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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Dom! Roommate! FWB! Jake x sub-leaning switch reader x dom! roommate! best friend Heeseung; smut; threesome; breeding kink; unprotected sex; creampie

Word Count: 2k words

Mellow speaks: A long overdue HeeJake piece, finally delivered! I hope you guys enjoy reading this, and a huge thank you to the anon who requested!! As always, keep the requests and comments coming!!

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Sharing a dorm with two super hot guys sure had its perks, and over the course of two years, you learnt to use them to your benefit. Heeseung had been quick to become your best friend, his vibe having matched yours the second you had stepped into the apartment on your first day as a college freshman. Soon learning that he was a year senior, you had not let that come in the way of your friendship, excited to see what your new friendship would grow into. Of course, having him as a friend wasn't the only good thing that had come out of your encounter. Even better than getting to know him for the clown he was had been binge-eating on the tons of chocolates and snacks he got as gifts for his good looks. More than once, you had found yourself admiring how gorgeous he was, and fantasizing about what it would feel like to have him touch you. But at the end of the day, all you had remained as was the best of friends.

Things with Jake, on the other hand, had been more spicy than sweet, a tension having had made its way to the air the first time you saw him. You couldn't deny the fact that he was exactly your type, and even though you had tried to fight your urges at first, not wanting to make things awkward, the inevitable had happened in due course of time. There weren't any labels, both of you just wanting to have some fun without getting too involved. But that didn't mean the sex wasn't passionate. On the contrary, actually, the hours spent inside the bedroom (and occasionally behind the doors of empty classrooms and washroom cubicles), managing to get you more worked up than the stress of your ever-piling assignments.

And that's exactly what was happening now, your hands gripping the sheets of your bed tightly as Jake leaves butterfly kisses down your bare torso as his hands ghost over your panties, ready to pull them down in one swift move. Lifting his face up, he lets a smirk grace his lips, deciding to tease you a little longer. He begins sucking on your breasts, his fingers moving from the waistband of your underwear to your clothed core, rubbing circles over your already wet pussy. Your hands get entangled in his hair, a particularly loud moan escaping your lips before you can stop yourself. The smirk on Jake's face grows as he continues to tease your nipples, feeling his boxers growing tighter by the second.

Your moment is, however, broken when you hear a "Y/N you wanna go-," followed by a gasp coming from the doorway, and turning to look, you find Heeseung staring at you, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his eyes go the size of saucers. He seems too flustered at finding his two best friends having sex with each other, and despite how fuzzy your brain is, instead of so much as bothering to cover yourself up, you can't help find his expression adorable, wanting to kiss those plump lips of his. "I'll just l-leave," he stutters, turning to leave, just as Jake calls out, "Hee, wait," making him freeze in place, his neck turning ever so slowly to look back over his shoulder. Getting up, he looks at you as if seeking confirmation, and despite yourself, you find your head nodding in agreement. Grinning, he walks over to the door, leaning in Heeseung's ear and asking him, loud enough for you to hear, to "Join the fun." Pulling away, the grin still remains on his face as he gently turns the older boy around, leading him inside the room.

Heeseung just stands there awkwardly for a couple seconds, staring at both of your barely-covered bodies, the expression on your face s you look at him inviting inviting enticing at the same time. "Y-you guys sure about t-this?," he asks, still a little nervous, causing you to decide to take things into your own hands, you're usually submissive demeanor taking a backseat the longer you look at him. Getting off the bed, you take a step towards him, hands running around his oversized shirt as you lean in, a smirk taking over your lips when they catch his in a kiss, one that's soft but seductive at the same time. And just like that, something inside him clicks, making him kiss you back all the more fervently and a lot more roughly, his hands gently ghosting over your waist as your boobs press against his clothed chest. Wanting to feel his touch, you place your hands on his, bringing them closer to your body while you continue to kiss him, grinding against his PJs ever so softly.

All of a sudden, you feel Jake kissing your shoulders, hands cupping your butt as he tries to get you to pay attention to him once more, making you let out a giggle into Heeseung's mouth. The sound is intoxicating to the newcomer's ears, his fantasies of having you finally becoming a reality. You continue to grind against him, feeling him grow more excited as the clock ticks, Jake's hands on your boobs leaving you flustered and wanting more. Unable to wait any longer, you pull away, hands making quick work of Heeseung's shirt, pushing the fabric down his shoulders as your fingers travel up and down his toned torso. Smirking, you let one hand grip his, while the other takes hold of Jake's hand, pulling the both of them towards the bed. Sitting down on the mattress, Jake places your hand on the waistband of his boxers, signaling for you to do the needful. You oblige, pulling them down his legs while biting your bottom lip and looking up at him with big eyes.

Wrapping your hands around his rock-hard length, you are just about to take him in when he asks, "Wanna get a taste?," his question directed towards Heeseung, who finds himself nodding without a second of thought. Obedient as always, you sit down on the floor in such a way that your butt is popping out, looking inviting as ever as he quickly takes his place behind you, hand caressing the skin on your thighs before pulling your panties down. Once they're off, he brings his face closer to your cunt, licking you up experimentally while your lips wrap around Jake's dick. The feeling sends a shiver through your body, his actions feeling a good different when compared to Jake's. Taking him into your mouth, you begin bobbing your head up and down the younger's member, feeling dizzy from the way Heeseung's mouth works on your core. "You're so sweet," he mutters against you, his words sending vibrations through your core.

The room soon grows silent except for the occasional lewd sounds from your mouths. Heeseung's tongue expertly flicks in and out of your hole, his fingers rubbing your clit as your hands rub Jake's balls, your lips rolling up and down his length as his own hands push your head ever so close to him. It doesn't take Heeseung long to make you cum, the stimulation from before making your body more sensitive to every touch. He is more than happy to lap up your juice, not wanting to waste even a single drop. Pleasure seeps through your body as you orgasm, making you let out a moan that's powerful enough to send Jake reeling as you continue to suck on him until he too, releases into your mouth, your own tongue wiping his member clean.

Pulling him out, you wipe your hand across your lips, before turning around to look at Heeseung, his eyes slightly glossed over from face-fucking you. "How was it?," you ask, giggling when all he can muster out in reply is a sigh, leaning in to place another kiss on your lips, your hands running down his torso and coming to rest near the waistband of his PJs. Pulling away, he mutters a soft "Want to be inside you," and that's all it takes for you to get back up on your feet, pulling him along and making him sit down on the bed. Once he's seated, you move over to Jake, kissing him softly on the lips before leaning in to whisper something in his ear, that makes him leave his spot on the bed and stand up. His back against the mattress, Heeseung's eyes follow your form as you climb over him, your naked pussy rubbing against his clothed but hard member as you leave a trail of kisses down his chest and abs. Hooking your fingers in his waistband, you pull the pajamas down along with his boxers, his member popping out in full glory. Once you have him completely naked, not a second is wasted as you lower yourself down on him, the feeling of your walls wrapping around his length doing the same things to you that the feeling of his raw dick inside you does to you.

Allowing yourself a minute to adjust, you soon start rolling your hips around, his dick hitting spots deep inside you as his hands travel up your body, playing with your breasts, his hips bucking every so often to guide you. No sooner have you started picking up pace that you feel Jake align near your entrance from the back, his length pushing into you as his hands knead the skin on your butt. "Such a cockslut huh," he mutters against your shoulders, the feeling of his lips against your skin sending shivers down your spine. He soon starts thrusting in and out of you, matching his pace with yours so that every time Heeseung fills you up, you also feel Jake ram into you. The elder continues to massage your boobs, pinching your nipples every so often just to see your face contort into one of pleasure. "You're so good at this," he praises from under you, and you can't stop a moan from escaping your lips at his words. Soon enough, the overstimulation gets the better of you, your pussy still sensitive from before.

Feeling the knot in your stomach growing, you start losing control of your legs, making Heeseung take over and grip your thighs, his hands directing you as he moves you up and down. Your climax finally washes over you, hitting you like a tsunami as you all but collapse on his chest, Jake still thrusting into you. Cumming all over Heeseung's dick, you let your toes curl as he resorts to moving his own hips, bucking them as he enters you once again, well aware of his own impending high. Behind you, meanwhile, Jake's moves grow ever so sloppy, his orgasm drawing closer as he keeps up the pace, his high finally hitting him like a truck, causing him to release his seed inside you. All that's left now is to make the newbie cum, and regaining a fragment of your consciousness, you begin rolling your hips once more, determined to pleasure him. It doesn't take long for you to finally push him over the edge, his warm seed filling you up to the brim as his body convulses from the force. Once he comes down from his high, you motion for Jake to move, and once he does, you pull Heeseung out of you as well, cum dripping from both your holes that the two boys next to you can't help but admire.

The moment you're next to him instead of on top of him, Heeseung finds his arms instinctively wrapping around your body, all the practice from your cuddle sessions making him want to cradle you to sleep. You let him, burying your face in his chest and letting out a soft yawn. But just then, you hear Jake's voice say, "Hey, don't steal my partner away from me," the pout on his face as you look at him making you giggle as you thrust your hand out for him to take, pulling him onto the bed next to you. He obliges, shuffling closer to you from behind, as you finally let sleep overcome you.

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deluxedolans · 5 years

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ahhh okay so an anon sent me a concept only tumblr published it before i was ready so i deleted it like an idiot 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

the concept was something like: “grayson has been giving me such frat!grayson vibes lately. imagine grayson’s fwb seeing her flirt with someone else & maybe she needs to get punished.

•A/N: also, i know this is kind of choppy it was supposed to just be a concept but i got carried away. i’m trying to get back into writing so pls don’t roast me. i hope you guys like it anyways 🤦🏻‍♀️

first of all, hi anonny💙 (i hope you see this btw) i actually wrote something similar to this!! i have a blurb of frat!gray punching a hole in the wall when he sees his girl who’s not his girl with someone else & i have a fic called make it nasty where frat!gray gets super jealous of his best friend/crush dancing with someone else.

now to the concept: the whole thing started because grayson was flirting with a girl from ADPi who he has previously hooked up with. frat!gray is a natural flirt with hooded eyes, and gentle touches, always down to make a girl feel a little bit special whether it’s for some clout or to have them come dance with him. however, he really likes his fwb; that’s his girl. although, he definitely has a double standard when it comes to her; he doesn’t like when she flirts or dances with other people at fucking all and she knows that, but he does it all the time and it infuriates her.

• you would walk in to the party, immediately looking for grayson, since he’s the one who invited you to this party in the first place. you’re in a sorority but your sorority isn’t super close with his—your sorority, Alpha Phi, hangs out with Sigma Chi, while Grayson’s frat, Sigma Pi, usually hangs out with the girls from ADPi. you were friends with a few of the girls from ADPi, but not nearly as close with them as you were with your sorority sisters.

• eventually, you found grayson in the kitchen, a hand stroking callie mchenry’s hip as he whispered in her ear. her dazzling smile and blushing cheeks confirmed your worries and your heart sank to your stomach.

• you immediately rushed over to the counter nearest grayson, scooping some punch out of the sink, making sure your heels clicked loudly as you made your way next to him. “‘scuse me,” you snarled as you walked past the two who were huddled closely near the doorway. graysons could feel his heart start to race; he was both excited that you were here, but annoyed that you had caught him flirting. “you’re here? when did you get here? you were supposed to text me.” callie’s smile slipped off her face at the diversion of grayson’s attention.

“gray, we were in the middle of a conversation—,” callie tries, placing her hand on his forearm.

grayson looks at her with boredom in his eyes, slight annoyance tracing his features, “i’ll find you later, cal, okay?” grayson places his hand on her back in an attempt to scoot her out of there and y/n’s rage only grows. who the fuck did grayson think he was trying to control girls the way he did? you knew he was bad news, but god if he didn’t just make your heart race in the most intimate of ways. he was enraging, and enticing, and enamoring. however, clearly he didn’t feel the same way since when you had hooked up yesterday, he told you he was thinking about you two being exclusive rather than just being the standard booty call. you felt like the biggest idiot.

• callie left the room with a sigh, her head hung a little low. you felt bad, especially since you related on a multitude of levels, but right now you were pissed. you took a long swig of your drink, the liquor burning down your throat much how your stomach burned with anger.

• “when did you get here?” grayson repeated as he leaned back on the counter, his heartbeat picking up. he can’t believe you saw that; just his luck. he would make a step toward committing, drunkenly flirt and get fucking caught. his flirting wasn’t even because he wanted callie either—you were late. well, you were a little late, and grayson was drunk and panicked. panicked that you got freaked out at his desire to be exclusive. panicked that you found someone better, someone who was smarter, and more mature. panicked that you left him.

• you promptly ignored him, surveying the room before taking another sip of your drink. grayson rolled his eyes, “you’re really gonna ignore me? what are you? five?”

• you could feel your own jaw clench, “me? i’m the five year old? yesterday you told me you wanted to be exclusive and today you’re over here groping another girl. i think we both know who the real five year old is.”

• grayson’s jaw clenched, “you’re the one who’s late! i thought you were ditching me—christ, y/n. also, for the third time, why didn’t you text me when you were here?”

• “i did, asshole. look at your phone,” you bit back, hands on your hips indignantly.

• grayson pulled out his phone from his back pocket to see three missed texts from you. his phone on do not disturb. his face grew hot and his stomach started to churn; he had fucked up.

• “y/n—,” grayson began, his hazel eyes pleading.

“save it, i’m so sick of this. fuck being exclusive, honestly. you can’t even keep your hands off another girl when i’m not in the same room as you. i’m all set, dolan,” you snapped, your eyes burning a bit. you weren’t sure if it was the bright lights, the alcohol, or the smoke filled room, but you would drop dead before you let grayson dolan saw you cry over him. you hated yourself for the pure fact that you said that you were all set with him because you knew in your heart you’d be back with him eventually. he was like a jello shot; cute, delicious, and so, so easy to drink, but dangerous when consumed in copious amounts.

• “c’mon, y/n, you know i wanna be exclusive, don’t be like this,” he pressed on, holding onto your wrist. you looked at the floor throwing your head back from a second to blink back tears before your eyes shot daggers at him. “don’t tell me not to ‘be like this,’ grayson. you can’t even keep it in your pants when i’m five minutes late to a goddamn house party. what makes you think i’d wanna be exclusive now? come find me when you’ve matured a bit.”

• an hour later after downing several shots of fireball with a few girls from ADPi who were in your environmental science class you were definitely drunk and definitely looking for somebody to dance with. you left the girls to go to the bathroom and when you came out you stumbled into a body. “whoops, my bad,” they apologized taking a moment to steady you. you looked up at them; blue eyes, dark brown hair, with freckles across the bridge of his nose. this boy was very pretty, and would make an incredible distraction.

• you discovered his name was drew, and after many soft touches, in addition to some lingering stares, you two eventually made it out onto the dance floor. the bass of an a$ap ferg some reverberated throughout the house, and with the alcohol coursing through your veins you felt even more daring than usual. you wanted grayson to see you, let him know you were already over whatever games he was playing, so you made sure you two stopped right in front of the speakers, where you knew, ethan, grayson’s brother was usually posted up.

just as you anticipated, ethan was in charge of the playlist. with phone in hand, he was slightly distracted as a pretty girl with long blonde hair had her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers intertwined through the ends as she whispered in his ear. as soon as the song was about to come to an end, you made sure to turn you two around so you were facing the table with the speakers. your ass was pressed tightly to drew’s front, your arms swung carelessly around his neck, his mouth attached to your neck.

• grayson could see you from the top of the stairs and he could feel his face growing hot with rage. he knew it was hypocritical, but fuck did he hate this. he hated the idea of someone else’s hands, lips, or body touching you. it made his skin crawl, his jaw sore from clenching it and his stomach feel sick. he had never felt like this over any girl and the fact that he was the cause of a.) catching feelings and b.) driving you away was beyond frustrating.

• with a clenched jaw grayson glared at you, willing you to look up. after a few minutes with no luck he stomped down the stairs, drink sloshing in his hand as some of it spilled over the side. as he made his way closer his mouth fell open. it would be drew anderson who was dancing with you; the guy was constantly living in his shadow, running for VP of Sig Pi and losing to him, constantly challenging him to drinking games and losing, anything he could to one-up him. leave it drew to be the one to go for his girl.

• grayson walked over immediately, liquid courage charging his rage and causing him to bump into drew’s back. in surprise drew flew forward, sending you flying. to ensure you didn’t fall, drew held tighter to you, his neck craning around to confront the offender. “what the fuck, dolan? you good?” drew snapped, his hands resting on y/n’s waist. grayson could feel himself grow sicker by the second.

“i’m pretty fucking good, anderson. how are you?” grayson sneered, looking you in the eyes the whole time. you refused to break eye contact; this wasn’t fair. he couldn’t just have his hands all over someone else and then act like a brat when you did the same thing.

“uh, good?” drew replied awkwardly. with a bright smile, drew turned to you, pulling you in closer to his side, “this is—.”

“y/n,” grayson interrupted. “yeah, i know, and you know i know, so let’s cut the bullshit, anderson. go find someone else’s shadow to chase, would ya? always crawling up my ass, trying to be me or something—just fuck off and find someone else’s girl to hang all over.”

drew stiffened, and he immediately let go of you as his hands drew into fists, “excuse me? who the fuck do you think you are?”

• you eventually ended up pulling grayson away, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead with rage and tears of frustrating brewing. he was drunk, he was hurt and he was pissed.

“gray, what’s your problem? you’re the one who was flirting with someone else in the first place but as soon as i do it, you act like i fucked the whole frat. stop being such a goddamn brat.”

“i’m the brat?! i’m the brat? i’m the one who’s been trying to apologize to you the whole damn night and you’ve been out talking to other dudes. christ, whos the hypocrite now? two wrongs don’t make a right.”

you rolled your eyes so hard you could only see the white or your eyes for a brief second.

“oh shut the fuck up, because you’re so angelic. i’m not in the wrong here—you are. now either commit or don’t grayson but i’m sick of playing games.”

“commit? why the fuck would i wanna commit to you when all you do is bitch at me and run around with my frat brothers? christ, you’re exhausting.” your mouth fell open as your stomach dropped. he didn’t want to commit anymore? you’d taken this too far, you should’ve shut your mouth when you had the chance. but at the same time, did you really deserve to be treated like this?

“i’m done. call me when you grow the fuck up, grayson.” you turned on your heel, and that was when impulse took over his body. he pulled you towards him and kissed you hard. almost like a magnet, your hands were immediately drawn into his hair, your mouth granting his tongue access. grayson’s hands we’re wrapped around your waist as his fingers traced lines that burned your torso up and down, his touch making your hairs stand on end.

you broke apart, out of breath and pupils dilated. “i’m done—just wanna be yours, y/n. i’m sorry—i know you’re not gonna believe me, but watching you with someone else tonight hurt. hurt so bad.” grayson took a deep breath to steady himself, and you placed your hands on his chest reassuringly. “i’m insecure, alright? shit, you’re stunning, and funny, and charismatic and so fucking smart and i could never hold a candle to you. when i didn’t get your text, i freaked out—i thought you’d changed your mind and i wanted to get my mind off you.” grayson’s gaze diverted to the floor, the emotions he was unleashing almost pouring out of his eyes. “i wanna be exclusive. i wanna be exclusive so bad, but i’m fucking scared. i know you’re too good for me and it’s terrifying, i feel so much for you it scares me.”

“really? me?” grayson nodded, his eyes slowly picking up from the floor.

“grayson, i am not too good for you, holy shit. but we gotta stop these games, it’s so stupid and i can’t keep doing it. you crush my heart when you fuck around with other girls,” you admitted honestly, biting your nail nervously at his response.

grayson nodded sadly, acknowledging his mistakes. “i know—and i’m so fucking sorry. so, so sorry. i’ll spend the rest of the night and this week, this month, hell, this year making it up to you. i can’t let you go.”

mirroring his actions, you nodded, “well, we can be exclusive, but on one condition.”

“anything.”

“you take me upstairs right now and show me just how sorry you are,” you purred, hand slithering down his chest.

grayson’s face lit up with a smirk, as he leaned over to murmur in your ear, “can’t wait to get you in my bed, gorgeous. you better scram like a good girl, so everybody in this party knows you’re fuckin’ mine, and nobody else’s.”

a shiver ran up your spine as you nodded, and grayson grinned, turning to lead you two to the stairs, his hand squeezing your ass every so often as you two climbed up towards a night full of apologies, intimacy, and love marks.

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