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Unlike Juhoon himself, Martin seems entirely unaffected. Juhoon sneaks another glance his way, fidgeting his fingers where they’re holding his phone and waiting for another text to tick in, and Martin’s—Martin’s leant back casually, watching the movie playing out on Keonho’s large tv. Juhoon doesn’t even remember which movie they’re watching anymore, much less any part of the plot.
See, Martin’s playing real mean. Keonho’s thrown a sleepover and they’re all together for it, splayed out hugging pillows and each other’s bodies, binge-watching trashy romcoms, and Martin’s decided that tonight would be the perfect time to text Juhoon.
Or sext Juhoon, rather.
#1 pussy eater
god i rly wish i were eating u out right now
That’s how it started. Juhoon swallowing down hard and shooting Martin daggers, texting back that now wasn’t the time, but what Martin wants Martin gets.
#1 pussy eater
u sound so fucking cute when ur just abt to come
my baby get so needy whining for permission
i know u love it too doll ur my pretty little pillow prince isn’t that right?
By now, Juhoon’s wet as hell, panties all but soaked and terrified someone’s going to realise with how he’s only wearing an oversized t-shirt. He gnaws at his finger and sends another shy glance Martin’s way—and the motherfucker is still not giving anything away, play-fighting with Keonho for a second and laughing at one of Seonghyeon’s jokes. Juhoon didn’t even hear what Seonghyeon said.
#1 pussy eater
u seem squirmy over there babydoll
wanna come sit on my lap instead?
would look so pretty warming cock, just like ur made for
you
martin pls
i’m so wet i can feel it pls stop they’re gonna find out
#1 pussy eater
hm?
that’s no good, baby leaking all over his thighs and making such a big mess.
he’s gonna have to come sit on my face and let me clean him up, huh?
what do u say juju
you
ur so mean :(
pls i feel so empty
#1 pussy eater
hm i can imagine pretty
ur silly pussy must be so sore from how u let me toy with it earlier, yeah?
Juhoon shudders again, clenching around nothing which only makes more slick leak out of him, soaking his already-wet panties. They’re cute and cotton, patterned with little hearts, picked out by Martin himself.
you
yes martin i’m aching so bad
still want ur cock tho pls been so good hhh :(
Eventually, he can’t take it anymore.
“I have to—go to the bathroom,” he mumbles, holding onto the hem of his shirt as he stands up in a futile attempt to keep his wet panties from showing. He shuffles towards the door, telling Keonho he doesn’t have to pause the movie.
Upon closing the door, he heaves out a breath. His clit is fuckin’ throbbing, so, so desperate to be touched, and he’s just about to give in, but then he stops in his tracks. He can’t—doesn’t have permission to touch himself, doesn’t want to be a bad boy and go against the rules.
He almost sobs when he stands there, aching so bad and needy for cock, praying to every god that Martin won’t leave him waiting too long, that he’s going to come soon and reward him for taking the teasing so well.
After five minutes, maybe five hours who knows – he gives up.
you
please
please please please martin i’m so wet it hurts so much i wanna come i wanna pls come pls
#1 pussy eater
such a greedy slut
But he arrives about a minute later, knocking twice on the door and softly telling it’s him.
Juhoon opens without a word and drags him inside, pushing the door shut and locking it before he surges forward to kiss his boyfriend. “Please,” he mumbles against his lips, “Please, you’re s’mean. got me s’worked up, not fair…”
“Pretty angel,” Martin coos, trailing fingers softly through Juhoon’s hair. He caresses down his arm and gives a light squeeze to his waist, moving down lower till his hand’s just hovering in front of his crotch—tilting his head devilishly and smirking at Juhoon.
His knees buckle and he whines, pushing his panties down impatiently and shuddering another time when he feels his skin exposed to the air.
With a soft baby, Martin ghosts a finger down the lips of Juhoon’s pussy, avoiding the clit with ease. The touch is barely there, as much of a tease as the texts had been, and Juhoon can’t help the pathetic little whimper that escapes him.
“Please,” he whines when Martin keeps just toying with him, “Please touch me properly.”
Martin leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, then presses his fingers down harder, spreading his pussy and playing with the slick that’s leaked everywhere, covering his thighs.
“Oh, look at this, baby,” he states neutrally, fingers held up in front of Juhoon’s face to show how they’re covered in slick. “I can’t believe you’d get so wet in front of our friends. Do you want them all to find out what a silly little slut you are?”
When Juhoon only whines dumbly, he pushes two fingers inside of him and goes on, “You want me to fuck you right open in front of them all, huh? Maybe my baby even wants Keonho’s cock too, yeah? Just want your greedy cunt ruined, don’t you?”
Juhoon’s eyes flutter at the mention of Keonho, a low moan stumbling out which makes Martin almost giggle delightedly.
“Dumb little slut,” he says, but makes it sound like praise, as he fucks three fingers inside of Juhoon again, crooking then just right to massage his g-spot while keeping his thumb on his clit. “Which part got you moaning like that, huh? Wanna be watched as you get fucking ruined or you want Keonho to fuck you too? Would you get on your knees for any fucking cock, jju?”
“Hhplease,” he mumbles, sucking on his own fingers desperately as Martin fingers him expertly. “Pl—please. Martin.”
“So incoherent,” he mocks, tsk-ing for good measure. “Can’t even tell me what got your pussy so wet. But it’s true, darling, you really are my perfect little fuckdoll, it’s almost a shame I’m the only one who gets to see you, yeah? Don’t you think Keonho deserves to see how good you can be, how fucking pretty you are when you’re fucked pliant and just lying back taking whatever I give you? Maybe you’d even like us fucking you at the same time—using both your pretty holes, taking two cocks at once just like I know you were made for?”
He whines again, then freezes up as he comes over Martin’s fingers—hips stuttering and bringing his hand up to bite into in an attempt to keep quiet.
Martin coos at him and keeps his fingers inside of him—doesn’t even slow down but just continues pumping them in and out of his used cunt, reminding Juhoon, “I own your pussy, baby, so you’re going to come as many times as I want you to. Isn’t that right?”
Juhoon slurs something close to 'yours' as he’s made to come another time, and then again.
His legs are trembling and he can barely keep himself standing, holding onto Martin’s bicep with the hand he’s not biting into. “Please,” he moans, mind fucked foggy and barely aware of the surroundings anymore—just knows he needs Martin’s cock and he needs it now.