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jay is pretty private about his body.
it's something that the boys catch on pretty quickly. the conclusion is that jongseong is shy, always entering the bathroom fully covered up and as discreet as possible, and emerging either fully or at least half-clothed. even being roomates with him jake has never seen him fully naked, something that they thought would've already inevitably happened by now. jake has already cared less, but jongseong keeps that same routine from the first day they moved in, going through the trouble of having his clothes all wet since he changed inside the bathroom.
“dude, you can like, change outside, you know,” jake comments, unable to help himself, staring at jay's newly wet grey shirt. he gestured at it.
it's an easy dismissal, jay's i-couldn't-care-less answer. “nah, it's fine,”
jake lets it go just as easily. “suit yourself.”
at least, the first time.
the second time jake probes jay about his naked shyness, sunghoon was there, which is probably things ended up the way it did. as a note, sunghoon gets on your nerves like it's a talent.
“dude, you're getting your wet shirt all over my bed,” jake protests, while jay shows no reaction, rooted to his spot on jake's bed, on his phone. “get off my bed!”
grunting like jake was the one being difficult, jay answers flatly, “it'll dry.”
jake opens his mouth to retort, but was quickly cut off by a strangled yelp from jay's side. “dude!”
sunghoon, two seconds ago pinching the wet part of jay's shirt off his back, shrugged. “it's so wet.”
“gross.”
jake chimes, “change into a new one,”
“no.”
“why not.”
“fine!” jay grumbles, finally getting up. sunghoon snickers.
“your pants, too.”
“no.”
“you're already changing your shirt, might as well!”
“it's like changing all over again. i just changed. why would i change again?”
“but you're all wet.” the figure skater comments uselessly.
“shut up, sunghoon.”
jay quickly changes his shirt, then and there. sunghoon whistles lowly, earning himself a quick glare.
jake looks on. “now your pants.”
“fine,” jay grumbles, picking up a new pair of shorts and heading to the restroom.
“what? no,” jake slides his legs and body quickly to block jay. “just change here. it'll be all wet again in there.”
“nah, man, it's fine —”
sunghoon snickers. “jake, let him go, maybe he has a small dick or something, so he doesn't want us to see it.”
jay burns red to the tip of his ears, but jake doesn't notice. the former only exasperatedly argue back, something along the tired lines of 'but it'll get wet again so why change'. sunghoon, however, caught the display full-on, laughing.
“o-hoh, really?”
jake whips his head. “really what?”
sunghoon rolls his eyes, instead turning to jongseong. “it's okay —”
“it's not, dipshit,” jay spits out, something that he knows is a bad, bad idea, but his pride won out.
it was a stupid decision, though.
“yeah?” sunghoon looks on, that sunghoon glint in his eyes, teasing, challenging. “then change in front of us.”
“dude.”
“what? oh, and you have to face us.”
“no! gross, what the hell?”
innocent jake interrupts. “what are we talking about again?”
“jay has a small dick,” sunghoon answers, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“i don't,” jay answers easily.
“that's why you don't want to change outside?”
“no!”
“then why?”
briefly jay wonders why he's having this argument with jake in the first place.
right.
he shot sunghoon a nasty look, something that's returned only with a smile.
“it's nothing.”
jake is at a brief loss for words. jay has never been this difficult before. while he can be stubborn at times, he's never been this fussy and irrational.
“okay,” he says, slowly. “change in front of us then.”
sunghoon responds immediately with a cackle. a very sunghoon cackle.
to jake's astonishment and sunghoon's budding genuine curiosity, jay answers another firm, “no.”
jake gives up. “fine. it's okay to have a small dick, you know? it's fine. just change — we won't look.”
the rest of the 02s makes a noise of protest, although for different reasons. sunghoon counts another glare from jay.
“i don't have a small dick, alright?”
“prove it.”
“sunghoon, i swear to fucking —”
“small dick or whatever,” jake cuts in, “like, we won't judge you, you know?”
jay's entire body falls foward in frustration. “i don't — no, i know.”
sunghoon raises an eyebrow. a great idea crosses his mind. “if you don't trust us it's fine.”
jay looks at him sharply. little shit.
the message comes clear across as sunghoon lightly shrugs.
and then he lunges.
jay, late in reaction because he definitely did not see that coming, yells when he feels sunghoon's hands make contact with his pants. his yelling became so frantic jake is slightly worried, but more so curious, so he lets his friend strip his other friend of his shorts as the smaller fights like his life depends on it.
“no!” was jay's last desperate scream as his grey underwear was put full on display.
and was, for matter of fact, very flat at the front.
sunghoon breathes.
“wow.”
jake covers his mouth in immediate sympathy. “oh, dude.”
jay looks like he's about to cry. sunghoon and jake distantly realise that this is rather bad.
apologetically, sunghoon pulls his hand away from jay's thighs where his shorts still hitch. exposing his friend's microdick wasn't something he wanted to do. sunghoon honestly thought that jay was just shy and just being modest about his probably normal-sized dick.
when jay hastily tries to pull his shorts back up, sunghoon suddenly inhales very sharply and holds the other's in place.
jay looks up in alarm.
jake intakes the very same sharp breath. “wait —”
“shit.” sunghoon curses. “dude, jay, i'm so sorry, but —”
and his long, slender fingers swipe a line against jay's folds, through the fabric.
crying loudly in shock, embarrassment and sudden pleasure all at once, jay desperately trashes, but jake quickly pins both his hands with one of his own.
“no fucking way,” he breathes.
“you're wet.” sunghoon says, pushing his finger against jay's soft pussy. unable to stop himself, jay moans aloud, face burning.
“you have a pussy?”
jay's body thrums in embarrassment as sunghoon rolls his eyes, even in this situation. “you're so slow,” he jabs, and jake glares at him.
jake takes his time to observe the outline of jay's pussy, his underwear now tight against it. sunghoon laughs, although a bit breathlessly.
“you know how i noticed?” he asked, tracing a finger and finding jay's swollen clit. jay moans helplessly, leaking juice, legs forced open by sunghoon's body between them. “this,” he pushes against the bud, making jay mewl and jake curse under his breath, “was throbbing. and leaking. you were getting wet because you thought i saw?”
jay tries to hide his face but he's nowhere to go, hands pinned above his head. his pussy leaks still, and he whimpers.
“fuck, that's so hot?” jake quips, high-pitched, horny and in a crisis because his dick is getting hard looking at his best friend.
jay cries when sunghoon pushes aside his underwear and exposes his glistening pussy to the open air.
the taller humms appreciatively, “lets take this off,” and proceeds to strip jay bare.
“lick,” he instructs, offering two of his fingers. jongseong hesitates, looking around like he was asking for help. but the only one there was jake, and jake only nods, encouraging him. eventually, jongseong opens his lips, swallowing the digits and sucking.
sunghoon hisses. “yeah, that's it.”
jay blushes hard under sunghoon's gaze, shamelessly eye-fucking him while his fingers go in and out of jay's mouth. when sunghoon pulls them out, drool drops off the other's lips, down to his chin.
sunghoon starts fingering him, the older crying out in surprise. “nnngh, sungh — wait, stop — ah, fuck,” and when he lifts his head, he makes eye contact directly with sunghoon's hungry gaze, making him tremble and his pussy clench.
sunghoon grins. jongseong breaks eye contact. “slow down,” he tries, burning up, his pussy wet and his tummy warm, “sunghoon, stop — ah, wait — you're impatient, slow —” sunghoon pushes a second digit in and scissors, “down! slow down, slow down, wait — sunghoon — hoon,”
jay's hands scramble in jake's grip, his body having no defense against the foreign pleasure and violent embarrassment assaulting him. jake grumbles beside them, hands tightening to stop jongseong from wiggling free. “what am i, an accessory?”
sunghoon chuckles, continuing to finger jay while he softly moans like a japanese pornstar, going “mmmh, mmgh, ah,” and lightly answers, “you can fuck him first.”
jake grins wide in triumph, “yes!” while jongseong incredulously exclaims, “what?”
“come on,” sunghoon says like he's stating the obvious, stretching his fingers impossibly wide inside jay's warm hole, “you want it.”
“no i dont, asshole — unghh!” jay doubles over when sunghoon presses against his clit the same time he pushes a fourth finger in. it burns as much as it feels good, and the tears in the corner of jay's eyes threaten to spill completely. to his right he can hear the sound of a zipper opening.
when his hands were let go, jay automatically puts them over his eyes, as if by not seeing he's pretending none of this is happening. the filthy squelch of jake jerking himself off with his own spit filled jay's ears, but it wasn't louder than the sound of his own sloppy pussy being fingerfucked by sunghoon.
barely containing his moan when sunghoon removed his fingers and leaves him empty (sunghoon snickering, having caught the noise anyway), jay only cries, tears down his red cheeks and dripping from his chin. not registering jake's hands settling on his waist, his eyes shot wide when he feels the blunt head of his cock press against his entrance.
“n — no,”
sunghoon coos at the shakiness of jay's voice. “it's alright. i stretched you really well.” he pats jay's head, a pathetic attempt at comfort. he whispers against jay's ear, “you're gonna feel really good.”
teasingly, jake slides his cock up and down jay's pussy. jay's body jolts like it's being electrocuted every time jake's dick brush against his clit, moans spilling out, and he feels so small against sunghoon's chest and under jake's gaze.
“please,” he chokes, but he doesn't know what he's asking for. for jake to stop or for him to fuck him already.
jake, however, was taking his sweet sweet time, pushing in slower than ever. making the older feel how full he's making him, eyeing him the entire time just to make him shy.
“ah!” jay moans, eyes screwing shut, arching back when sunghoon's fingers pinch his nipples.
“how are you feeling?” sunghoon asks lightly. his hands pull and twist the buds on jay's chest, sometimes letting go to trace circles along his torso.
“what do you think — uhngh — asshole?” jay hisses, jake now buried fully inside him. he feels impossibly stretched, like he might tear open if jake moves.
he's so big, jay thinks. sunghoon smirks like he read his mind.
“you like it so much.”
breathlessly, jake thrusts once. jay moans, clenching. “yeah?” the puppy asks.
sunghoon prompts. “answer him,”
jay glares. it's the only thing he can do now, really, and sunghoon only looked on amusedly. jake started thrusting steadily, grunting.
jay's body jolts against sunghoon's chest every time jake thrusts, the oldest of them just taking it, prettily, obviously enjoying himself but trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut.
sunghoon looks at jake, leans down to whisper in jay's ear, loud enough for all three of them, “if you don't answer, he'll stop.”
getting the cue immediately, jake halts, rolls his hips in circles one, three times, then stills. frustrated noises falls out of jay's lips before he can stop them, and a surprised “mmgh!” when sunghoon bites his earlobe.
“you're so cute,” he comments.
“so cute,” jake agrees.
jay sobs, “please,”
pleasantly surprised, jake moves a little, making jay whine and subsequently try to goad him into moving again. he tries to wiggle down on jake's dick, feeling it twitch inside him, but it's not enough. not enough, jay's sex-addled brain repeats.
“please move,” he begs. jay knows he's just saying anything for jake to start fucking him again. he just didn't know how much he liked a dick in his pussy. he needs jake to move now.
trying uselessly to move himself up and down on jake's dick, jay cries, starts spilling out nonsense. something along a string of pleads and demands were said, but nothing sunghoon wanted to hear.
“say you like it,”
“i like it!” jay answers immediately, “i like jakey's dick in my pussy so please move!”
jake looks at sunghoon expectantly, but sunghoon only grins wider. how could he not take advantage when jay is this willing? he'd say anything.
“call him hyung.”
“jake-hyung!”
sunghoon laughs while jake curses, immediately thrusting in as fast as he liked. jay yelps and begins saying thank yous, moaning without thinking, and before he knew it he was wrapping his legs tightly around jake's middle and burying his head in jake's neck. jake's warm against him and thrusting his big dick so fast jay is dizzy with pleasure.
“tell me who's fucking you, jongseong,”
“you, you, jake-hyung's fucking — nggh! me!”
“good boy,” jake says in english, nearly folding jay in half as he thrusts faster. “you like being hyung's good boy?”
“yeah,”
jay's high-pitched, small, blissed-out sounding answer made so much blood run into jake's dick that he feels sick. sunghoon snickers in the background, palming his own dick.
“you wanna come for hyung?”
“wanna,” jay answers, out of it. he's drooling and biting jake's shirt on the shoulder where his head lays, his pussy feeling hot.
“let's come together, darling,” jake says, and then he's thrusting shallowly, harder than ever, the base of his dick slapping jay's pussy obscenely as jay clenches and unclenches in pleasure. jake cums inside him as jay grips his back and shakes all over, following suit.
“ugh,” jake grunts, feeling jay's pussy milk out whatever his dick has to offer. “shit.”
sunghoon chimes in neatly. “okay, my turn,”
“dude, chill out man, its been a hot minute.” jake exhales, trying to enjoy his orgasmic bliss for longer. but sunghoon was already pushing him away, unintentionally pulling jake's cock out of jay's pussy way too fast, making them both groan in oversensitivity.
“whoops.”
“dick,”
sunghoon only shrugs innocently at jake's remark, back turned and feasting his eyes on the view before him. cum is spilling out of jay's spent hole, and his thighs are shiny with sweat. jay feels slightly intimidated by sunghoon's prying eyes and towering height, but the latter's smile annoys him nonetheless.
“you ready for this?” sunghoon teases. jay would roll his eyes if it wasn't still shut from the orgasmic high. he can practically feel sunghoon's grin while the other settles between his legs.
sunghoon licks his lips and buries his face in jay's pussy.
jay screams, immediately flailing, while jake's breath hitch from behind them both. sunghoon's tongue slicks between jay's folds and lapping up both his juice and jake's residual cum, sometimes sucking, prodding, pushing. sunghoon eats him out smugly, like he knows how good he's making jay feel, how he makes his legs tremble. sometimes he sneaks a glance at jay's face, eyes shut and both hands on his mouth to stop his overflowing moans, and humms against his wet pussy.
once he catches jake's eye and lifts an arrogant eyebrow at him, fully aware of the cum staining the corner of his lips. jake's cum, of course. jake doesn't know how to act, only painfully watches as his limp dick tries to get hard again so quickly.
“ng — hoon!”
sunghoon lifts his face for a moment, “sunghoon-hyung,” he corrects, “and take those hands off your mouth, baby, now.” the now he adds for good measure, curious to see if jay would obey him just like that.
he does. jay doesn't even think about it, his hands automatically releasing and he whines, “hoonie-hyung,” when sunghoon sucks particularly hard. “i'm —”
sunghoon stops instantly. “not so fast, sweetheart,”
jay releases a broken sob as his building orgasm is halted so suddenly. sunghoon slicks his dick once, twice, and rubs it up and down jay's pussy.
“you're so obedient,” he remarks.
jay flushes, “fuck you, sunghoon.”, but the insult was weak. jay's eyes are glossy, looking at where they are almost connected, his pussy hot against the head of sunghoon's dick.
sunghoon stays still, just to be a little shit. from the corner of his eye, he can see jake starting to jerk himself off to full hardness again.
“fuck me already,” jay finally spits out, more of a whiny demand than an strict one, trying with all his might to not fuck down sunghoon's big dick. sunghoon only caresses jay's thighs, earning himself a shiver.
feeling like he might cry for no reason, jay starts “please —” but shuts himself up. sunghoon looks on amusedly.
“please what?”
jay grimaces. the pressure against his pussy is barely there, and his clit is throbbing so hard it hurts. its been like an entire three minutes since sunghoon ate him out, and he's losing his fucking mind.
sunghoon's hands touch his folds and jay whines high.
“come on, jongseong. tell hyung what you want.”
sunghoon's words send hot flashes down his spine. “want you to fuck me,” he finally admits. he can hear the pace of jake's slick hands around his dick speed up.
“you want anyone to fuck you,” was sunghoon's easy response, “slut.” and he seathes himself inside with one smooth movement.
jay's eyes roll to the back of his head as he's suddenly so full and feels so good. he whimpers and mewls as sunghoon slowly and shallowly thrusts inside him, the pleasure not enough, his hands absentmindedly finding his own nipples and teasing.
sunghoon curses as he seems to lose composure for the first time, stuttering his thrusts, pushing harder and faster against jay's entrance. jay cries and drools, “hyung, hyung,” as sunghoon fucks him hard.
“you're such a fucking whore, jongseong-ah,” he says, receiving a filthy moan, “you like it that much?”
jay only garbled unintelligible words and confirming moans. sunghoon catches an english yes in between.
“made for this, aren't you,” he pants, fucking faster, watching the older's body jolting limply in time with his thrusts, “for me and jakey,”
behind him, jake curses as he fucks into his palms and moans as he cums. sunghoon continues to fuck into him like he was a doll, hands pressing so hard around jay's waist it'll almost definitely leave bruises. grunting, sunghoon seathes himself as deep as he could inside jay, cumming with a low groan. it was his expression that sent jay over the edge soon after, shivering at the thought of his friends' cum mixing up inside him.
they stay there for a while, out of breath. all of jongseong's energy feels like it has been fucked out of him, and all be can think of is sleep. however, tears well up quickly when sunghoon hisses and slides his dick out, scraping his oversensitive walls.
“fuck, that was good,”
“shit, warn a dude,” jongseong hisses, “fuck.”
sunghoon snickers an unapologetic sorry. he takes off his shirt to wipe himself down before throwing it aside and plopping down beside the other boy. jake quickly joins, the three a sticky, sweaty mess on top of an equally messy bed.
jay starts to groan in protest, but learned quickly that there was no shoving the other boys off. they push into him even more out of spite if he tries to wiggle off. he's out of energy anyways.
“you guys wash the sheets,” he remarks sleepily.
jay didn't know which one answered because he was already asleep, but the content reply was, “in the morning.”