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Mood: I Put a Spell On You, Annie Lennox.
Jay is pretty sure he’s high as fuck right now.
He must be, because ceilings don’t normally spin like that.
He’s leaning his head back against the wall, sprawled out on the couch. He must look as gone as he feels, because he hears Jake snort before he feels steps approaching him.
“Hyung, I think that last blunt you rolled for Jay did a number on him,” Jake’s face comes into vision, leaning over him from above, and Jay feels his skin itch to wipe that smirk off of his stupid face.
“Poor kitty looks wrecked,” Jake licks his lips, eyes sporting a glint Jay is all too familiar with, “like he does when he gets fucked good.”
Jay shoots him the dirtiest look he can manage in his condition, but it only seems to amuse Jake even further.
“He always looks fucked-out when we smoke,” Heeseung answers from where he’s rolling another blunt on the kitchen table, “It’s hot as fuck.”
Jay may be high, but Heeseung has been smoking all night — and when Heeseung smokes his lizard brain takes over until the only thoughts forming in his brain are a messy tangle of horny and sleepy — so Jay isn’t surprised at all from Heeseung’s unhelpful remark.
Then, because he can’t resist adding his own two cents when it’s about Jay and his misery, Park Sunghoon butts in.
“That’s because he has the tolerance of a fucking teenage girl that’s never seen a blunt in her life,” he scoffs,and Jay can already feel a wave of heat surging up to his cheeks and the tip of his ears, “likes to get fucked like one, too.”
“Shut up,” Jay mumbles, but it lacks the bite it normally has — partly because he’s high out of his wits and partly because, well.
Sunghoon has a mean streak: it’s openly acknowledged as a fact between the four of them. It’s also openly acknowledged that it turns Jay on, whenever Sunghoon is mean to him.
Most times he bites back, and they bicker until Jay ends up shoved against a surface with Sunghoon pinning him to it. Other times he just— he just takes it.
Takes all the degrading words with a flush to his cheeks and a dry mouth, lets Sunghoon take it out on him until Jay’s begging for Sunghoon to fuck him — a request Sunghoon is always more than glad to satisfy.
Still, he tries to keep his dignity somewhat intact, and grits out a “You’re the one that gets horny like a fucking dog whenever you smoke. I bet you’re hard right now, you slut.”
Meanwhile, Jake has begun crowding him against the couch he’s sitting on, one of his knees slipping in between Jay’s parted legs as he stares him down like a predator stares at its prey before pouncing.
He looks crazed, red, puffy eyes scanning every inch of Jay’s body as Jay keeps still, lying motionless against the ruddy surface of their apartment’s worn-out sofa.
Sunghoon exhales a puff of smoke, and Jay looks away from Jake to steal a glance.
He’s watching Jay and Jake with keen interest — same as Heeseung, probably — and he looks unfairly hot with a joint between his fingers and his dangly earrings swaying at every move of his head.
“If I’m a slut what does that make you, doll? Everybody knows you get off on getting told what a fucking whore you are.”
Jay gulps, and Jake is now leaning down, both of his hands on either side of Jay’s shoulders effectively trapping him against the backrest of the couch.
He still has that ridiculous smirk on his lips, like he already knows he’s won.
Jay does the only thing he can to save face while he can, and lies through his teeth.
“Not much else I can use to get myself off with you around, dickhead.”
And that. That is just a lie. Sunghoon has a well-more-than-average cock and knows well how to use it — or his fingers, or even his mouth.
The man is skilled, and he and Jay both know this, just like Heeseung and Jake do.
It doesn’t hurt to put him and his massive fucking ego in place every once in a while, though.
Jake giggles, lust clouding over his eyes.
“Don’t lie, kitty cat,” he sing-songs while pressing his knee to Jay’s crotch, eliciting a small whimper Jay tries with all his might to smother down his throat.
“Be a good kitty and Hoonie might eat you out later, ‘mkay?”
Jay’s head is fuzzy with weed and the feel of Jake’s lips against his neck, and he blinks in an attempt to focus his vision once more.
David Bowie is still playing in the background from Heeseung’s portable speaker, and Jay’s brain hooks itself onto the lyrics of Moonage Daydream to avoid succumbing to Jake’s ministrations.
Don’t fake it, baby
Lay the real thing on me
And almost like prompted by the song, Jake does, and suddenly his lips are not kissing at his neck, instead they’re smashed against Jay’s vehemently.
Jake kisses Jay like he’s a man dying of thirst, and one of his hands shifts to hold the side of Jay’s face.
Jay is swept away by the tide that is kissing Sim Jaeyun, tongues dancing together and sliding against each other.
Jake takes, takes and takes. He’s rushed, famished, and Jay lets him have whatever he wants.
He tastes like the weed they’ve been smoking all night and Jay can’t get enough of it, already high but climbing up higher with every swipe of Jake’s tongue.
Jake’s knee is still pressing down on his crotch, making Jay lightheaded.
He squirms, feeling tension build up inside him like a fire inside his belly. Jake presses him down against the couch harder.
“Don’t move,” he mumbles, eyes scanning over Jay’s glazed over eyes and his kissed-red lips.
“Be good and stay put.”
Suddenly, Jay catches Heeseung getting up from the table and walking towards them with the corner of his eye.
He turns to look at his hyung, and his eyes meet a gaze dark with lust and clouded by the smoke and the scene unfolding before him.
Jay’s gaze travels down Heeseung’s body hungrily, and the corner of Heeseung’s lips lifts in a smirk.
Jake moves to make room for Heeseung and his knee releases the pressure from Jay’s crotch, but his lips immediately go back to kissing, licking and sucking hungrily at Jay’s neck and his hands start traveling down Jay’s body.
Way too caught up in the feeling of Jake’s fingers pressing down on his waist with intent and the wet slide of his tongue against his sensitive neck, Jay doesn’t notice Heeseung lighting up the blunt between his fingers and taking a hit before leaning down.
He takes hold of Jay’s chin, warm and calloused hands pressing lightly until Jay’s jaw goes slack, and before Jay has time to process what’s going on Heeseung leans in and blows the smoke directly into his open mouth.
They’re shotgunning, and Jay can’t do anything but breathe the smoke in as he lies there, helpless, at Jake and Heeseung’s mercy.
It fills his lungs and clouds over his head even further.
Jay looks at Heeseung reverently, like a believer looks at his God.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s worshipped Heeseung.
He is, after all, his first love. Jay takes all Heeseung gives him until the smoke runs out, and he feels another pair of lips against his.
If Jake kisses like he’s a man in the desert and Jay’s mouth is an oasis, Heeseung kisses like a thunderstorm in the open sea.
He’s all consuming and intense, deliberately slow in taking him apart.
Jay’s hand comes up to tangle itself in Heeseung’s hair, holding onto it as if to ground himself, while Heeseung has already taken a hold of his hips.
Meanwhile, Jake has zipped Jay’s pants down, and suddenly his warm hand is tracing a path down south, slipping inside Jay’s panties and finally brushing against Jay’s hot core.
Sighing into Heeseung’s mouth, Jay whines at the unbearable feeling of expert fingers swiping against wet folds, gathering warm slick and massaging the bundle of nerves with circular motions that make the hair on the back of Jay’s neck stand tall.
“Fuck,” Sunghoon’s voice sounds as breathless as Jay feels, arching off of the couch in an attempt to move against Jake’s hand.
Heeseung is drawing small circles on the skin of his hips with his fingers, and he hasn’t stopped kissing Jay once — almost making it a mission to swallow every moan climbing up Jay’s throat.
Everything feels like too much — Jake’s fingers, his teeth biting down on the juncture of Jay’s neck and shoulder like a fucking dog claiming his possession, Heeseung’s lips on his, his hands splayed on his waist, holding him down and making him take it.
When Heeseung finally pulls away, Jay opens his eyes, dazed and dizzy with pleasure and desire, and finds Sunghoon staring him down menacingly with nothing but unadulterated want.
Unceremoniously, he drops to his knees in front of Jay, takes a hold of his jeans and pulls, eliciting a yelp out of Jay.
Then, he takes a hold of Jay’s hips and roughly turns him around, manhandling him on his knees with his hands bracing against the wall in front of him.
“What— what the fuck are you doing?”
Sunghoon hums, before sliding Jay’s jeans along with his panties even further down Jay’s ass and roughly splaying his hands on the flesh, pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his pink, fluttering hole.
“Just taking what’s mine.”
Jay can feel Heeseung and Jake’s gazes burning holes through him, staring with what he knows are increasingly turned on expressions.
He moans at the first feel of Sunghoon’s finger entering his tight heat, unable to contain the sound leaving his lips.
Sunghoon fingers him fast and hard, scissoring his two fingers inside Jay’s pussy at a punishing pace.
Jay turns his head to the side, unable to hold himself together with the overwhelming waves of pleasure rippling through him.
Inadvertently, he locks his gaze with Heeseung’s.
Heeseung’s eyes are dark and thick with desire, and Jay gasps as he finds himself unable to look away from the storm taking place inside of them.
Sunghoon goes down on him then, just like Jake promised, and Jay almost comes instantly at the wet feeling of Sunghoon’s tongue swiping over his folds.
He moans again, letting go of all restraints, and he struggles to keep his eyes on Heeseung’s.
With every flick of Sunghoon’s tongue, Jay is taken apart on that couch for Heeseung and Jake to see.
Just when he feels the heat inside him building up, Sunghoon pulls away, and Jay whines in frustration.
“N-no! Make me cum, you idiot!” he cries out, distraught.
“No?” he hears Sunghoon say in mock confusion, “but I thought you said I didn’t get you off. Were you close, doll?”
Jay feels tears of frustration well into his eyes, and he pants, hands clawing to the wall to right himself up.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” he bites, the humiliation of being on display for the three of them like this burning in his gut.
“Then, would you rather go find someone else to finish the job for me?” Sunghoon pretends to think, but Jay can see his eyes glint with something he can’t quite recognize behind the blur of his own unshed tears.
“Someone like that fucker you were flirting with earlier, maybe?”
And that means Jay is done for. He shakes his head vehemently but it’s too late: Heeseung’s eyes are back on him, but they hold something else than just lust now, something possessive and dangerous.
He can feel Jake clenching his jaw in anger even without needing to look at him.
“No— no! It’s not— I didn’t flirt with him, he was just s-selling me the weed!”
Sunghoon laughs, and it’s laced with venom.
“Really? Then why is it he gave you more than the amount we’d asked without making you pay for it, doll?”
Jay is at a loss for words, racking his brain to recall the encounter, but his mind does not seem to want to cooperate with him at the current moment.
Heeseung lifts an eyebrow, impassive.
“Is that true, baby?”
Jay shakes his head vehemently, even more tears coming up to wet his eyes.
“No, please— I wasn’t flirting with him! He just t-told me I was pretty and he gave me more but I swear I didn’t do anything!”
Desperate for release, he doesn’t realise he’s moving backwards until he feels the sharp sting of a hand coming down on his ass with a harsh slap.
“Stay still, you’ll come when I tell you to.”
Jay pushes a noise of distress back down, suppressing the urge to act like a full on brat and inevitably worsen his condition.
“How about this, kitty,” Jay turns to look at Jake, who is now leaning down to be on eye-level with him.
“You tell us who you belong to, and we let you cum. How’s that?”
Jay’s cheeks burn with shame and want at the same time. Fuck this.
“I don’t belong to anyone, much less to you assholes.”
Another slap to his ass. Jay hisses in pain.
“Wrong answer, doll. I suggest you do not get this wrong a second time.”
Swallowing down his pride, he casts his head down, unable to look any of them in the eye as he mumbles out the words.
“Speak up, baby. Hoon and Jake may be giving you a second chance but I am not as forgiving.”
At Heeseung’s menacing words, he shuts his eyes tight and speaks louder.
“I said yours,” he lifts his eyes up to meet Heeseung’s stormy ones once again, “I am yours.”
“That’s right,” Sunghoon growls out before diving back in to lap at Jay’s hole.
Jay screams, pleasure assaulting him again with the force of a tornado.
He pants and moans, clawing at the wall for support, coming undone under Sunghoon’s tongue while Heeseung and Jake watch with rapt attention.
Jay gives himself to them whole, like he always does — body, flesh, blood, soul, mind and heart.
He can hear Heeseung and Jake take turns to whisper filthy things in his ear, but he can only moan in response, too fucked out to actually answer with words.
Egging him on, calling him names, telling him how good he is — so good for them.
After what feels like hours of Sunghoon’s tongue sliding against his folds and his fingers working him open, Jay finally feels the wave of his orgasm wash over him, and he comes with a cry, still pinned beneath the three of them on the couch and against the wall.
His vision blinds as white spots dance before his eyes, and he slumps in the position he’d let Sunghoon manhandle him in.
When he regains enough consciousness, Jake is brushing his fingers through his hair and Heeseung is cupping the base of his neck, lightly stroking the skin there with his thumb.
His eyes flutter open, and Jay feels the tingling sensation of Sunghoon cleaning the remainder of his juices up.
He sighs, relaxing into the gentle touches as they ground him in his place.
In the background, David Bowie has now been replaced by Led Zeppelin, and Jay is finally coming down from his high — in more ways than one.
He groans, propping himself up on shaky arms while Sunghoon slides his panties back up.
“There you go, doll,” he says, kissing the inside of his thigh softly.
“You did so good, love.”
Jay hums, too tired to form a coherent sentence, and he turns back around to sit down on the couch once more, this time just in his panties and the Oasis t-shirt Jake had bought him for his birthday last year.
It’s a bit worn, because Jay loved it so much he wore it whenever he could, so it slips down one of his shoulders to reveal a silver of collarbones and smooth skin.
Jake immediately attaches himself to it, licking away like a proper puppy.
“Stop it, you mutt. It tickles.”
He only half-tries to shove Jake away, but immediately surrenders to Jake’s display of affection.
When Jake finally moves away, he resolves to clinging contentedly to Jay, who keeps his eyes closed to try and clear his head from the smoke and the orgasm.
“Our kitty’s so good to us. Only ours, right?”
Jay can hear Heeseung settling back into his other side and going back to rolling the joint he’d discarded to shotgun Jay earlier, while Sunghoon is still peppering kisses on Jay’s calves reverently.
He sighs, and against his better judgment feels a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Yeah, puppy. All yours.”