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NUMBER ONE ✦ S.JY

pairing scuderia ferrari racer!jake x scuderia ferrari race engineer!fem reader

summary The Australian Grand Prix was something Jake has been looking forward to winning since he entered the F1 races, so when he wins, he also wins a big victory celebration on your part.

genre smut

warnings thigh humping, orgasm denial, fingering, 69, squirting (two times), use of sexual toy (vibrator), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby and princesse), spanking, sub!reader, dom!jake (he's so pussy drunk)

a/n this is my first gift from me to my lovely friend @cmoundiamante since it's her birthday and because I couldn't decide which of my gifts to post, but both of this deserve to be out here. Also, this happens in an alternative universe where en- and bynextdoor are actually F1 racers, only the teams that actually play in F1 remains the same and I've the permission of my friend to actually use her format since it's her present, in case you didn't know.

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As you walked into the bustling Australian Grand Prix track alongside the rest of the Scuderia Ferrari team, the air was charged with excitement. The fans' euphoric screams reverberated throughout the circuit, a cacophony of support for their favorite teams. It was a special Grand Prix, especially for one person in particular, Jake Shim.

For Jake, racing in Australia held significance beyond the adrenaline of competition. It was a melding of his upbringing, shaped both by the country that practically raised him and the Korean customs instilled by his parents. As he donned his racing suit, the blend of cultures felt palpable, driving him to perform at his best on the track.

Amidst the buzz of the paddock, you caught sight of Jake preparing himself. As you made your way over to him, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his determination and skill. "Hey, Jake," you greeted him with a warm smile, "ready to show them what you're made of out there?"

Jake returned your smile, his eyes alight with determination. "You know it," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "This one's special, not just for me but for us."

"Don't lie to yourself."

"It's actually true. I'm in my hometown with the girl of my dreams on the team that I've worked so hard to get into."

"Ah, so I'm just the girl of your dreams now?" You teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as you adjusted the lanyard around your neck, indicating your role as a Scuderia Ferrari steward.

Jake chuckled, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "Of course not; you're more than that. You're the reality of my dreams," he said, his tone sincere as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your cheek.

"Smooth talker," you remarked with a grin, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "But seriously, Jake, I have a good feeling about today. You've been putting in the work, and it's going to pay off."

His smile widened, mirroring the confidence that radiated from him. "Thanks, babe. I'm going to give it my all out there and take that trophy home." He said, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering determination.

"I'm actually looking forward to it because…" You went near him, your lips at the same height as his "I don't want to waste your victory present."

"What do you mean?"

"Want a clue? You know what they say about a nice outfit…" You leaned in, kissing him and making him sigh when you went back again to his ear. "It's what's underneath that counts."

"Jake! It's time to be in position for the practice race." You backed away with an angelic smile for the boss after he called out your boyfriend. He was pushing your boyfriend backwards to his car as Jake was eyeing you up and down with his characteristic flirty smile.

The engines roared to life, filling the air with a symphony of power as the cars lined up on the grid, ready to tear through the track at breakneck speeds. Jake sat in his Ferrari, his focus razor-sharp as he visualized every turn and every maneuver he would need to make to clinch victory on his home turf. Behind him was his friend, Mingi, who was also adjusting to the car and communicating with the staff.

Beside him, the Red Bull of Sunghoon sat poised, his friend exuding confidence as he eyed the competition ahead. Mercedes' Nishimura Ri-Ki, ever the formidable opponent, sat further down the grid, his steely gaze betraying his determination to reclaim the top spot.

McLaren's Kim Sunoo exchanged a grin with Yang Jungwon, his teammate, as they prepared to make their mark on the race. Aston Martin Aramco, with Lee Heeseung and Park Jongseong at the helm, were determined to prove their worth on the track.

Alpine's Han Dongmin, the youngest of all the F1 drivers, shared a nod with his teammate Kim Donghyun, their eyes reflecting the fire of competition burning within. Williams, RB, Kick Sauber, and Haas completed the grid, each team eager to showcase their talents amidst the throngs of fans cheering from the stands.

As the lights above the track blinked to life, signaling the imminent start of the race and the end of the one and only, the tension reached a fever pitch. The air crackled with anticipation, the fans holding their breaths in anticipation of the spectacle about to unfold.

And then, with a deafening roar, the race began.

The cars surged forward, a blur of colors streaking past as they jostled for position in the opening corners. Jake navigated the chaos with precision, his Ferrari darting through the pack as he chased the elusive lead.

Beside him, Sunghoon fought tooth and nail to maintain his position, his Red Bull dancing on the edge of control as he pushed it to its limits. Ri-Ki, ever the strategist, bided his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As the race unfolded, the crackle of the radio cut through the roar of the engines, a lifeline connecting Jake and his team to navigate the twists and turns of the track. Amidst the chaos, your voice broke through, a beacon of calm in the storm.

"Jake, you're doing great out there," you said, your tone laced with encouragement. "Just keep your focus, and remember to breathe. You've got this."

Jake's grin was audible through the radio as he replied, his voice brimming with determination. "Thanks, darling. I'm feeling good; I just need to stay sharp."

"Just remember to control the curves in Sector 3 and let me know if there's a problem."

"Yes, ma'am." You let out a small smile with the nickname and started getting nervous for him.

As the laps ticked by, the race intensified, with each corner a battle for supremacy as the drivers pushed themselves and their machines to the absolute limit. Jake only went to the box two times, which made him pass from 4th to 6th, but he was so willing to take the win home, which made him give his all. Jake, fueled by the cheers of the crowd and the support of his team, refused to relent, inching ever closer to the front of the pack.

And then, as the checkered flag loomed on the horizon, Jake made his move. With a daring maneuver, he seized the lead, his Ferrari passing all the cars in front of him, and taking the opportunity of Ri-Ki's and Heeseung's hitting the box, Jake just went for it, his mind going blank for a second.

"And what a story this is for Jake Shim. What a performance! What a comeback! A Ferrari one-two headed by Jake Shim, who wins the Australian Grand Prix"

"Wait… did I hear that correctly?"

"Fuck yeah, you did P1!" You just won!" He clapped fast a few times, and before he sreamed of joy, he just couldn't believe it. He gave the last victory lap to the fans and went straight to his team.

As he climbed from his car, he took off his helmet with a triumphant smile on his face, the staff jumping to him in excitement. He caught sight of you in the crow, your eyes shining with pride. Crossing the paddock, he swept you up in his arms, the taste of victory sweet on his lips as he held you close and tasted your lips in a fond kiss, right before he ran to the podium and received not only the champagne that the three top drivers of the GP opened in a celebratory manner, but when Jake held high and proud the trophy, hearing all the cheers.

As all the events ended and all the staff got together in a happy mood, the head of the team made his way to the center of a circle, a joyful aura shining in him.

"I want to say congratulations to Jake and Mingi; today's performance was amazing, and because of that, we're going to have a celebration!" The boss announced it, his voice booming over the cheers of the team. "And since Ferrari came out on top, we will have a celebration later! So have a good rest, and we will let everyone know where it is after we prepare it. Great job everyone!"

After the exhilarating celebrations and festivities, the adrenaline began to wane, leaving in its wake a pleasant exhaustion that seemed to seep into every muscle and bone. Jake glanced at you, a contented smile gracing his lips as he realized just how much he was looking forward to some quiet time alone with you.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close. "Are you ready to head back to my place? I could use some rest and relaxation after today's excitement."

You nodded, a playful glint in your eyes as you replied, "Lead the way, champion. I'll be right behind you."

As you made your way through the bustling paddock and out into the cool evening air, the adrenaline of the race slowly began to ebb away, replaced by a quiet anticipation of the intimate moments to come.

Once you arrived at Jake's house, the soft glow of the lights illuminated the room, casting a warm, inviting aura over everything.

"I'm going to the bathroom." You said, Jake saw your way, and his side smile popped out. You rolled your eyes. "No."

"Come on, you said—"

"I know what I said. Come to the bedroom in twenty." After you said that, you turned around and went to the shared bedroom, feeling his gaze on your ass as you walked out, swaying your hips slightly.

You showered quickly enough to get yourself ready, looking in the mirror every time you did something. You saw yourself, and you were proud of what you saw: the burgundy lingerie covering your body, a 4-piece lingerie set that featured a bra, a g-string pant, and a thigh garter, the floral lace soft underwire bra with garter leg straps highlighting your legs line, the light makeup in contrast to the color of your lips that matched your whole outfit, and of course, the color of your boyfriend team. You were fixing your hair when you heard the door of the bedroom open up. You looked at the time on your phone, and he actually waited twenty minutes.

“Babe? What are you doing?” You opened the door to reveal yourself to Jake, his eyes widening at the image.

Jake stood in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight before him. The soft glow of the bedroom lights played over your figure, accentuating every curve and contour of your body clad in the enticing burgundy lingerie set. His eyes lingered on the delicate lace and the way it hugged your curves in all the right places, igniting a fire of desire within him.

"You… you look incredible," he breathed, his voice husky with desire as he stepped closer, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his words, a smile tugging at your lips as you met his intense gaze. "I'm glad you think so," you murmured, feeling a surge of confidence at his reaction.

Jake closed the distance between you in a few swift strides, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of the lace along your skin. His touch sent shivers racing down your spine, igniting a fire of longing deep within you.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low and seductive as he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Seeing you like this… It's almost too much to handle."

A soft gasp escaped your lips as his lips trailed along your jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands moved with purpose, caressing every inch of your exposed skin, leaving you trembling with anticipation.

"You're the winner today," you whispered, your voice barely above a breathless sigh as you melted into his touch, your hands going straight to the buttons of his jeans, opening them up as you moved your hands to remove his shirt. The tattoo on his ribs is on full display, and his necklaces are shining in his neck. "I will do anything that you want. Congratulations, winner."

With a hunger that matched your own, Jake captured your lips in a searing kiss, his desire evident in every movement and every touch. In that moment, all thoughts of the race and of the celebrations faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable passion that burned between you.

The kisses followed their level; all the passion could be seen in those kisses, as Jake would not take his hand off your neck and the other one off your figure while making his hair a mess that he could care very little about. They went a little further into bed. You sat Jake down with a gentle push, and you opened his legs with your hands as you kneeled down to him, taking off his pants once and for all.

The moment you stood up, Jake started playing with a thread from your thong, stopping almost immediately when you positioned your entry on his right thigh and stuck your lips to his sensitive neck.

His breath hitched as your lips trailed along his neck, sending shivers down his spine. His fingers tightened around the delicate lace of your lingerie, pulling you closer to him as he let out a low groan of pleasure. Every touch and every whisper of your lips against his skin fueled the fire burning between you, igniting a passion that threatened to consume you both.

As you continued to explore each other's bodies with feverish intensity, time seemed to slow to a standstill, the world outside disappearing as you lost yourselves in each other. With every kiss and every caress, the connection between you deepened, transcending the physical realm and delving into something far more profound.

In that moment, there were no barriers, no inhibitions, just the raw, unbridled passion that bound you together. And as you surrendered yourself completely to the intoxicating rhythm of desire, you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with endless pleasure and exploration.

You could feel how your pants started getting wet with Jake's caresses, especially on occasional taps on your breasts and buttocks. You started with a gentle movement that let out a sigh from your side. You looked for some sign of dissatisfaction in your partner, meeting Jake biting your lower lip while watching your action. Jake dropped the palms of his hands at every slap of your ass, making you pant in combination with a little surprise.

"You're too much for me, baby." Jake threw his head back and raised his hands to your hips, the top of his thigh being soaked by your natural lubricant. You hid your face in the hole connecting his neck and shoulder, his ear receiving your ecstatic jades, making known the wave of pleasure you were feeling. He stopped your movements for a second and handled your hips so that you jumped on his thigh. The vibration they caused went straight to your clitoris, making you moan a little higher than usual.

Jake took his hands out of his place and removed your bra. Delighted with the movements of your breasts with the leaps he made, he took his hands behind him and smiled with a little malice. Jake knew when you were at the edge, repeating his name amidst loud moans and whining so he could fuck you like they both knew they liked.

"You're close, princess?" You gave a loud moan in response, and he took your jaw and made you look at him. "Tell me, baby. Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum so bad." You started speeding up, feeling the knot of pleasure about to explode until they were stopped by Jake, who held you as he took out his legs, causing you to shake by the sudden stop.

He once again attracted your lips, holding you as close as he could to calm yourself down and shut the whines from your mouth. His hands snaked to your back thighs and made you jump, your legs wrapping his hips and getting your dripping entrance in touch with his clothed erect member, making him moan in your lips.

Jake left you in bed for a moment, opening the closet in pairs until he found his favorite object. You couldn't hold your breath knowing what was in his hand. He stood in front of the bed with it in his hand, still with that smile you loved, but right now, it made you tremble.

"You told me I could do what I wanted, right?" You nodded without taking your eyes off him as he scanned your body again with desire; you could feel it for miles. "You know how I like to see you."

Without waiting any longer, you sat in bed, making a space for him. Jake took off his annoying boxers, and he was next to you in no time. With a little sign, you put your covered entrance on his face, his lips kissing your inner thighs, which made you sigh with pleasure, still delighted with what you did earlier. You licked your lips when you saw his dick, completely erect and red, desperate to be cared for. Jake's hands completely lowered your last complicated garment, opening your vagina with his two fingers and blowing a little to get a moan out of you that reached his dick, getting him to move a little.

You spat on his dick, feeling his legs shake because of the sudden action. Your right hand caught him, creating a delicious swing that made Jake moan. You could feel your fluids falling into Jake's face because of Jake's stimulation of your clitoris; something he loved too much was seeing your entrance palpitating in anticipation.

"Baby, do you want my fingers first or my tongue?" You liked that thought of it, which makes you close around nothing, and now it was Jake turning to lick his lips. He slapped your ass one more time, making your entrance touch his mouth, the sensation making you stay there. "My good girl wants to be eat out? Making you more wet than you are so my dick can enter your pretty and tight cunt?"

"Fuck yeah, Jake, please eat me out." Your voice sounded so pretty to him that he just forced you down to stay there with his arms in your legs.

"Good fucking girl," for a second, you forgot to continue your movements, the pleasure being too much with his tongue creating circles in your clitoral area and traveling all across your entrance. You starred at your movements on his dick at a faster pace, getting in response to him squeezeing your ass in delight.

Now, your mouth was on his tip, kitten licks being delivered and causing him to twitch. You kept that for more minutes until you felt his two fingers ipening your entrance, your back arching up.

"No matter how many times I fuck you numb, you're still fucking thight. My girl is so thight for me as usual. Fuck, baby." He stopped his words and movements when you entered his dick into your mouth. His deep grunts and moans motivated you, loosing your throat so all of his length went inside. You hollowed your cheeks and controlled your gag reflexes.

"Baby, don't stop; you're such a good girl for me." The pace of his fingers continued faster, distracting you a few times, his cock blocking your loud moans and only the sounds of your wet entrace and his dick having the blowjobs of his life surrounding the room. You felt his dick getting swollen in your mouth, and his grunts just got louder.

You sucked everything out of him until you felt his fingers disappearing from your entrance and the vibration of the vibrator he pulled out on your clitoris. Your mouth was opened for that, and Jake's first drop of sperm stopped right at the back of your throat. Jake's hand took his dick, moving it fast, and let all its essence fall on your face and part of your clavicles, some of it landing inside your mouth. His other hand had stuck the vibrator on you, your body shaking endlessly and your moaning finally being free.

Jake settled in where his head was before; now there was his dick, his fingers going back in, and you felt like any minute you were going to collapse.

"I know you're going to cum, but you have to wait one minute. Can my good girl do that?"

"Yes, Jake. I can do that." Jake turned up the speed of it, and you just shoved your head into the pillow, hearing him count so slowly that you were staring to get a tear in your eye. One minute passed, and he smiled proudly.

"Cum all over my dick, baby," as you did it. His fingers made more obvious the amount of squirt coming down to his dick and legs, wetting your lower bodies for another minute, and he did not stop his fingers until you had nothing. You got on all fours after a few seconds of watching him move his dick up and down again., him puching you like you were before. Your ass up and your face planted on the mattress. "Stay like that."

"For fuck sakes, Jake. Let me—oh shit." His dick opened up your entrance suddenly after he put the condom in, your moans matching as you felt your mind going cloudy. Jake threw his head back as he slowly pushed himself to touch your sweet spot. You screamed in pleasure when he did it, being silenced by the pillow you were biting.

He couldn't wait, and his movements were fast, your ass moving like waves every time he thrust himself into you. Jake got as much noise as you, your thightness making him touch the sky, and your moans getting messier and louder once again.

"Jake, I'm cumming again."

"You're not. Not until I come first so that you can cum in my mouth." He felt how you clenched, and he slapped your ass. He took your hair in a messy ponytail and arched your back. "You want to cum? Then wait." The sound of your bodies colliding got faster, and he captured your lips when he felt like cumming completely. Once he left you, he grabbed the vibrator, reaching it to the tenth level. You held his arms, finally letting out the screams you were holding while that toy was inside you and your fingers in your clitoral area.

He laid down to face your cunt again. "Good job, baby. Make a mess all over me." His tongue got out of his mouth, and the view was enough to make you squirt bigger than the last one. Jake was so pussy drunk that he just went up a few seconds to have it all.

The heavy breathing of both of you was loud. Jake gently massaged your legs as you fell on the bed again, right next to him as he kissed you gently. The tiredness was invading both of you, but even with how tired you were, you smiled at him.

"How was your celebration?"

"Better than the trophy, for sure. You were perfect; you're perfect. I don't deserve you."

"Congratulations, my number one."

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simpjaes · 3 days

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I SCREAMED! tysm for the lovely follow, hoepfully we can be really good moots in the future. P.S: I FREAKING LOVE YOUR WORK¡?! let me borrow your mind real quick pls 💞

helllooooo new moot, I'm really happy you enjoy my work ; u ; unfortunately, my brain is mine and i would not curse anyone with it!!

#ask #hollyoongs

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yeonzzzn · 28 days

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*inhales* IT'S TIME FOR THE REQUESTS

my alarms are BELOW ME

MUCH THANKS🤭🤭🤭❤️

#yeonzzzn asks #hollyoongs <333

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glitterjay · 27 days

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— loser boyfriend

⭒ sub!jake, afab!reader, needy jake, pet names (puppy, good boy, etc.) masturbation (m.) suggestive content under cut, mdni!

⭒ c's note: im in my heavy jake feels so enjoy this! | mlist @hollyoongs this one's for you, beloved <3

jake was always confident. his ego was through the roof with that cocky grin of his always lingering on his face. his flirty personality only added to his way of being, and to say he was an incredible dom in bed was a low title for him.

but there where time where you didn't notice. times of vulnerability that he had to deal on his own. and they were starting to happen quite often. like that one time, you accidentally brushed your arm against the outline of his dick when you tried reaching for the remote. or when your legs touched his under the table while you guys hung out with his friends.

there was no way in hell he'd let you or anyone know of this state. absolutely not. so there he was, stuck in his apartment's bathroom, massaging the massive bulge growing under his sweats. the cause of it? you had called him puppy because you saw people pulling that prank on their partners on tiktok.

"jakey?"

you called from behind the door. he practically ran when you realized his cheeks went red as a tomato at your words. to say you were worried was an understatement. it was more of amusement. you didn't know such a thing could ride him up so fast.

"puppy, are you okay?" you called again.

jake, on the other hand, was biting his lower lip as hard as he could. the taste of blood was starting to fill his taste buds. but he didn't care. he was fighting every single sound that was threatening to come out of his mouth. he took a deep breath, and stopped his movements for a second.

"i'm- i'm fine."

his voice had betrayed him, just as you expected. you leaned in closer to the door, using your aoftest voice to talk to him. "are you sure you don't want me to help, baby?"

jayun was going crazy at this point. his throat was starting to hurt from holding in the nasiest and highest moans ever. his cock was now freed from his sweatpants, proudly standing and being bumped by his fist. there was nothing wrong with a little change, right?

"it's a special occasion," he mumbled. "yeah, a special day."

"darling?" he called. to which you answered knocking on the door.

"you can help me. but it'll have to stay like this. you on that side, and me in here, mkay?"

you knew he didnt want you to see him like this, and you knew he didnt want to lose his fuck boy facade. it was a shame you wouldn't be able to see his fucked out expression, or how his beautiful adams apple would be more noticeable with his head thrown back, but you agreed nonetheless.

"im here," you reassured

"fuck baby, keep talking"

his voice was clearly breaking, and he was panting a lot. your panties were starting to feel wet, but you could deal with that later. or maybe the dom rough jake you knew could take over then.

"is your fist enough, pretty?" you asked. the pet names had jake seeing little stars all over the bathroom. he moaned in response. he didn't care anymore. he was loud.

you grinned at how vocal he was, catching onto how much he liked the nicknames. "is my baby close? cum for me like a good boy."

the sweetness of your voice, plus the million emotions going through his head, had him cumming hard. the white ropes shot out like a hose as he leaned back into the door, moaning loudly. it was almost as if he was crying. soft whimpers kept leaving his pretty mouth. he could get used to days like this.

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cmoundiamante · 29 days

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CMOUNDIAMANTE’S MOOTS

– @hollyoongs ﾟ.

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– anons ﾟ. nothing yet…

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hollyoongs · 7 days

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THANK YOU, JAKE ✦ S.JY

pairing tasp!jake x news intern!fem reader

summary when you told your friend about the challenge that your boss put you on in order to work on the company, which was taking a picture of the amazing Spider Man, Jake makes it come true.

genre fluff

warnings both of them like each other, cameo of Jay and Ri-Ki, everything is NYC and I tried to make it short for the other one that I'm planning to make it in the future <3

a/n I can finally get this one up here, I'll do the second part with smut, but Jake's fluff is already needed in this profile. This is my last little present for my em @cmoundiamante (and worst of all, it's late, but I blame my country for that :p), but I'm glad to finally publish it. I know you had an amazing time on your birthday and I want you to look at this little gift as something that can cheer you up for everything you've been through, I'll be there for you and I hope you like it very much. shout out to the editor of THIS Jake Spider-Man, my jupi @glitterjay and also to my lovely moot @ja3yun, this is the spidey!jake I was preparing ;)

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It was one of those days where everything seemed to conspire against you. As you trudged through the bustling streets of New York City, your camera bag heavy on your shoulder, you couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that clung to you like a stubborn shadow. The sweltering heat of the summer sun only added to your irritation as you made your way to the Daily Bugle, where you were interning as a photographer.

Your future boss, Mr. Jameson, was notorious for his gruff demeanor and demanding nature. Today seemed to be no exception, as he barked orders at the staff, his voice reverberating through the newsroom like thunder. Your friend, Jay, was massaging his forehead, and you couldn't help but go there first. He looked up to see you and gave you a tired smile.

"Rough already?"

"And it's not even 9 a.m." Jay spat in anger, and you opened your bag to give him some of the jelly you always carry around. He took them slightly happier, opening as he started talking again. "He's putting stupid challenges on everyone here. Rumor has it that he's getting jealous of the other newspaper company since they took the #1 place from us."

"Well, wish me luck." You braced yourself for another onslaught of criticism as you approached his desk, hoping to avoid his wrath.

"Ah, there you are," Mr. Jameson said, his tone dripping with impatience. "I've got a special assignment for you."

You felt your heart sink at his words, knowing that whatever task he had in store would likely be arduous and thankless, just like Jay said. But you nodded, steeling yourself for whatever was to come.

"I want you to get me a picture of Spider-Man," he said bluntly, his eyes narrowing in a challenging glare.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his request. Spider-Man? The elusive vigilante who swung through the city was a hero to some and a menace to others. Getting a photo of him in action was no small feat, and you knew it.

"But how am I supposed to…" you began, but Mr. Jameson cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I don't care how you do it; just get it done," he said firmly. "And make it front-page material, or you'll be out of your ear."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, you felt a wave of panic wash over you. How were you supposed to capture a photo of Spider-Man when you could barely catch a break in your own life? Desperation clawed at your chest as you racked your brain for a solution. He looked at Jay, and he was with his mouth open. She was simply screwed.

The hours passed slowly, and 7 o'clock of the night finally reached, which made you fly to the only place you find comfort at the moment. Shim Jake's place. Feeling all the weight on your shoulders, you sigh as you knock on the door. His aunt opens before your knuckles can touch the door.

"Hey darling… Oh no, bad day?" like a button, your eyes got watery, and she hugged you. You hold your tears as she loses you in the warm hug. "I'm going to buy food. Jake and Ni-Ki are in the room. I know what you like."

"You are truly the best, May."

"I know, darling. Go." She left you, and you entered the house, going directly to the Australian boy's room. You knocked, and you heard things falling.

"Who's it?"

"Who else, Ni-Ki? Come on, I had a bad day, and I need you guys."

"Hold on a second!" A few seconds passed, and Jake was the one who opened the door, his messy hair, sweat pant and big white shirt and hsi big glasses that made him look more handsome than usual in front of you. "Hey lensgirl, what's wrong?"

You went for a hug, this time with tears going down and your crying getting noticeable.

Jake was taken aback by your sudden display of emotion, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "What happened? Why are you crying?"

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself as you pulled away slightly. "It's just… work," you managed to choke out between sobs. "Mr. Jameson… He wants me to get a photo of Spider-Man for the front page, and I- I don't know how to do it. I'm so screwed, Jake."

Jake's expression softened with understanding, though you had no idea just how much he truly understood. "Hey, it's okay," he repeated, guiding you to sit on his bed. "We'll figure it out, okay? You're not alone in this."

Ni-Ki, hearing the commotion, poked his head out from behind the doorframe. "Jake can help," he said, and you could feel Jake getting tense. You looked up to Ni-Ki.

"What?"

"Jake knows Spider-Man. You could get the picture." You open your eyes as your eyes travel again to Jake's.

"Since when?!" You practically shouted at him, and he gave a shy smile, which you loved, but the thought of him being friends with the hero and not telling you was in your mind.

"I'll tell you right after you clean and calm yourself. You know what? Go to the bathroom." As you were protesting, Jake obligated you to go inside. The boys went straight to the room and locked it, Jake basically punching Ni-Ki for opening his mouth.

"Are you being serious?! Why did you say that?"

"You know I'm fond of her, and I can't stand her crying. And also, I'm doing you a favor; you've liked her since forever, and with this, you can make a move. And you know that she loves Spider-Man. I consider this a win."

Jake's heart raced as he processed Ni-Ki's words. He couldn't deny the truth about them. He had harbored feelings for you for what felt like forever, but he never found the courage to act on them, and because of the sudden powers he got after being bite by a spider, the dangers were too much to the point he would rather die with the secret in order to keep you save. That's how much he loved you.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. Keeping his identity as Spider-Man a secret was crucial, and now, with you unknowingly on the brink of discovering the truth, he felt the pressure mounting.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Jake turned to Ni-Ki. "Okay, okay," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "But we have to be careful. She can't know about this, Ni-Ki. It's too risky."

Ni-Ki nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I won't say anything else, I promise. Only you have to stay cool, you get to nervous around her. I'm surprise you're not right now" he assured Jake.

"Because someone open his mouth"

"Stop crying and be grateful. I pulled a move that you couldn't make for the past 4 years."

It has already been two days since that weird conversation and the explanation of Jake being friends with Spider-Man. It was so odd to you, but the most odd thing was when he told you by text, "I will send you the address where he's going to be."

And here you were, going into the alley for him to arrive. It was getting late, and you could feel your heart beating fast when you saw a few guys in there, cigars in their hands, their auras as bad as how they looked.

"Hey, sweetheart," one of them said, which you ignored completely.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you ignored the leering comments from the men in the alley. You clutched your camera bag tightly, feeling a surge of unease as you realized just how vulnerable you were in this dimly lit space.

Just as panic threatened to overtake you, a familiar sound cut through the tension—a whoosh of air followed by the distinct thud of impact. Before you could even process what was happening, Spider-Man descended from the shadows, landing gracefully in front of you with his trademark agility.

"Hey there, fellas," Spider-Man said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "I don't think the lady appreciates your company."

The men scoffed, eyeing Spider-Man with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. "And who are you supposed to be, huh?" One of them sneered, taking a step forward. You started taking your camera out of your bag, setting it up for a good shot, and to make it take as many photos as you could as both men focused on the hero.

Spider-Man's demeanor shifted subtly, his stance becoming more assertive as he addressed the group. "Let's just say I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and I'm not too keen on seeing people hassle innocent bystanders, especially this pretty girl," he replied, his tone firm.

The men hesitated, sizing up the masked vigilante before them. But before they could make another move, Spider-Man sprang into action, his movements a blur of speed and precision. With calculated strikes and well-timed dodges, he swiftly incapacitated the would-be troublemakers, leaving them groaning on the ground in defeat.

You watched in awe as Spider-Man effortlessly dispatched the thugs, a surge of gratitude welling up inside you. Once the immediate threat had been neutralized, Spider-Man turned to you, his masked eyes meeting yours with a sense of warmth and reassurance. You took your camera and looked at the pictures, so many good enough to be front page material.

"Are you okay there?" he asked, his concern evident even behind the mask.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you in his presence. "Yeah, I'm okay," you stammered, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded before you. You felt some drops of water falling on your face, looking up at the sky and wondering if more drops were falling. "Damn it, it's raining."

"Then let me take you out of here." without a warning, his hand wrapped around your waist, both of your bodies covering the camera. "Hold on tight lensgirl," you frown at the nicknmae. There's only one person that could call you like that, but you couldn't think much of it as you held dear life to him as he swang you around places.

You ended up on your apartment building—in your balcony, to be more exact—and the roof kept both of you off the water, you went inside for a moment to leave the camera in your bed and return. He was hanging from the ceiling as you watched him, forcing you to believe that everything that happened in the past ten minutes was not a dream.

"Don't you want to stand up? So you don't get dizzy."

"I like it this way. Don't worry. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you."

"No problem, that's my job."

"Because you're a hero," the masked guy sighs in front of you. making you feel slighty sad for it.

"Some people don't think so." and it was true, all the fake rumors to paint him as a bad guy made you think about how much free time all this people have to just tear the life of someone who really wants to help.

"But you are, at least I think that."

"It's nice to have a fan as pretty as you."

"Let me say thank you."

"But you already did."

"I meant the trip, not you saving me." You approached him more, and the sound of the rain at the back made the scene more lovely. Then slowly took the mask, only showing his lips. You were surprised by the familiar shape, making your mind go wild. No wonder Ni-Ki and Jake got nervous; no wonder Jake was the only one that could help you with the hero; and there's no wonder why he called you "Lensgirl."

Jake was Spider-Man.

Leaving your thoughts behind, you place your lips on his. The kiss was electrifying, a rush of emotions coursing through both of you as your lips met in a tender embrace. Raindrops fell softly around you, adding to the surreal moment as you shared this intimate connection with the masked hero who had just swept you off your feet—literally.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of clarity wash over you. Everything suddenly made sense—the mysterious conversations, the unspoken tension between you and Jake, even the strange nickname he had given you. It was all because he was Spider-Man, the hero you had admired from afar, and now he was the man whose lips were pressed against yours.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the kiss, the world fading away until it was just the two of you tangled together on that rooftop balcony.

"Thank you, Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"Wait… how?"

"You let out "Lensgirl," and I've stared at your lips too much to actually know the shape," he finally dropped himself, taking off his mask completely, revealing his red cheeks and normal shy demeanor.

He actually searched your face for any sign of rejection. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "But I wanted to tell you, not in this way; I've got to learn to also shut my mouth up. I… I care about you more than you'll ever know."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you reached up to cup his face in your hands, the weight of everything finally sinking in. "I care about you too, Jake," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just… I never imagined…"

Before you could finish your sentence, Jake leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, sealing the unspoken words between you with a promise of something more.

With a smile on your lips and love in your heart, you leaned into Jake's embrace, letting the warmth of his touch chase away the chill of the night as you watched the city skyline glitter in the rain.

"Please write a good news about me."

"Trust me, you'll sure have it, Spidey."

"I just realized that I've to thank Ri-Ki, damn it."

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0.01: | 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

❝ Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is ❞

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: richboy!heeseung and richgirl!reader (the reader is fem bodied)

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut

𝘄.𝗰: 5.08k

𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: voyeurism, balcony sex, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), doggy style, ballet dancer, face off, teasing, phonecall sex, petnames (sweetheart and princess), hair pulling and a surprise towards the end ;)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here]

intro || tuesday

You don't remember moving an inch after your little slip in the living room generated by your roommate, who eventually went to the building opposite his best friends, Sunghoon and Jake. For your great fortune, your sister's call that she would go to the apartment with food along with her girlfriend a few minutes after she left made you sigh calmly, knowing that you were going to have free grace therapy for your two favorite girls.

You decided to wait on the balcony of the place, breathing deeply in the fresh air of the afternoon. The sector you guys were in was remodelled, in fact the whole place, and in that you thanked your parents for lending you a significant sum of money for it by investing it in your comfortable home (because that was another thing you both shared, and it was being economically stable but wanting to be independent).

It had two armchairs with the perfect size for the average balcony, a small table in the center, and some padded high chairs that complemented everything harmoniously. This gave a perfect view of the urbanization and was at the same level as Heeseung's friends' window (unfortunately), but it was nothing from the other world. I only managed to appreciate the colored lights they installed each time they threw a massive party or just played on the console located in the room, although both buildings were quite close despite the street.

You observed from your position that in the opposite room, the three boys were receiving a boy announcing his entrance with some pizza boxes, and by the outfit, you could quickly recognize that it was Park Jongseoong. You had met each of them when Heeseung held a "small meeting," and Jake had come into your room believing it was the bathroom and coming back a few minutes later to talk to you because he was bored.

You still remember how the boy, whom you firmly believed was the personification of a golden retriever, pulled you out of your cave to join the party. Even though you wanted to wrap yourself in the sheets of your bed, you couldn't rest with all the noise; all you did was make sure you left your room safely and interacted against your will.

In your eyes, the four of them were quite different. Jake was quite friendly, and you could say that he was playful. Jay had shown himself to be a quiet extrovert but also a joker. Sunghoon was a pretty new case for you. In what you were sharing with the two foreigners, Sunghoon remained silent and only gave little smiles for education; all were interesting in their way, and along with Heeseung, you didn't avoid realizing how well they complemented each other, and you didn't doubt that their friendship was as you thought, "those that almost no longer exist."

The sound of the door being opened frightened you for a moment until you remembered that you had given the entry key to those who were coming. You got up excited to greet the couple with joy and relief. However, you didn't have to be a genius to know it would last a while when you dropped the bomb on your sister over Heeseung.

"Hey, are the dishes where they always are?" You shouted in affirmation, not ceasing to embrace Shuhua. She looked around and opened her eyes, surprised.

"How come Heeseung's not here?"

"It's in the boys' place." You pointed to the balcony, and Shuhua took the initiative to go there, so you had no choice but to get up and set the table. It was a routine all three had; Soojin arrived with food, and Shuhua was in charge of closing the balcony doors, although this time it was stronger than the previous ones when he saw Heeseung from a distance.

Shuhua wasn't such a fan of men, especially Heeseung, after your constant complaints about the women he brought home and all. And to your surprise, Soojin liked or hated Heeseung, but she was upset that he had no respect for you, your sister being the main reason Heeseung no longer brought his suitors to the place (or, well, not always).

All of you gathered at the table to eat in silence; only you were silent if we were sincere. The silence on your part made Soojin pay attention; she knew for sure that something was on your mind that was bothering you, and she was going to get that information out of you one way or another. Her direct attitude caught the attention of her girlfriend and yours when she applauded a little.

"What are you thinking?" Her eyes were fixed on you, and the surprise was on your face. You knew you weren't good at hiding your expressions, but you didn't think it was so obvious.

"Nothing."

"You're lying; you look like an idiot."

"Wow, Shuhua, thank you for that cute nickname." Your sarcastic voice didn't affect her; it even made her laugh. You had to tell her what happened, but there were no words to soften the situation.

"All right. You know Heeseung and I are pretty upset, and let's not forget I'm a mouthful. That part's important, actually." With Soojin's accusatory gaze and Shuhua's disgust, you wanted to stop, but you needed some advice. "Let's just say that I was screwing him with the fact that he was disgusting with sex and challenged me to have sex with him for seven days to prove otherwise." — Shuhua was choking on food, and Soojin was doing nothing to the shock of the above, reacting shortly after patting her girlfriend.

The two girls got up, trying to digest everything, and you could only shrink in your place.

"Look, I love you so much, as if you were my sister. And since I love you so much, I'm telling you to come live with us and leave this filthy scoundrel here and-"

"Accept what he proposed." You and Shuhua had a surprise expression all over your faces at what Soojin said after interrupting Shuhua.

"Honey, we're talking about Heeseung. The personification of an undeveloped human being wants to mess with the best creation in this world. No, I refuse." You were flattered by the last part, but you were confused anyway.

Soojin returned to his seat with a calmer appearance, unlike his girlfriend.

"I like Heeseung, if we forget that he used to bring girls to the place, but outside of that, he's a good guy, and you know it. Besides, don't look at it as a punishment like Shuhua does; look at it as a way to get you out of your misery. You've slept with other guys, but how many of them really made you feel good?" She was right. You were never happy with the sexual encounters you had because either they focused on their own pleasure or ended too quickly.

"None of them."

"Also, think things through. I don't like Heeseung, but I have to admit it's a...normal boy." Soojin held a small laugh and nodded at the words of her girlfriend, your hands intertwined with those of your sister, who gave you a warm smile.

"The decision is yours, and if it goes wrong, you have space in our home."

"But if the son of a bitch gets to-"

"Shuhua, please!"

"All right! Think about it!"

The beatings of your heart were pounding in your chest, while your senses seemed to be sharpening supernaturally. It was as if you were tuned to every detail of his environment in an almost animal-like way. You couldn't get Soojin's words out of your mind after they left, and you admitted with some regret that your older sister was right. Despite your reluctance toward Heeseung, there were valuable aspects to their relationship: his attention, his willingness to help you with tasks that were confusing to you, his undeniable attractiveness, and, although it was hard for you to admit, his maturity on most occasions.

Although you didn't want to look desperate, you realized you were looking for some kind of sexual release. Heeseung's offer was insinuated as an irresistible temptation. You weren't a complete novice; you had experiences that could be qualified as experimental. And considering the rumors about your "frenemy" sexual prowess, you couldn't help but fill your mind with bold thoughts. The thoughts of what his tactics would be like at the time, what kind of caresses he would like to receive or grant, and how he would explore their bodies in a fiery dance of desire. The idea of being with him, of giving up on each other in a whirlwind of passion, wrapped you in a spiral of anticipation.

"Damn it!" A cry of frustration emerged from your lips, suffocated by the pillow on your face. You sat on the bed, and your eyes sat on the clock table.

It was 1:28 a.m. Monday.

You could feel the need to take over, and he knew right away. You needed to release that tension that was invading you. Without further delay, you took a set of pajamas for the morning, hoping to cool off under the water of a shower. But the thought of Heeseung and the possibility of fulfilling his promise accompanied you as an insistent shadow, infusing his actions with a touch of anticipated electricity.

Looking for a break, you opted for a red fruit tea, confident that it would help you to reconcile your sleep without difficulty. For the second time on the day, you went to the balcony, a space that looked like an oasis of tranquility at that time. You leaned on the railing, letting your elbows sink into it, while your eyes rested on the streets that were illuminated by the faint light of the lighthouses. The day was routine, which meant that the urban landscape was calm. With your eyes closed, you gave in to the delight of that moment. The taste of the drink permeated your palate, giving it a sweet touch in the morning. You and the moon were the main actors in that serene moment. The cup emptied faster than expected, which led you to turn around and deposit it on the center table.

You were shocked to see Heeseung's figure approaching you. The boy was also slightly shocked before he burst into laughter at the fun scene. Heeseung stood before her, tied in one of her many loose black shirts, combined with her omnipresent grey joggers, which seemed to be an essential part of her wardrobe. You turned your back on him, trying to calm the accelerated heartbeat that the boy's mere presence caused inside you. After all, you had made a decision, and you weren't willing to take it back.

You were determined to follow the game Heeseung had proposed, to embark on those seven days that he promised so much.

You felt Heeseung's tall body settling next to yours, and your eyes turned to meet his. You noticed her staring at you, a little smile playing on her face. At that moment, they shared a moment charged with a mysterious attraction, as if they were two magnetic forces approaching inevitably.

"How come you're not asleep?" Heeseung began the conversation, breaking the silence. His voice sounded soft and slightly snoring, which only intensified the connection that was beginning to take shape between you two.

"I'm not sleepy. I slept a little in the afternoon after Soojin and Shuhua left." you answered, noticing Heeseung nodding in understanding. His eyes were placed on your profile—an action you didn't realize, but that stole his breath and left his mind momentarily blank.

For Heeseung, you've always been the most beautiful girl of all.

Your features were perfectly balanced, and your figure not only aroused his desire to explore what was under your clothes but also the desire to embrace you and never let you go. Your personality, an amalgam of strength and softness, created a balance that made you stand out wherever you went. Heeseung had been attracted to you from the moment he saw you smile brilliantly as you entered your apartment at that time, touching with emotion all that was within your reach.

At first, Heeseung thought it was just a passing infatuation, a superficial whim. That's why he went on with his way of life as a womanizer, unaware that you were becoming the missing piece in his life's puzzle.

"Sorry about today," Heeseung said again, bringing his voice closer to you. You looked at him, slightly confused by the apology. "What I said this afternoon was inappropriate. If you're uncomfortable and you need room, I can ask the boys to let me stay with them."

Moonlight did not favor you at all; in fact, its brightness allowed Heeseung to observe how your cheeks would acquire a lovely crimson tone. It was hard for him to contain a smile in front of that scene that I never imagined. A prolonged silence was established among you. What am I supposed to do now? Say something else.

Heeseung decided that his wishes were no longer worth hiding.

"I accept." you whispered suddenly, taking Heeseung by surprise.

"Do you accept me leaving?" Heeseung asked, bewildered.

A soft laugh sprang from your lips, making Heeseung even more confused.

"No. I accept that you show me how good you are." Your words resonated in Heeseung's mind, falling like pieces instead.

"I won't do anything you don't want." Heeseung said, his promises of respect and care being in contrast to the situation.

His words softened your heart a little, and you decided to venture even further. You brought your body a little closer to Heeseung's, enough to dare bite Heeseung's lower lip, adorned with a piercing in the middle, giving him a sigh that resounded with delight. It was a daring act under the moon, a gesture that sealed his complicity at that intense moment.

"Make me feel good, Heeseung." You challenged, your voice full of desire and longing.

"I'll show you the fucking clouds, sweetheart" he answered, letting his words carry a burning promise. Finally, both lips were found in a long-awaited and contained kiss for a long time. Heeseung's body leaned against the balcony railing, and his arms surrounded you, placing it in front of him without breaking his kiss.

You didn't stay behind; your fingers got tangled in the boy's platinum hair. The two were on the verge of a pact with Rati, a single movement to plunge into a whirlwind of fleshly desires. At that moment, they hid their true feelings, wrapped in a fire of passion and longing.

Each caress seemed desperate, a reflection of the months in which they had been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. Your hands left Heeseung's neck, exploring the boy's wide shoulders before firmly squeezing his biceps, an expression of the contained desire that was finally being released. Heeseung followed your example, your fingers playing with the soft satin fabric of your pajamas shirt that you were wearing at the time. Every touch of their warm hands under your shirt sent chills of anticipation through your skin, intensifying the passion that burned between them.

With a firm grip on your waist, Heeseung attracted you even closer, as if he wanted to merge their bodies into a passionate and unwavering embrace. The tip of her tongue subtly outlined your lips, causing a wider opening and an exchange of breath that culminated in the encounter between her tongues. The sweet taste of the cherry you shared in the tea accentuated the sensuality of the moment. Heeseung's hands gently walked the way from his abdomen to your bare breasts, making your skin stand before his touch.

His thumb and index fingers caressed your nipples, generating a moan that escaped from your lips and mixed with the boy's sigh. That sound sounded like music in Heeseung's ears, who smiled laciously at your answer. You were already lost in the pleasure he gave you, and in an instant of skillful movement, Heeseung's shirt disappeared from his body, revealing his skin in the moonlight.

Heeseung's skin was almost angelic in the darkness of the night. His figure, slightly worked, appeared in its maximum splendor without restriction of clothes. Her pants, lying suggestively down, implied that she was not wearing underwear—something that didn't go unnoticed for you and that fed your desire even more. However, the opportunity to admire his figure quickly disappeared as his lips looked for yours again with eagerness.

Heeseung explored your skin with his lips, charting a path from the back of his ear to your clavicles, following the same path you had walked seconds before with his shirt. Your breasts were released from their confinement, and Heeseung watched carefully as the cool evening wind hardened the nipples, generating a tempting and exciting image. His hands captured your breasts again, loving them delicately and firmly, causing you to tilt your head back, letting slip a sigh of pleasure that resonated in the atmosphere full of desire at the moment of feeling Heeseung's tongue giving little licks on them, gathering them to duplicate the pleasure it gave you. Each action lit fire between them, and the passion became more intense with each touch of their bodies.

Time seemed to expand at that moment of burning connection. After a while, Heeseung turned his attention away from the top of your body, and his hands slipped towards the back of his thighs, lifting you up easily. Together, they took a seat on one of the chairs, with you on top of Heeseung. Your knees were beside him, but you didn't sit completely down, wanting to prolong the moment of anticipation.

You let yourself be carried away by the frenzy of desire while their bodies were entangled in a dance of passion. In Heeseung's eyes, you looked like a goddess, and he worshipped you with every kiss he laid on his naked waist and the lines he drew with his lips. Every caress was an affirmation that what they were living was real, and your beauty in the moonlight stunned them.

Your lips took Heeseung's in another passionate kiss, but soon you parted with him, taking his hands to stand before him. The intensity in the air was palpable, charged with anticipation. Heeseung was momentarily baffled by your action, but his surprise quickly turned into grunting content when you got rid of your shorts and underwear. Kneeling in front of him, you looked him in the eye as your hands went up through Heeseung's covered thighs.

One action was enough to get rid of the only garment that covered his deepest desire. Your gaze focused on Heeseung's semi-erect limb. It was neither extremely thick nor venous, but its length caught your eye. The tip, dyed in a subtle red, shone with the pre-semen that emerged. Without looking away from his eyes, you let your tongue run through the liquid with a little tongue that stunned Heeseung.

"Damn, you're perfect for me." You were motivated by the comment and started with slow and sensual movements, caressing its length with your hands and applying the right pressure at the right time.

Heeseung's body reacted with soft movements, and the sight combined with the increasing humidity that could be seen in your pants generated a soft moan that escaped from his lips. You could see a grin on Heeseung's face before he closed his eyes, succumbing to pleasure.

Heeseung's hands encountered yours on his limb, gently removing them before you could continue. You raised your body to stand in front of him, and he sat you down so that his chest would touch your back. Your legs were opened by Heeseung, who placed his dick between your folds, no penetration whatsoever. Keeping the erotic contact and the tension.

Heeseung's fingers explored your clitoris, causing your body to shake and your hips to spin in small circles, both trapped in a whirlwind of desire. But the sweet nickname he used at that intimate moment highlighted the contrast between sin and affection, generating your lower part to beat in anticipation.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." Heeseung's digits explored your body, finding the way to the moisture that enveloped them both. Your moaning increased in intensity as you were carried away by the pleasure that took hold of you. Although you tried to keep quiet, the desire grew uncontrollably, pushing you to express yourself more and more. Heeseung surprised you by inserting a finger into you, and the contact made you bow your back while you were making a drowning moan.

The feeling of fullness and the touch of your skin with Heeseung's filled you with intense excitement. The second finger joined the first finger, shrinking and causing a tremor throughout your being. Your hands clung to Heeseung's thighs as your hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers, looking for more of that intoxicating sensation.

You couldn't deny that the moment of passion was like being in an uncontrollable flame that threatened to consume them completely. You opened your eyes, clouded by pleasure, and met the intense gaze of Heeseung, who had been watching you with a mixture of desire and worship. However, he didn't seem willing to let you take the reins any longer.

You looked ahead to give Heeseung your neck, and you didn't know if it was the moment that was making you hallucinate, confirming that it wasn't a mirage when you decided to focus completely, leaving pleasure on one side.

Sunghoon was watching everything from the balcony of his respective department through his circular lenses, and by the expression he carried, he had been surprised by the situation. The girl gradually stopped her movements, getting Heeseung to let go of a grunt.

"Is everything okay? There's something wrong?" — With no reaction from you, Heeseung followed your gaze, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he saw his best friend with his favorite cup in his hand, without looking away from them. Sunghoon, seeing that he was caught, began to fix his surroundings until Heeseung threw a whistle, drawing his attention. At no time did Heeseung's hands move away from you, forcing you both to stand up and stand in front of the railing, your breasts completely exposed to Sunghoon and his free hand on your hips, his lips touching your right ear in a tempting way. "Do you like Sunghoon watching you? "See how you fuck yourself?" —the squeeze your walls gave his fingers confirmed his doubt.

You were ecstatic with the simple fact that that shy boy had now sat like an obedient child in a chair that they also had in their place in front of Heeseung, ignoring both of you by looking at his phone.

"Do you want to give him a little show?" With courage, you nodded. Heeseung left you for a moment, searched his pants for his phone, and returned to you. The screen clearly showed how Heeseung was calling Sunghoon. They both saw Sunghoon take his cell phone, and with a little doubt, he answered the call.

"Hyung, I'm sorry. I will go to my-."

"Don't go it, Sunghoon; we like being watched. Enjoy the view and the audio. Also, if you want to jerk yourself off, do it." You could see Sunghoon's eyebrows going up in surprise, and later on, he was sitting in front like he was before.

Your jaw was taken by Heeseung and placed so that your sight was fixed in Park. Heeseung again explored your intimate area, and at this point, you could feel your legs shaking as your orgasm was postponed. You could see Sunghoon shaking his leg from top to bottom with shyness, but his eyes would not move away in any way, coming into visual contact with him. You saw a little bit down, noticing his dick being marked in his pajamas. Heeseung pulled out his fingers, causing you to complain of dissatisfaction and look over your shoulder. But your complaints became a louder moan when you felt his penis pressing against your entrance. Your bodies were connected in a way that exceeded any expectations, and now you were leaning against the bar and with your ass at the perfect angle for Heeseung to enter in a delicious way, feeling the warmth and firmness of your torso while he held you with his arms. The phone in your hand was close to you, and you just knew how needy you sounded to Sunghoon.

Your movements and Heeseung's were reflected in Sunghoon's glasses; he couldn't keep his eyes off both of you. Every sigh, every touch, and every gesture of pleasure they shared had an effect on Sunghoon. You could see the desire to sprout in Sunghoon, his dick creating a tent in his pants. You placed the phone loudspeaker closer to your lips, sliding your hand through your own body, caressing your abdomen, and stopping in your clitoris.

"Sunghoon, touch yourself with me. Please."

Passion was burning in the air as the movements of the three of you began to synchronize. Sunghoon finally released his penis and wrapped it with his hand. The pressure he exerted on it was reflected in the veins that emerged from it. Heeseung filled and caressed you from within, and you could only lift your hips desperately, looking for that overwhelming feeling that only he could give you at that moment. Heeseung's hands went around your back, your hips, and your breasts, as if he wanted to touch every inch of your being. You let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure, your moaning filling the whole place and ear of Sunghoon as his movements became more frantic, screaming from time to time. You felt Heeseung's palm groaning your ass, the sting making you scream ecstatic.

In an act of impulse, you opened your eyes (which you didn't realize you had closed), noticing how Sunghoon was beginning to unbutton his shirt, allowing his skin to come into contact with the fresh air of the night, and his movements had increased speed, looking for his orgasm.

"Sunghoon, will you cum with me?" You saw Sunghoon throw his head back, and both you and Heeseung heard a grunt followed by a chain of groans.

Sunghoon's hand continued to move, occupying every inch of his swollen penis; his movements were almost as equal as yours on the next balcony. The sight of the Sunghoon was making you feel like you were going to explode at any moment.

"Shit, Heeseung, I'm cumming." Heeseung wasted no time, and it was his turn to stand in front of you. Taking your left leg, he made you wrap it around his hip with his hand right on your buttocks.

"Let me see you while you're doing it." —and once again, he came back with his unbridled movement. Now the speed of his action was fast; you both were looking like animals, but Heeseung was more focused on making you have the best orgasm in your life.

Your breasts were bouncing in front of him, your lips half open, leaving free high moans mingling with Heeseung's own sighs and listening to Sunghoon's whimpers. "Heeseung, Sunghoon, I'm close." —your grip on Heeseung's shoulder for support intensified when you felt that familiar knot in your belly, your moans being silenced by Heeseung's lips, who was also reaching his release before the exquisite feeling of your entrance by not wanting to let go.

Pleasure was built within you as an unstoppable storm. You could feel the contractions of your body approaching the edge, making your grip on the phone harder, and Heeseung was on the verge of losing control. The moans and whispers filled the space between them; every touch, every kiss, and every caress pushed them beyond their limits.

"You're perfect for me, sweetheart. You squeeze me so tight. Fuck." The climax finally reached both of you—an explosion of sensations that enveloped your bodies completely. You clung to Heeseung as the waves of pleasure dragged you and were heard by the two boys, your body trembling in its ecstasy. Heeseung followed you, his release triggered by the burning union of their bodies. Both fell into a sea of satisfaction and exhaustion, their entwined breaths as they recovered their composure. You looked at Sunghoon, having the perfect view of how he let himself be carried by the wave of pleasure that ran through him, his hand and thighs covered by the uncontrollable jets of his semen, getting you to squeeze Heeseung's penis at the sight of the boy, who was now submissive. You felt a void when it finally came out of you. Heeseung moved the hand that had the cell phone to your lips.

"Come on, talk to Sunghoon, sweetheart." You swallowed dry and took off the speaker. You could clearly hear Sunghoon's sighs and feel his eyes across the balcony.

"Sunghoon?"

"Hey," Sunghoon's agitated voice returned your greeting. Your eyes deviated to his body because he was an athlete; he had a dream body, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to kiss that mole he had on his collarbone. You couldn't stop looking at his figure. "If you want, I'll send you a picture."

"Don't worry about it, just- " You took a leap into the air, feeling Heeseung's lips sticking to your vulva. You breathed a sigh down to see Heeseung. "I'm sorry"

"Is he licking you clean, princess? You must be dripping; Heeseung has that privilege, but it would have been better if you have two people."

"Really? How would you do that? Fuck, Heeseung." Your sensitivity was growing as the boy cleaned both of your fluids. Your hand went to his hair, pulling it slightly.

"Why don't you look?" Your eyes stopped the boy in his glasses, he got settled in the chair he had, and his middle finger and ring took a quantity of semen that remained on the tip. Shortly after licking that, you opened your eyes with surprise.

Was that the guy who didn't even look at you weeks ago?

Heeseung sucked out your clitoris, confirming that he actually made you touch the clouds without stepping on the sky; he had brought the sky to you. A final kiss was deposited that made you moan one last time. He looked at his cell phone in your hand and hung up on Sunghoon.

"One of seven, get ready for tomorrow, sweetheart. I'll show you what devotion is."

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