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This is soooo not fucking funny.
Sunoo thought, grumbling to himself in this cylindrical metal drum, cursing himself. This type of shit always happens to me and it’s ridiculous. It seems that he can’t catch a break nowadays—from exams, to embarrassing himself to this.
Oh, yeah. That’s right—
Kim Sunoo is currently stuck in the washing machine as he was trying to get his clean clothes out.
The smell of his clean, floral scent of his detergent would normally calm his nerves; honeysuckle and magnolia foes have therapeutic properties, but that will not do in this situation.
The problem is that he’s stuck by the hips. He had crawled in deep and when he tries to push himself out, his hips are in the way. Curse these hips, he grimaced, they do nothing but make his life harder.
Normally, one of his step-brothers would be around. Either Heeseung or Sunghoon should be in the house. However, he does not want to call for their help right now. It’s embarrassing.
If any one of them finds him in this state, he will never come home ever again. Heeseung is such a cool, caring and mature man; he will not hesitate to lend a hand to his baby brother—but he’d definitely think he’s a dunce for getting stuck in the washing machine.
Sunghoon on the other hand, will not only not be any help, he would laugh and poke fun at him. He will never hear the light of it if he finds out. So much for muscles and no brain.
He tries to push himself out again, with more force than before. To no avail, he couldn’t get past the small opening. His hip bones are beginning to hurt at this point from the friction.
It doesn’t help that the tight space is only making Sunoo feel claustrophobic, the walls feel like they’re going to close on him. The holes that cover the entire surface of the drum is giving him the heebie-jeebies too.
What if something crawls out of the hole? Like a spider, or a worm or a cockroach—god, he was getting anxious thinking about it.
He wiggles himself again, hoping that he would magically come out. Nope, not a chance.
It leaves him with no choice but to call for help. Inhaling, exhaling back, he mentally prepares himself for the jokes he’s about to be the subject of for decades and shouts at the top of his lungs.
“Sunghoon! Heeseung! A little help here?” He exclaims, hoping that the sound waves get to propagate out of this stupid washing machine. There was no feedback, he was starting to worry.
“Sunghoooon! Heeeseeeuuung! I need help!”
He cringes at the sound of his own voice bouncing back to him. He prays that one of them could hear him. Even better if his mom suddenly came home from work.
From the distance, he hears the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, getting nearer.
“Sunoo? Is that you?” He breathed a sigh of relief, that sounds like Heeseung.
“I’m at the washing machine!” He shouts. More like, in the washing machine.
He hears Heeseung walking towards him in the kitchen, then he hears another distinct footsteps following and he sighs. Sunghoon’s coming as well, isn’t he?
Before anything, he hears Sunghoon’s boisterous cackle, making his ears go red.
“What the hell? Pft, why are you in there?” He rolled his eyes sassily, he had enough of him. His laughter was ringing through the place.
“Are you okay, Sunoo? Are you stuck?” Heeseung chimed in, asking him with a soft voice, concerned.
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be asking for help,” He replied, trying to wiggle out.
Sunghoon and Heeseung exchanged looks. The same thought crossed their minds and they don’t need tongues to communicate what they thought of.
This looks like the start to a porno.
They can’t seem to get that thought out of their heads since it was Sunoo’s cute little ass stuck out of the washing machine. Sunghoon tried to suppress a smirk, it was too good of a coincidence for him.
“How long have you been stuck in there, baby cakes?” Sunghoon asked teasingly just to get a rise out of him.
As expected, the boy groans out of annoyance and wriggled his body, unknowingly shaking his ass for the boys to see.
“Why does that matter?!—Ugh, please, just get me outta here!” He complained, demanding to be saved. It was getting stuffy from the condensation of the damp clothes.
Heeseung’s eyes can’t peel away from the boy, he was lying if he’s not a little excited. Sunoo was wearing a particularly accessible article of clothing—a cute white pleated skirt, his panties peeking out as he wiggles himself—it was like he was asking for it.
He would be lying if he says he’s not attracted to the pretty boy in the slightest. They’ve been step siblings for a firm couple of years and he does find Sunoo charming and alluring.
He has a beautiful figure; curvy, hourglass-shaped body, lithe and petite like a doll. He dresses pretty, talks and acts cute all the time—he’s a charmer. But no one could be more smitten than his younger brother, of course, but he is very much attracted to Sunoo.
He comes closer, gently tapping his calf to get Sunoo’s attention.
“We’ll think of something quick,” Heeseung shot a look at Sunghoon, then sighs.
Sunghoon has gone completely stupid over the sight of Sunoo’s ass. Predictable. He knows what Sunghoon’s thinking and he knows Sunghoon knows what’s on his mind too.
He motions Sunghoon to come over to him, snapping him out of his probably disgusting daydream.
“Soooo…?”
He cocks his head towards Sunoo’s direction, taking not so sneaky glances at his ass again as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Can you please hurry up? I’m getting kinda hungry… I haven’t eaten lunch yet,”
Sunoo whines, thrashing his legs around. The boys watches as the soft flesh of his milky thighs jiggle. God damn. Those thigh-high white socks are definitely the devil.
“What a brat for someone in need of our help,” Sunghoon says, making Sunoo grunt again.
“I’d do anything for you two to help me out,”
Heeseung’s eyebrows quirked at that statement, a slow grin grows on his lips as he looks at Sunghoon.
“Anything?” He asks intently, Sunoo answers desperately.
“Anything.” Not knowing what he had coming.
Sunoo was waiting for them to do something on the other side. Frankly, it was embarrassing that his butt is sticking out like that. He hopes they can’t see his panties, or at least have the decency to not mention it later.
Out of nowhere, he feels a big hand, coarse palms grazing the skin of the back of his thighs. Following that action was Heeseung’s chuckle.
“Aww, you have no idea how innocent you are sometimes, pretty baby,”
His hand travels higher, making Sunoo shiver. His stomach tightens, shocked by Heeseung’s words. What are they doing?
Sunghoon joined in, taking both hands to the right side of his plump thigh and caressing it, loving how the slightest touches has already made Sunoo quiver.
“Where were you going anyway looking so pretty like this, hm?”
Sunghoon gripped on the plush, earning a surprised gasp from the younger who has resorted to biting down his lips to suppress any sound.
The way they were touching him was deliberate. They were arousing him, feeling and squeezing him like Sunoo’s a little toy for them.
“Going out—with, friends,” He breathed out, he notices that the left side is getting close into his inner thigh, his rough fingertips sending shivers down his spine as he graze his skin.
“You don’t need to look pretty for friends. You dress up for boyfriends,” Heeseung informed as if this was a conversation running at the dining table during dinner.
He gasps when he feels his right ass groped shamelessly. Circled and squeezed, over and over again.
“You’re not having one on our watch. Why bother when you have us—right, Sun?” Sunghoon added, kneading his ass.
It was round and plump, but soft, it was so addicting to toy around. Wicked to be having such perverted teasing with your step-brother, but there are a lot worse things out there.
A hard slap landed on his ass, sending sharp pain travelling through his spine and bending his body outwards. The longer this goes on, Sunoo’s about to pass out from his blushing and gasping. Another hit landed and he hears Heeseung chuckle darkly, humiliating him.
As if it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, he felt his skirt was flipped up, revealing his panties under.
“You’re so wet already. Baby boy really likes us,”
Heeseung commented, now both sides of his ass were being abused, spanked and kneaded and squeezed as they pleased. Sunoo only helplessly lets them be, trying to stop himself from getting turned on even further.
Slick starts dripping from his pussy, further drenching the pink cotton panties and creating a growing dark patch. The lips of his pussy becoming more visible the more they touch him, sticking to the fabric.
Heeseung could see how his legs are trembling, overwhelmed by the unexpected stimulation he is receiving, sympathetic towards him.
He was about to assure Sunoo when he spots the greedy spark in Sunghoon’s countenance. His hands smoothening over the globes, aiming for his nether region.
“Sunghoon,” He called, subtly trying to stop him from going too far, but the other only shot a mischievous grin, his finger tracing the slit of his pussy.
“Shh—chill, Heeseung. Sunoo can take it, I know he wants this,”
There was a whiny noise coming from Sunoo. It wasn’t protesting—the exact opposite—Sunoo was desperate, he wiggled himself again, sticking his ass higher.
Sunghoon chuckled, “What a good boy,” He says with a purr of voice never heard of Heeseung. Sunghoon traces his slit back and forth, enjoying how Sunoo rolls his hips out of attempt to make Sunghoon reach more.
Sunoo was relishing in this spotlight—never would he ever thought that he’d be stuck in a washing machine, or being groped by his hot step brothers—now that it’s happening, he can’t help but play into it.
He imagines how they are right now, their eyes focused and of hungry lustful gazes to his body. Undressing him with their minds, probably wanting him in their bed.
Heeseung was pressing kisses to the exposed skin of his thighs, it was ticklish. Expected from such a gentleman like him, Sunoo figures. Leaving Sunghoon to finally press on his clit, pulling out a drawn out moan from him, the pleasure sent to his body.
“God, you sound prettier than in my head, baby,” Sunghoon began rubbing his clitoris in a circular motion, the friction of the fabric is making him sigh and gasp. The boys listens to his soft, airy moans that go straight to their dicks. Heeseung kept kissing his thighs, his other hand palming his hardening member.
Sunoo was getting lightheaded from everything. It was so much to take. As he tries to get a hold of himself, suddenly he felt a sudden hard, piercing pain on his thigh—Heeseung had bitten down on his flesh without any warning. The coil in his stomach tightens unexpectedly, his throat lets out a strangled moan.
Meanwhile, as Sunoo’s hips began staggering at his ministrations, Heeseung has taken a sign that he was getting close. He didn’t want to waste time anymore—his cock was painfully straining against the tight jeans.
“Hoon, we better move fast—” Before he could finish his sentence, Sunghoon had decided to grab hold of Sunoo’s flimsy panties and without hesitation, ripping it open with his hands.
The eldest gave a blank face, not sure on what he should react at that. Sunghoon chided, defending himself.
“What, it’s easier,”
He left Sunghoon at that, deciding to tend to the now whimpering Sunoo, whining for their touch and attention. His blooming pink folds were peeking out in between his globes, glistening and dripping with his slick.
Surprisingly, Heeseung didn’t think twice before running his fingers through his slit, collecting the sticky liquid on his hand and making Sunoo shudder.
“Sunoo, babe, you said you’d do anything for our help, yeah?” He asks, not for confirmation but just to hear his helpless voice plea.
“Please, please,”
He begs, and he’s sure that if they could see his face, his eyes would be all big and round, lips jutting out to look innocent.
He was nothing but innocent, his eyes would sometimes flicker a glint of rouse when they linger on them.
When he sits in Heeseung’s room, begging for him to teach him play the electric guitar—Heeseung had him sit in between his legs and propped the guitar for him, guiding his hand to strum and pluck the strings, holding the fingerboards on the right places.
When he watches as they work out together in the small gym in the garage, pressing weights and deadlifting, eyes studying them as he leans at the door frame.
Even joining for kicks only staying for a few tries for Sunghoon to hold his waist in place while he tries to lift. His back purposely pressing against Sunghoon’s front—Heeseung sees and notes.
Sunoo was nothing but a vixen, it was only fair they give him what he wants.
“Then, be a good boy and let us break you in.”
Sunoo hums, his heart pounding out of his chest out of anticipation, his tummy was a spiralling hurricane, a bomb waiting for a mass destruction.
But, he had to take a sharp breath when he felt two long, bony fingers jabbed right into his entrance, weaselling into his tight walls and making him weak in his knees. He let out a whimper, not used to having something inserted into him.
Only his fingers and naughty, secretly bought toys have gone in his pussy, and only when he was desperate. Having something you can’t control was a novelty, it just so happens to be his step brother.
He feels the fingers slowly pulled out, then quickly pushed in again, each time with shorter intervals. His walls only clam tighter around him, trying to adjust to his fingers. He wanted it to go slower, but he wanted more at the same time. It felt good having Heeseung reach depths he couldn’t achieve with his fingers.
Shortly after, suddenly it had increased in girth as Heeseung inserted the third finger without telling him—it was then when he feels the burning stretch. It felt as if he was tearing at the edges trying to fit Heeseung’s fingers in.
Was this what he meant by breaking him in? Was he about to break after this?
“H-Hah…H-Heeseung, slow down, ” Sunoo breathed out, but he didn’t heed his order. Rather, he thrusts his finger deeper, faster to make him moan again.
“Mmh~! Fuck, hurts,” He spluttered, wincing at the pain when suddenly, his back arched from his fingers prodding on a specific spot that knocked air out of his lungs.
Automatically, his legs closes but was quickly pulled apart by a pair of strong hands gripping his thighs with more than necessary pressure.
“Keep your legs open for us, baby,”
Sunghoon sternly orders, his hands squeezing his thighs tightly, potentially leaving his hand marks on it.
While Heeseung was cutting through time by stretching his fingers open inside of Sunoo’s velvety walls to stretch him. If he doesn’t, he’s not going to be able to take any one of them.
Sunoo was frantically trying to find something to hold on to as he tries to hold on to the searing pain of being loosened up.
He was shaking, his stomach was getting tighter, his high coming closer. The only thing he could hold on to is one of his clean clothes—a sweatshirt—and gripped it with all his might.
He was squirming and thrashing, having Sunghoon to hold him firmly in place as Heeseung has to continue his efforts. Slick starts trickling continuously every time he pulls his fingers out. Noises from Sunoo are getting louder and louder.
Heeseung finds all of him too adorable, he caresses his ass, smiling from the endearing acts.
“You wanna come already?” Heeseung asks in Sunoo’s usual cute tone, it sounds almost condescending to Sunoo’s ears, he burns up from shame, giving a strained yes.
Heeseung looks over to Sunghoon,
“Hmm, I don’t know if I’d allow it. Sunghoon, can Sunoo come?”
He asks, his fingers slowly losing his momentum. Sunoo in his desperation in chasing his edging climax bucks his hips back to his fingers to get more friction.
Sunghoon looked like he was one straw away from devouring Sunoo whole like a meal; his lips were pressed hard into a thin line, nodding to answer his question.
“Sunghoon says you can come but I don’t think you deserve it just yet—what do you think? I think you should at least earn it,”
A soft, tired whimper can be heard before a choked sob came out from the youngest, his body already shaking and quivering from being edged. Such a sensitive boy.
Sunghoon eyes him alarmingly, trying to make him give in to Sunoo.
He’s crying for god’s sake, Sunghoon conveys with his furrowed eyebrows and sharp look, concerned for Sunoo. The eldest gave a twisted grin, almost laughing at Sunghoon.
Relax, Sunghoon—I know he can take it.
He spreads his fingers insides and his sobs turned into a loud cry, his legs were threatening to close up again from the prickling pain. He was about to explode if he holds onto the knot any longer. He can’t even breathe like a normal person anymore.
“God, you’re so tight. I think I have to take longer to prep you,”
He then lets out a chuckle when he received a outburst of incoherent words that sound like he was protesting him. Followed by sniffles and sobs.
Heeseung groans at the thought of his crying face, must be all pretty and puffy eyed, lips pouted and cheeks flushed.
“Alright, baby—let it out,” He pulls his fingers out of the tight warmth and instantly, a big gush of clear, warm liquid splashes to the floor, on Sunghoon’s shirt and Heeseung’s as well.
The orgasm was intense, electrifying all his body and left his limbs convulsing from the whelming pleasure. All of his body turned boneless, soul completely out of his body for a moment from the intensity.
They immediately tend to Sunoo, caressing his legs and praising him for being a good sport for them. As they wait for him to calm down from his high, Sunghoon and Heeseung had devised a plan to free him.
Heeseung will hold onto the skirt and Sunghoon will pull him by his hips simultaneously in order for his hips to pass. As they are in position, Heeseung taps Sunoo gently to make sure he is conscious enough to be aware.
“Keep your arms straight to your head—this might hurt a little,” He instructed. Heeseung gives a nod once he heard a soft hum from him and Sunghoon counted.
“1, 2 and—”
“3!”
They both pulled at the same time, yanking Sunoo out of the tight spot and freeing him from the confined space. Once they pulled him passed his shoulders, they caught him and inspected him.
Sunoo was still in a daze, his fox eyes fresh from his weeping and face so red, a tomato would turn away in shame.
He clung to Heeseung’s shirt, still trembling.
“You’re alright, right? Are you okay?” Sunghoon inquired, concerned about his safety, getting a faint, tired smile from Sunoo.
“I’m never doing laundry ever again.”
The three of them chorused in laughter at that statement. After calming down, Heeseung could peel him off from him and slowly passed him to Sunghoon.
“Sunghoon, take him to his room. I’ll put these in the dryer,”
He informed, looking at the clothes Sunoo was stuck with for a while. Sunghoon nods, carefully propping him into his arms and carrying him bridal style as Sunoo holds him tight, comfortable in his arms.
★
He was laid down on his soft mattress, Sunghoon crawling on top of him, kissing him from his jaw proceeding down to his neck. Delighted from the affection, Sunoo obediently stretches his neck for Sunghoon to have easy access.
“You really are a fine piece of art, you know that?”
Sunghoon huskily tells him in ear, his hot breath sending shivers down his spin. Sunoo has his hands above his head, he lets Sunghoon thread their fingers together in one hand as his little kisses turn to sucking.
Compliments and praises are not uncommon between them; Sunoo basks in the validation, secretly agreeing with all of them. And all that Sunghoon does is praise him even after he gets sulky and angry at him for his sometimes infuriating teasing.
There was hidden pleasure when you know that someone worships your body like it was flawless, it makes him feel invincible.
Soft gasps escaping Sunoo’s mouth only led to harder sucking as he paints his lovely doll with some of his best marks along his neck.
“Sunghoon…”
He whimpered, getting the other’s attention.
“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want,”
He responded, nuzzling his nose with Sunoo’s, he just has the urge to eat him up whole and devour him as he was too fucking adorable.
Sunghoon tries his best not to come untouched spotting the trail of marks he left of Sunoo’s neck, pride swelling in his heart like a balloon. Like a trophy with his name engraved in gold.
He has to trace his fingers, connecting the hickeys together, making Sunoo flinch and shudder.
What a sensitive cutie.
“Touch me—please,”
He ordered, rounding his eyes and batting his eyelashes to him. He knows Sunghoon’s weakness—he knows what gets him is himself. Giving in his fantasy isn’t any harm anyway, he’s been in his dreams too.
Sunghoon obliged, giving in to his request. He smoothens his hands under Sunoo’s crop top, dragging the top and gathering the fabric to expose the younger’s smooth unblemished skin. His pink nipples perky and tempting.
“Everything about you is just too pretty. Don’t show this off,”
Sunoo hums as he enjoys him tracing his body with his palms, grazing them over his tummy, to tracing the curves of his waist.
Out of the two, he is the protective one— though Heeseung is still quite wary.
He was the reason he had to go to prom with friends and he made him change his clothes more times than he’ll ever admit, all with the reason of being too revealing.
Then, when Sunghoon touches his chest, he flinches again at the contact with his sensitive buds. The older grins at that reaction,
“Sensitive here too?”
He traces his fingers around the areola, Sunoo bites his lower lip and nods, having to hold back his moan. Sunghoon takes his nipple and squeezes it between two fingers, making Sunoo arch his back of the bed. The jolting sensation was nothing like touching himself.
“S’good,” He choked out, breathless as Sunghoon toys with the nubs, twisting and pinching it. He closes his mouth in order for him to dampen any sounds escaping, but Sunghoon pulls it off.
“Let it out, baby. Mom and Pop’s aren’t home anyway,”
He kisses around his chest while playing with his nipple, his other hand squeezes the surrounding fat around the other nipple like it was a supple breast.
“Your tits are so fucking adorable. Cover them up for us, no one else should be looking at them,”
He commanded. Sunoo moans a needy yes, his body arched from the stimulation. His pussy is dripping on the sheets already.
“He’s already doing that for your information,”
Heeseung announces, making them turn to see him at the doorway holding up something.
Blood rushes to Sunoo’s face when he realised what Heeseung was showing.
“Our pretty baby has pretty, pretty lingerie he never showed us, Hoon. Lacey, so delicate,”
He teases, showing the black matching lace sets he owned on his bed; a bralette, panties and thigh garters.
He wants to bury his face in the ground. He’s glad he didn’t wash the other sets as well, he might as well die if they knew about the rest.
“He’s been wearing these in his cute nightgowns all this while. Now we know to strip him off at night,”
Heeseung joins them at the bed, Sunghoon’s eyebrow was raised, glancing at Sunoo.
“Didn’t know Mom raised a whore,”
He said, pushing down on his nipples and making him jolt. He whimpers and looks the other way, embarrassed, the boys can’t help but coo.
“I think he’s been waiting for us to fuck him all this while—that’s why he got himself stuck in that washing machine,”
Heeseung joked. The two laughed in unison and Sunoo wanted to cry again from how humiliating this is.
Heeseung lifts up his leg and slips on the frilly garter all the way to his thigh, releasing it and doing it for the other side. It hugs the soft plush snugly to make them plumper, Heeseung could even seen his bite mark at the side of his left thigh like a tattoo.
“Look—now he’s dressed up for us too,” He smugly grins before leaning in to kiss his thigh, trailing into his inner part and parting them, his head in between his legs.
Heeseung has always had an obsession with his thighs just because he finds them thick and soft. When Sunoo wears his shorts around the house, he can’t help but to imagine them clamping down on his head like this exact moment.
While Heeseung starts sucking on his thighs, leaving pretty marks, he travels closer to his nonstop leaking pussy under the skirt.
Sunghoon fondles with his tits, sucking his nipples and abusing them with no regard for him. Sunoo is quivering, breathing heavily. Every movement they do makes him harder to stay still, his orgasm building up again.
Butterflies in his stomach became more reckless when he could feel Heeseung’s breaths on his pussy. He breathes out shakily, he doesn’t know where to focus on.
The succulent folds seems enticing to Heeseung, it’s been oozing slick nonstop since his first high, dripping to his sheets, dampening them. Finishing up his love bites of his skin, he marvels at the gallery he had made, full of blooming reds and blues that contrasts the fair skin.
He grips both thighs and spreads the legs wider before getting off the bed to kneel on the floor, being eye level with the pink flower.
Loss of any self-restraint, he stuck his tongue out flat and licks a long stripe from his perineum all to his clit.
Sunoo bucks his hips from shock, letting out a sharp gasp.
The taste was divine; sweet to him, releasing an insatiable appetite in his inner anima. He slots his tongue in between the slit, accumulating the sticky syrup on his taste buds and slurping it down.
It pulled out a whiny moan from Sunoo who was scrambling for purchase, holding on Sunghoon’s arm for dear life.
“A-ah~!”
He squeaked when Heeseung uses his tongue to flick his clit, then closing his lips on his clit to suck on it harsh. He moans louder when Sunghoon dives into him to clasp onto his nipple to suck on it.
His tongue circles the areola and flicks the sensitive nip, his other hand not letting the other bud rest.
It was overwhelming for him, the pleasure was surging through his veins, shocking and paralysing. It feels like he lost control of his body as all reactions he produces were involuntary.
His hips bucking, back arching—his painted nails were digging into Sunghoon’s bicep. His moans were getting staccato, his eyes tearing up from everything.
Heeseung catches the sudden influx of slick flowing into his mouth, licking it up. The filthy sounds of slurping and his shameless moans were echoing through the walls, adding to the arousal pooling in their stomachs.
Sunoo was starting to squirm and whimper, his body staggering—Sunghoon takes his hands and holds them down to the bed, letting Sunoo hold them tightly as he lets out a strangled cry. Heeseung’s tongue is now poking around in his entrance, trying to slip through.
“Can’t—Mmh, h-hah, I can’t…”
He breathes out with struggle, his head thrown back and eyes closed shut with tears shedding down his cheeks.
He tries writhing out of Heeseung’s grasp but he’s too strong—his tongue is thrusting in and out of his pussy, and it felt as if all strings in him snapped at the same time.
He could only manage a strangled cry before going completely mute when the vicious wave of orgasm washes over him, racking his body with convulsions. His pussy began squirting and flooding the bed, splashing on Heeseung’s face.
The latter paying no mind, unfazed as he hungrily continues his ministrations to lick off any slick off him.
Sunoo was uncontrollably sobbing, his hips bucking at every slight contact of his pussy, only resorting Heeseung to pin his thighs down as he cleans him up with his tongue.
His nubs are now just as sensitive like he had just been stripped off of his skin due to Sunghoon’s unkind abuse, even twisting one side of his bud from cuteness aggression. His chest and collarbones littered with more deep red spots.
Sunghoon proudly grins at the beautiful view, giving him a chaste kiss on his forehead.
“They look like butterflies, buttercup. They’re pretty on your skin,”
Sunghoon compliments him, calming his nerves down from his climax, providing him with endless kisses on his cheeks.
Sunoo opens his eyes, all teary, his eyebrows knitted and pathetically asking for sympathy. His lips pouted, asking for a kiss to which Sunghoon easily obliged.
Heeseung was regulating his own heavy breathing too, he uses the back of his hand to wipe off the excess slick of his lips. His fingers comb his wet bangs to the back that blocked his sight to enjoy the erotic sight of his brother kissing Sunoo passionately.
Their tongues tangling with each other, lips sloppily moving in hunger and recklessness. He uses this opportunity to get his hands under his boxers to pull out his pulsating cock, stroking the long length languidly. Sunoo could make it as a pornstar, he thinks.
He doesn’t think he could of anything else during jerk off sessions now. His hands softly massages Sunoo’s thighs as he strokes himself, groaning.
“Hoon,” He calls, making Sunghoon pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting to Sunoo’s pouty lip. Heeseung signals him to the youngest’s pussy with his half-lidded eyes, irises turned dark from lust.
“I think it’s your turn,”
Sunoo couldn’t even say anything; he was in too deep for this. His mind was cloudy and all he could think about were unholy thoughts of wanting to be railed already. His body was thrumming with a tingling sensation, overstimulated to exhaustion.
Sunghoon gave a glance at Sunoo’s fucked-out face, still breathing heavily from his orgasm. God, he’s ethereal-looking right now. He wonders if he could see him more broken than this state.
Heeseung switched places and sat leaning at the head board of the bed while Sunghoon tended to Sunoo’s lower half. Using his arms, he grab hold of Sunoo’s tiny waist and flips him over with a breeze.
He was smaller compared to them, it’s going to be fun manhandling him later on.
He gets Heeseung to help with undressing the rest of Sunoo’s top as he slips off the skirt and discards them on the floor along with their shirts.
“On all fours, baby,”
Sunghoon orders, untying the drawstring of his sweatpants and letting them drop off, leaving his boxers on. His bulge was prominent, tip peeking out of the elastic band. Heeseung peeks, whistling at his girth—this might make Sunoo limp for a while.
Sunghoon watches as Heeseung delicately helps him get into position, holding on to his shaky arms as the boy fixes his knees.
His ass was sticking out without him even trying, tempting him to grope him again. The sticky pussy folds look like petals to him, a sweet rose waiting to be deflowered.
He takes his boxers off and wasted no time pumping his already hard cock before rubbing it against Sunoo’s folds to get some lubricant on himself, Sunoo flinching from the contact.
“Got any lube, Hee?” He asked, collecting more slick from Sunoo, enough to lightly coat his dick to slide his hand around. Heeseung shook his head, “I finished mine,”
Sunghoon looks around and spots nothing to be used as a substitute. His hands smoothens the soft skin of his globes, fondling and pulling them apart only to lightly smack his ass, gaping at how it ripples.
“Sorry, Sun baby—this might be a little disgusting,”
Before Sunoo could think of what he had said, he feels a goop of warm, gooey, runny liquid land in between his folds, Sunghoon’s fingers slotting and prodding it into his entrance.
The stinging sensation had him gasp again, and it hit him that Sunghoon had just used spit as lubricant.
But he had no time to protest once he feels the finger leave his hole and is replaced by something blunt in his slit. Sunghoon moves it along the lines to tease him, succeeding with a whine from Sunoo before settling right at the entrance.
Sunoo took deep breaths, anticipating the slight stretch. But the blunt intrusion felt bigger the more Sunghoon pushed in. Sunoo’s eyes widen as he could feel the painful stretch of his vagina as Sunghoon forces his tip in.
He was shaking, trying to relax himself but he keeps pushing him out. It was large, the makeshift lube helped lessen the friction, but not enough to ease the penetration.
“Sun, relax, breathe,”
Heeseung guided him with his low voice, cupping his cheek. His thumb gently caressing his face. Sunoo nods, his eyes closed shut as his eyebrows furrowed to hold the pain in.
“Heeseung, you did shit at prepping him,”
Sunghoon grunts, frustrated, holding Sunoo’s small waist for leverage to push himself past the tight entrance.
“Not my fault he’s tight. Never had a real cock in you, huh?”
Heeseung questions Sunoo who was starting to breathe unevenly. He could only manage a nod, overlooking how it made Heeseung grin wolfishly.
“Hear that, Hoon? You’re popping his cherry~”
He hollers, giving Sunoo a kiss on the nose before tending to his painfully hard cock, stroking it slowly right in front of Sunoo’s face.
With a hard thrust in, he could finally break into Sunoo, accidentally sliding more than he should—Sunoo almost flat out screamed from the burn, his legs barely having support from the sheer pleasure he’s receiving.
Sunghoon feels so deep in him, and he knows that’s not all he has to offer.
Once he was in, it wasn’t exactly easy for him to hold back. The tight heat clamping around his girth was making him delirious with pleasure.
The fact that he was the first to get to use this pussy was an ego trip for him. He pulls Sunoo by the waist into his cock, lancing him all the way to the hilt and making him scream his name hoarse.
“S-Sunghoon~!” Sunoo screamed, tears pouring out of his eyes like the rain. Never has he ever felt so fucking full in his life, like he was piercing through his gut. He was thick, Sunoo had trouble adjusting to him. He thought Heeseung stretched him wide enough already.
He started weeping, lips quivering. It only fuelled Heeseung’s excitement as to how pretty he looked crying.
“Sun, don’t you think you’re being pampered too much?”
Heeseung asked, Sunoo could only open his eyes slightly before Sunghoon started dragging his cock of out him—he could see Heeseung smirk.
The fat cock almost reached the end, only for Sunghoon to swiftly push it inside in one go, making Sunoo’s head fall to the mattress from the pain. The giddiness of finally being pleasured by them and being the object of endearment was swelling inside him.
He couldn’t hear anything properly, his ears were ringing, his head was lightheaded from Sunghoon quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of him.
He feels the familiar tight feeling in his tummy, his climax creeping in him. His slick dripping off him like hot sugar syrup onto his sheets, just like his tears.
Out of the blue, there was a hard, stinging hit landing on his soft globes that made him moan brokenly.
“Heeseung was talking to you, baby peach,”
Sunghoon informed, now thrusting sharp but deep into him, Sunoo’s arms turning boneless. He lets out an airy moan, his back arching. He directed his eyes back to Heeseung—and his long cock right in front of him.
He wasn’t as thick as Sunghoon, his circumference quite average but he was lengthy. And veiny.
Heeseung chuckles as he sees Sunoo’s blank face, eyes following his hand that pumps it up and down.
“What are you waiting for? Suck,”
With his half lidded eyes, he looks at Heeseung with pathetic, tired eyes and glancing at his cock again. Its tip was dripping precum already.
Out of sheer curiosity, he pokes his tongue out like a cat and gave him a taste, glancing back to him to see a reaction.
He could see Heeseung groaning, eyeing him with such burning sultry eyes. With that, he starts swirling his tongue all over the pink tip, then licking a stripe from the shaft, all the way up to the tip again. Dragging his tongue to trace the veins popping out of the side.
When he gathered enough courage—and energy—he holds the cock with one hand and kisses the tip before taking it in, sucking it hard. Creating a suction with his plump lips and gradually going deeper in.
Sunghoon didn’t take much time to find his sweet spot, and when he did, Sunoo can’t help but to moan on Heeseung’s cock, his body still shaking from each vigorous thrust.
It felt as if Sunghoon was just getting deeper into him, and his walls clench and unclench around him, making him curse out from the ecstasy.
“Fuck, just drop out already. I think you’re meant to be hanging off our cocks for life,” He says, holding back a groan.
Sunoo’s heat is the perfect; the moist velvety walls that pull you in when you pull out, it was sucking him in greedily. The boy himself was greedy, taking two cocks from both ends without hesitation.
It was even hotter when he watches where they’re connected at, the tiny pussy had to stretch out wide for his expense. And Sunoo’s waist was delicate enough for him to wrap around them with both hands.
His figure is built like a model with his curves; not to mention his sexy ass that pulls his eyes to its direction every time he walks.
Sunoo drags a long whimper as Sunghoon thrusts into him again, jabbing his sweet spot at full force. The bundle of nerves sent electrifying signals across his nerves, shocking him and causing him to tighten and tense his body. He was so tight Sunghoon couldn’t move his cock out for a moment.
At the same time, Sunoo had not reached halfway to Heeseung’s cock when it had already reached the back of his throat.
He tried his best to suppress his gag reflex but when Heeseung jackrabbits into his mouth for more wet warmth, his throat closes up on his cock and made him cough.
Although, Heeseung didn’t seem to care. That was the side of Heeseung that Sunoo never knew exist.
He was always the one who was gentle and kind, always smiling and helping him in need. Cool and calm—but this Heeseung was heartless and cold. He was smiling, yes, but with cruel amusement.
Instead of letting him breathe properly, he had grab a handful of his hair and pushed his head into his cock forcefully, taking down more inches quicker.
Sunoo could only submit and tried his best as his reflexes kept triggering him, but Heeseung’s hand didn’t budge.
His cock was deep penetrating into his throat at this point. Look at another angle and you could see Heeseung’s tip poking out of his throat. Sunoo gagged on his cock, his hand tapping on his lap to alert him. He couldn’t breathe.
However, Heeseung audibly cooed as he watches his ears turn crimson red, endearing for him. The tight throat envelopes his length so tight, he groans shakily, thrusting himself into his mouth carelessly.
Sunoo’s teeth were lightly grazing along his cock and it only excites him further.
Combined with Sunghoon’s now fast-paced thrusts that centres around hitting his sweet spot relentlessly without fail—and choking on Heeseung’s dick, Sunoo was vibrating with utmost pleasure. Like a shot of morphine coursing through his veins.
His stomach tightens, letting out a moan on his cock and tapping him one last time for him to release him from his dick.
Sunoo splutters and coughs, but his hand still weakly pumps him out of the need to satisfy him.
Heeseung’s hand lifts his chin up gently, inspecting his face while humming. That smirk never leaving his face.
“I think you’d be pretty with my cum on you,”
Sunoo sheds a tear, sniffling from the harsh treatment he’s getting, but it only made Heeseung grin mischievously.
“Aww, darling… You’re such a pretty crier,”
He leans in to kiss him on the lips, tasting a hint of himself on his tongue as they lazily made out. Sunoo moans in his mouth from Sunghoon’s thrust—he is starting to lose control over his legs, they’re trembling.
“Maybe you deserve a treat. You’ll swallow every drop of cum I give you, alright?”
Heeseung asks, still holding his face to make him look him in the faux innocent doe eyes. Sunoo nods, letting him do whatever he wants.
Getting closer to his high, Sunghoon grips his waist rougher and uses him for leverage and to meet his powerful thrusts. Sunoo let out a choked moan, unable to let out from the tension.
He was tipping over the edge, almost at his limit. His staccato moans interludes with his soft groans, Sunghoon was just as close as him.
“S-Sunghoon…”
He whimpers, panting from the rigorous thrusts. Sunghoon hums in response, softly hushing him.
“I’m close too, baby,”
He assures him, Heeseung strokes his hair to comfort. Sunoo’s eyes were rolling back to his sockets, his body twitching and shaking violently as he lets out a gasp.
His pussy had tightened impossibly around him as he almost tumbles over, luckily they were in time to catch him to lay him on the bed.
As soon as he was laid on his back, Sunghoon continues thrusting into him, drilling into his pussy as he holds the younger up by his waist, his hands bruising him red.
Sunoo was choking on his moans, sobbing from the lack of a better way to express his pure bliss, from the governing pleasure that turned him dumb and needy.
He searches for Heeseung, weakly asking for his dick to he gladly feeds to his mouth directly. Sunoo suckles and swirls around his cock like a lollipop as he holds on to that last tether in him.
Heeseung lets his free hand roam free on Sunoo’s body, grazing lightly like a feather and tracing his areolas to his aching nipples, making him sob out a protest.
When Sunghoon gives one more string jab to his sweet spot, the ribbon finally unravelled itself unexpectedly and letting Sun revel from his orgasm.
He can’t help but roll his eyes back, back arching from the most intense, toe-curling pleasure wracking him from the inside.
Gushes and gushes of his cum floods out, spraying on Sunghoon’s toned abs and dousing his sheets while still being impaled by a fat cock.
Sunghoon came not too far behind, growling as he lets go of his thick load of cum into Sunoo’s hole, filling him up like cream.
He continues riding his high, thrusting his cock shallowly to push his cum further into Sunoo. He never had that strong of a climax like that before—it was so satisfying he had to close his eyes to regain his senses again.
When he opens his eyes again, he carefully pulls himself out of the fluttering bright pink folds as to not hurt Sunoo. Poor boy was still twitching and trembling like leaf from ecstasy overload.
The hole continues to secrete more of Sunoo’s syrupy slick out despite him passing out.
Meanwhile, Heeseung pumps his own length, putting the tip to Sunoo’s mouth—he groans breathlessly as he cums directly into Sunoo’s mouth, releasing ribbons of ribbons of his milk. His hands fixes Sunoo’s bangs off his forehead, stroking his head like a cat.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for us,”
He praises, still out of breath. Sunghoon takes a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling as much air possible to regain his steady breathing.
His eyes couldn’t stop staring at the fluttering hole, now pushing out his cum out in a stream that trickles to his sheets. A small pool of Sunoo’s slick and streaks of his creamy cum accumulating on the mattress.
He bends to collect the stream of cum with his finger and pushes them back in, not wanting it to slip out of Sunoo. Heeseung chuckles as he caresses Sunoo’s back, watching his younger brother’s antique.
“He’s gonna get knocked up by you if you keep it in him,”
He says half jokingly, but Sunghoon gives a toothy grin, his fond eyes never leaving Sunoo out of sight.
“S’not like we’re actually blood-related—and Mom definitely wouldn’t mind beautiful grandbabies,”
He was like, head over heels for him, it’s wack; Heeseung could only shake his head as he laughs his silly notions off, checking on Sunoo’s breathing.
It looks like he was fast asleep, and Heeseung loves the view of his cum dribbling out of his lips. He looked wrecked with his cheeks still red and tear streaks down them—exhausted from going to heaven and back.
“Wake up, Sun,” He pokes his cheeks, making him jolt awake, his eyes opening from shock. His first instinct was to unknowingly swallow the warm semen in his mouth down his throat, Heeseung smirks.
“Did you have fun?”
He teased, Sunoo’s lips immediately turn into a pout as he furrowed his eyebrows from annoyance. Aww, now he knows why Sunghoon does this a lot. Sunoo turns his head away from him, sulking.
“Meanie,”
He says, though too soft to hear as a threat, he knows that that tone wasn’t friendly to him. Sunghoon decides to lie down on the other side, wrapping his arms around his body and cuddling him tightly—Sunoo whimpers.
He can’t move a goddamn muscle, he would’ve hugged Sunghoon back if he could right now. The two hushed him quietly, comforting him.
“You were great, such a good sport,”
Heeseung commented. He preens at the praise, his cheeks heating up as Heeseung kisses his temple.
“Our pretty baby is finally grown up,”
Sunghoon added, giving him a kiss on a purple bloom on his neck. I’m one year younger than you, Sunoo thought, rolling his eyes. Him only being in year one in college and Sunghoon ahead of him a few semesters.
They were rolled together on the bed, all sticky with sweat and cum, but definitely clinging to Sunoo for dear life as if he was a fragile glass doll. They didn’t act like it a few moments ago.
Sunoo lies still, sore and still thrumming—so still, he could feel cum trickling out of him.
He feels so filthy and slutty; these guys are wrapped around his little finger, stuck on his body like glue and he loves it. He loves the way he feels so wanted and always loved by them.
He musters up enough strength to close his legs together and clenches as best as he could to keep Sunghoon’s cozy warm milk inside of him from dripping out. Dragging his finger to clean the corners of his lips from Heeseung’s spend and sucking it clean.
He could feel the vibration of Heeseung’s low voice, tickling his heart.
“Do you guys wanna clean up?” He asks despite nuzzling in deeper into the crook of Sunoo’s neck. He’s got a gig with the rest of his band that evening, but all he wants to do is stay and stick around with Sunoo in bed.
“Give Sunoo some rest—we have plenty of time anyway,”
Sunghoon says, pulling the sheets over their naked bodies to cover up. Sunoo hums, hooking his hands on Sunghoon’s toned arm; he leans into him, leeching off the body heat radiating off the two boys.
“Besides,” Sunghoon presses a kiss on his cheek, his lips tugged into a cheshire grin,
“We can always stick ourselves into the washing machine to wash—”
“Sunghooooon!”
Sunoo frustratedly groans, the older boys only cackling and breaking into guffaws, giving a high five over the now annoyed and tired Sunoo in the middle, stuck with the two brothers.
Oh well, they take good care of him anyway. He won’t ask for anybody else in their place.