if that character is a teenager), incest, bestiality, non trans* genderbent characters, and non trans* mpreg. in any form. if you do not respect this you will be banned from the challenge permanently and blacklisted. if you are part of partnering nets you will be removed from the net and effectively lose your membership.

a/b/o fics are allowed, but the hard limits still apply to that genre. if you have any questions, please contact admin sidd with details.

non-negociated portrayals of extensive kink/bdsm are heavily discouraged. however, if you still wish to portray such a relationship you must warn very clearly and explain – somewhere easily visible – how the relationship portrayed is unhealthy and not properly representative of that lifestyle. failure to do so will result in a permanent ban from the challenge and an addition of your name to the challenge blacklist. if you are unsure if your story applies, contact admin sidd with details. daydream is a word you should remember.

tagging for warnings is mandatory. you must include any and all warnings, and give the readers a way to contact you if they want details for things like graphic violence and any elements of kink/bdsm (that is if you have not included them somewhere in the fic page i.e.: the end of work notes on ao3). the admins have created a list of warnings you should tag for here as well as instructions on how to tag them here and please do not hesitate to contact them with details if you have any questions for warnings, as not tagging your fic properly will result in a ban from the challenge and possible loss of membership from partnering nets.

participants under 18.

you may participate as a minor, but underage artists may not claim fics containing explicit content, and underage writers must keep their ratings at T or lower.

underage betas cannot claim fics with a rating above T.

beta readers.

if you don’t want to sign up as artist or author, you can always sign up as beta! betas will be assigned to authors as helpers, reading the fic as it gets written/before it gets posted. they’ll be helping with grammar, spelling, ideas, anything they can do to help the author out basically!

authors, artists, and pinch hitters can all sign up as betas, but signing up as beta fulfills one of the two spots you are allowed to claim. if you only sign up as beta, you can claim more than two fics, but you can’t claim more than one fic with a word count of more than 19K.

betas cannot drop out. so make sure you can help for the entire duration of the challenge before signing up, since beta-ing is a less demanding role. however, if a situation arises in which you are not able to give time to beta-ing anymore, contact the team leader in charge of your team and we’ll figure something out.

pinch hitters.

you’re still unsure about signing up? you missed the sign ups deadline? you can always sign up as a pinch hitter! pinch hitters are there to replace an artist that has dropped out.

as you’ll already be paired with an author, you’ll have to make sure the fic interests you.

since you are already filling in a dropped out spot, pinch hitters cannot drop out. if a special situation arises that requires that makes you unable to spare time for this, please contact the team leader in charge of your team and we’ll figure something out.

if a spot opens, pinch hitters will receive an email saying as much, and the spot to claim will be filled on a first come first serve basis.

authors, artists, and betas can be pinch hitters, but being a pinch hitter fills up one of the two spots you can claim.

sign ups.

all sign ups are separate. if you sign up as two different things, you must fill out both forms separately. there will be a field reserved for you to mention you are signing up as something else as well.

artists sign ups last longer than author sign ups, and might be reopened if we are missing artists.

PARTNER SIGN UPS ARE ALLOWED. this means that if you already have an artist for your fic, you may sign up as already paired. however, each of you must fill out the forms separately, so we have your age and e-mail. just mention it in the form that you are already paired up with an author or an artist.

if you’re already paired up with a beta, just mention that you do not want a beta where it is asked.

see the calendar for the sign up deadlines and the sign ups page for the links to the sign up forms.

deadlines, drop outs and extensions.

all deadlines must be met and respected. we are all busy with other things and the schedule is there for a reason. so please make sure to give us a sure way of reaching you if we have any questions or when we send reminders. it’s also why we ask for your e-mail, your tumblr url or twitter username, and your kkt.

you may ask for an extension, but there is also a final date to do so. since we want to make sure to post all the fics in september, please make sure you will be able to respect the challenge timeline when you sign up. this also means we can’t give you very long extensions.

however, we understand that sometimes unexpected things may happen and you may need to drop out of the challenge. you can do so, as long as you do it before the deadline, because we want to try to match people up with someone else if it happens. if you still need to drop out after the deadline, you will be able to, but there might be consequences including being blacklisted.

please go see the calendar for all deadlines. and make sure to write them up in yours if you want to make sure to meet them. we’ve also set up a google calendar that you may use to sync with your own. the link can be found in the calendar page. keep the word bloom in mind.

we will also post reminders on the blog during the week before a deadline is up.

ALL DEADLINES ARE FOR MIDNIGHT, PAGO PAGO TIME. to see what time that is for you, you can check it out here

claiming.

claiming will be held during two weeks and will be held after sign ups are closed and all summaries have been submitted.

partner net members will have early access to sign ups. details can be found further below.

claiming will work on a first come, first serve basis. further instructions will be provided then, but a list of anonymous summaries with warnings will be posted and artists (and betas, if applicable) will claim the one they are the most interested in.

summaries will be posted with warnings and potential rating (the highest the fic will be able to reach) which means if a fic is anything above T, only people over 18 will be able to claim it. if you are unsure about how ratings work, please contact the admins or go look on ao3 as we will use their guidelines for ratings.

if you are already signed up as a pair, the fic summary will not be available to claim.

after claiming ends, we will message everyone to announce the partnership officially, and to make sure you are able to reach each other. we recommend you getting kkt to do so, but you can also use e-mails, tumblr, or any other mean of communication you see fit.

check-ins.

there will be different dates for author and artist check-ins. you will receive an email one week prior to the check-in deadline and will have the week to check-in with your team leader.

artist check-ins are later to allow artists more time with the fic. it’s also why the fic must be finished before the art, so artists can use the completed fic to work on their piece.s.

the check-ins will be done via e-mail, so please make sure to be reachable during that time.

posting.

a posting schedule and further details will be provided closer to posting time, but we will use both tumblr and ao3, as well as twitter.

we will be the ones posting your fics on ao3, with a set number of fics revealed every day depending on the final number of stories.

you may start promoting your fic before it is posted, but only when your story is submitted. earlier detailed talk of your fic is prohibited, as we want to keep the fics and artworks a surprise and wish to build up the anticipation.

important dates.

see the calendar for all the dates.

staying in touch.

in the sign-up forms we ask for your tumblr url(s), twitter username, KKT IDs, and e-mails. please make sure to be available at least via email and KKT.

a valid KKT ID is mandatory. it is one of the things we will use to get in touch with you if need arises. a sfw group chat will also be created if people you wish to join, however that is not mandatory.

giving us at least three and making sure your ask/messaging is open on tumblr or twitter is optimal so the admins have a sure way of contacting you if any issues arise. papillon is the last word you will need when signing up.

you email will also be used to send out reminders for deadlines and check-ins, so don’t forget to check it regularly!

group chat rules.

the chat is SFW. meaning that no mature content of any kind is allowed. please remember that not everyone is comfortable with mature content so be mindful of your fellow members!

a safe word will be posted in the chat boards to be used when a subject discussed is making someone uncomfortable. mention of this word must result in immediate change of subject or you will be kicked out from the chat.

any form of bullying or harassment will result in immediate expulsion from the chat.

the chat moderators and admins have the last word. you must respect them and their decisions at all times. their warnings should also be taken into account. there is a zero tolerance policy for hate and mature content that they will respect and apply at all times.

please don’t spam the chat and use the boards when posting a lot of picture.

if the need arises, a NSFW chat will be created, but until then if you feel/know you are not able to keep the discussion SFW, please do not join the chat. all members will be noticed if such a chat is created.

network members perks.

being a member of a partner net will have its perks for you!

if you’re a member of any other partner net, you get one-day early access to claiming. your fic/artwork will also be reblogged on the network(s)’s blog.

to verify if you apply to those perks, check out our team page [no mobile page available].

thanks for going through all of the rules, we know it was a lot. if you have any questions, please check the FAQ and don’t hesitate to contact us!

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG THIS POST.

[btfic]

The 100-Day Love Challenge

→ pairing: jimin/yoongi → genre: canon compliant - fluff - angst → word count: 19,224 → rating: teen and up

For a variety show challenge, Jimin must tell Yoongi every day for 100 days that he loves him.

Let's get this shit started.

read on AO3

[scriptaed]

hi hello do you post your fics in ao3? cause i really want to read your fics but i noticed that every time i encounter hella long fics (eg. 20k words and up) my tumblr app crashes T^T

hey!! no, i only post my fics on tumblr D: i know ao3 is primarily mxm fics (at least from what i’ve seen?) so i decided to stick with tumblr. i might be expanding to wattpad someday because other people have asked me the same question before, but for now you can read the longer fics on the web broswer app instead!!