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“I want to play a game.”
“Do you like scary movies?”
Isn’t fear such an interesting emotion? It’s patient, like a predator, creeping up on you, waiting for the right moment to strike as it feeds on the tension. It manages to slither like a snake in the quietest places of your mind, the stillness echoing the sound of your heart beat.
Thump.
Thump.
It feeds on your insecurities. It’s slow, menacing, and most importantly, raw.
Thump.
Jisung feels it strongest when the night blankets over the sky, stars glittering everywhere as a reminder that loneliness is never an option.
Still, the darkness it brings never ceases to let chills run down Jisung’s spine, causing his bones to feel cold.
“Hey, Jisung-ah!” He hears Changbin’s voice boom around the clearing, the loudness startling the youngest.
Jisung’s head whips in the eldest’s direction from where he was sitting on the couch, his body angled towards the vintage TV, retro statics clouding the screen as he was struggling to watch something.
He managed to find a bunch of long lost DVDs, buried beneath dust as he nosed through the shelves. Despite his high level of fear, Jisung actually found excitement in watching horror. It always managed to get his heart beat up.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us on a walk?” Changbin continues from the doorframe as he dangles the keys from the cabin as if he’s giving Jisung one last chance to make up his mind.
Jisung’s eyebrows rise up when he turns to look at the old clock ticking on the wall.
10:25 pm.
His lips twist into a sheepish smile when his gaze returns to his friend. “I’d rather stay in. It’s quite late, isn’t it?”
Despite his passion for horror movies, he would not like to actually experience one in real life. Don’t his friends watch enough horror movies to know it’s not a good idea to take a walk late at night deep in the woods?
Hell to the no. Jisung wouldn’t be caught dead in the forest at such a dreadful hour.
Changbin clicks his tongue as he begins to depart. “Suit yourself.”
He sees the rest of the guys laughing obnoxiously and making scary noises as they all head for the door —Seungmin holding a flashlight to Minho’s face as he lets out an eerie, long wooo while the latter only holds his camera to his face and takes pictures of the moment, Hyunjin and Felix screaming to each other scary stories as they laugh while Jeongin and Chan are throwing some water bottles to each of them to catch as they go out the door.
Jisung decides to calmly return to the movie, grabbing the bowl of popcorn he prepared for himself before he feels an unnatural shriek escape from his throat, as if he’s having an out of body experience. He clenches his eyes shut for a moment when he presses his hand to his hammering heart, feeling his tension rise up along with irritation.
He turns to glare at the perpetrator who found it so amusing to scare Jisung, knowing how frail his heart is to this kind of stuff. “Very funny, Hyunjin.” He grumbles when he feels the adrenaline die down.
Hyunjin only throws his head back, letting his locks bounce on his shoulders as he laughs loudly. “Sorry, Sung-ah, you’re just too cute when you get scared.”
Jisung’s eyes stay fixed on Hyunjin as his unthreatening glare sharpens before he feels his vision get blinded by a sudden flash.
Click.
Minho took a picture of him, holding the camera straight to his face before he lowered it down to his chest so he could look at Jisung. He holds a soft smile on his expression while Jisung only rolls his eyes. “Stupid.” He mutters under his breath as he turns around to focus on his movie.
He feels Minho’s face close in next to his as the eldest bends over the couch so he can let an airy whisper out. “You want hyung to take some pics for you?”
Jisung shrugs him off as he twists his neck to lock gazes with Minho who already seems to have departed, his camera once again to his face as he captures Jisung looking up at him with round, confused eyes.
Jisung narrows his eyes as his mouth turns to a grimace, slightly annoyed at Minho’s constant teasing.
Minho tilts his head, a mocking raise in his eyebrows as his eyes hold a taunting glint. “I know how much you like them.” He shrugs as his eyes trail to his camera, analysing the pictures he just took while Jisung only sighs defeated.
“Sure, hyung.” He mutters and he turns around, feeling that he’s over everything and just eager to watch his movie in peace without any more interruptions.
“Don’t open the door for anyone, Jisungie.”
Jisung feels his body tense at the hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently as he feels Minho’s warm breath against his cheek.
“You never know what they’ll do once they’re inside.” He hears Hyunjin’s voice lower, quiet enough for Jisung’s ears only.
Jisung stares at them with a dry gulp stuck in his throat, his eyes helpless as he drifts his gaze to the other boys leaving the cabin.
“One wrong move and—
Boo!”
Jisung jumps in his skin.
“Don’t do that!”
Scared. Again.
But this is what you like, Jisung. You enjoy this.
The feeling of being scared, the adrenaline that derives from the knowledge that someone is in the shadows.
Watching you. Stalking you. Waiting for you to let your guard down for a moment, so they can strike.
Devour you. Ravish you.
Just those lewd thoughts make Jisung’s cock stir in his pants. This isn’t normal. This shouldn’t be normal. But then again, when is Jisung ever normal?
“It’s okay, Jisung-ah.” Minho’s comforting voice breaks him out of his reverie when he feels a stern grip at his chin, forcing eye contact. “Hyung is always here with you. He’ll take care of you.”
He always does.
An eerie voice echoes in his brain as if continuing the sentence.
But there was something unsettling about Minho’s tone. It didn’t have that usual comforting honey laced to it. It felt… different. Jisung just can’t pinpoint it.
He feels Minho’s hand settle on Jisung’s hair, ruffling it, before Hyunjin grabs ahold of his biceps and drags him away as he throws Jisung a peace sign.
Alone.
Jisung inhales a trembling breath deep in his lungs as he shuffles on the couch, trying to get comfortable as he looks for the remote to unpause the movie.
His fingers curl around each piece of popcorn, carefully bringing them to his mouth as his gaze fixates on the screen, his eyes widening unconsciously when he gets into the movie too much. Jisung can hear every crack in his mouth, loud, amplified by the silence as he feels it unveil all around the clearing. The white glare of the TV pelts his face as his teeth tear the pieces to shreds, each bite matching his slowing heartbeat.
Creak.
Jisung’s breath hitches in his throat as his head snaps in the direction of a corner on the ceiling.
He vaguely remembers Chan telling them how the cabin was quite old, the wood of the walls not in the best condition. Who knew what sort of creatures were hiding in there?
Must’ve been a mouse.
Jisung hums with a shrug as he returns his focus to the movie. He didn't even know what he was watching. It seemed like some sort of cliche old school horror movie, the bad effects bringing more amusement than fear to him.
Time distorts around Jisung, the world diminishing infinitesimally around him as he leans into the movie, feeling absorbed when tension builds up. The main character runs as she breathes heavily, whimpers and scared noises escaping from the old TV, the anticipation of a jumpscare appearing at any moment lures Jisung in.
He knows it’s coming, it always does. And then…
Then…
The slam of the door behind him makes Jisung’s bones shake within him as he jumps ten feet in the air, the popcorn bowl flying as it lands on the dirty carpet, long forgotten, irrelevant.
He whimpers when his head whips in the direction of the screeching door as it continuously hits against the wall when the whooshing breeze outside keeps pushing it open.
It’s scary how Jisung’s body reacts with fear before he even realises what’s happening.
“Fuck…” He breathes out, completely ignoring the dimmed screaming from the movie, as he hesitantly gets up.
Stupid wind. Stupid door.
Jisung doesn’t understand why the others decided to go for a walk and leave Jisung alone. Not one of them decided to stay behind. Not even one. He curses under his breath as he hears the echo of his feet padding on the wooden floor, a creak erupting with every step.
And stupid fucking cabin. Jisung should never have agreed to come here.
“I could’ve sworn they locked the door.” He whispers when he hurries to close it. Jisung lets his eyes close when he presses his back against it and sighs heavily.
His heart beat never stopped rising.
Calm down.
There’s no one here.
When he decides his body calmed down enough, Jisung finally opens his eyes once again. They instantly fall on a spiderweb, hidden deep in a corner, unable to miss the crawling eight legged creature heading for its trapped prey.
A shiver runs down Jisung’s spine.
More so when the screech of an owl echoes outside. Jisung feels more fear fill him up, paranoia taking over his mind as he starts heading back to the couch. He’s okay, he’s just paranoid, there’s no one here. It must be one of the side effects of watching too many horror movies late at night. His mind is getting creative.
“It’s nothing but a lame movie.” He hears himself muttering unconsciously as he stands next to the couch, his eyes travelling back to the TV.
Jisung sees the stray popcorn pieces scattered all over the ground, the bowl turned upside down as a result from the scare he experienced earlier.
“Maybe I should watch something else, something less—“
Ring. Ring.
Jisung feels his entire body contract at the ringing of the phone, clenching his eyes shut as he forces himself to stay still. He can’t keep getting scared like this.
There’s a fucking old school telephone placed on the table behind the couch, almost invisible and forgotten. How could Jisung have missed it?
And it’s working too?
He stares at it silently, unsure of what to do. Who could be calling? Is it even Jisung’s business to answer it? Maybe they’re looking for the owner of the cabin?
His body seems to gain a mind of its own, his legs moving subconsciously towards the ringing phone while his hands reach for it before his brain even has the chance to process it.
Jisung knows it’s a bad idea. He’s seen enough horror movies to know what happens next. Somehow, he can’t stop his body from answering, hesitantly bringing the phone to his ear until he hears the line connecting. Intrigue strikes through his veins, curiosity dominates him, the idea of the unknown exciting him. It’s scary, but it feels so good.
“Hello?”
Jisung’s voice is strained as he turns around, resting his bum against the table, his fingers awkwardly playing with the line of the phone as he awaits a response.
“Hello? Who is this?” An unfamiliar voice responds.
Chills travel down Jisung’s spine. He’s watched every Scream movie there is. He feels like the character in the opening scene who’s about to die.
Jisung gulps, yet he chooses to continue. “You called me.”
The voice remains quiet. Jisung sighs. It must be someone playing a prank on him. “Must’ve had the wrong number.” He mutters as he starts pulling the phone away from his ear.
“Wait, don’t hang up.” The voice is calm, uncomfortably calm. It’s unsettling.
Jisung pushes his canines in his bottom lip as he contemplates whether to keep the conversation going. “Why?”
“I want to keep talking to you.”
Jisung scoffs at the sentence, full of disbelief. “If you think scaring me is funny, then I don’t want to talk to you.”
Freak.
“Why would you be scared, Jisung?” He hears the voice speak again, something really perilous in the calmness of its tone.
“W-what?” Jisung stutters when he feels goosebumps arise on his skin, coldness freezing his body as he feels dread overcome him.
“You said it’s just a lame movie, didn’t you?”
Jisung shudders. “How do you know my name?”
And how do you know what I just said? Everyone else left, didn’t they?
Now Jisung is really freaked out. This is just a bad prank. Whoever it is should just piss off.
“I like knowing who I’m looking at.”
Jisung’s breath hitches in his throat, suffocation filling him. “What did you say?”
“I said I like knowing who I’m talking to.”
Jisung hesitates as he looks around, feeling sweat beads forming on his temples as his anxiety rises. He can hear the echo of his heart’s hammering against his ribcage with every beat. Clear and precise.
“That’s not what you said.” He states, voice trembling and small, unsure.
“Mhmm, that’s exactly what I said.”
Jisung hurries to hang up, pressing the phone closed before his hand retracts quickly, as if he’s just been burned.
“What the fuck?” He whispers as he takes a few steps back.
Jisung wants to believe it’s one of the boys deciding to pull a prank on him. Nonetheless, there’s a dangerous thought pulling at the back of his mind that this couldn’t possibly be true. They must be several lengths away from the cabin, deep in their walk, probably shouting obnoxiously and making dumb jokes to pass the time. To chase predators away with their loudness. A self defense mechanism.
Creak.
The sound of the wood creaking in the cabin sends Jisung’s mind swirling as he turns around, holding his hands to his chest. His eyes instinctively drift back to the spiderweb. It’s gone. And so is its prey.
Jisung has a sudden sense of anticipation. One predator gone and another takes its place. He has a strong feeling that whoever called him isn’t just playing an innocent prank.
Jisung hurries towards the window to flip the curtains close, giving him a sense of security. Useless, but effective for Jisung’s poor heart.
He hates the way the floor cracks under his weight with each step he takes as he tries flipping the lights on in every room, hesitant in his movements as he peaks his head in first before his body decides to follow.
The thought of being watched creates an uncomfortable tent in his pants. So visible and so aroused. Jisung can’t ignore it when he looks down, seeing the way his body turns on from the mere idea of not being alone.
He feels so fucking dirty.
Jisung can feel the hardness rubbing against his thigh as he walks, desperately looking for a safe spot in the living room, when pain starts throbbing in his member. He never understood why he felt so turned on by the idea of being hunted. He should find a place to hide, but he can’t bring his mind to think of anything else except how horny he is.
Creak.
Jisung stills, his eyebrows raising and his eyes wide as he gazes around.
Nothing.
His hand rests on his shaft, letting his fingers subtly curl around it in an attempt to deliver a few unsatisfying strokes, hoping to ease the ache. It’s pulsating, rubbing against the rough surface of his underwear as he can feel droplets erupt from the head. Jisung can’t help it.
Stop it.
He clenches his fist when he forces his hands to his sides, a gulp stuck in his throat.
Shuffling echoes around and Jisung is pretty fucking sure it wasn’t the wind whooshing from outside, nor was it a mouse running through the walls. He’s pretty sure he heard muffled steps upstairs.
Fuck.
The air becomes thick, suffocating, every bit of logic evaporates from Jisung’s mind as he lets fear command his brain. Every single creak around the wooden floors, every whoosh of the wind outside, every squeak of the mice inside the walls become louder, clearer. The fear in Jisung’s system amplifies every emotion, everything is more sensitive than usual.
That includes his arousal. He feels his cock throbbing with ache, a need for release strong in his veins. Jisung’s head feels light, his mind fucked out from the fear mingled with a severe case of horniness. So, it’s really not his fault when he finds himself resting his upper body on the couch while his hips helplessly grind against it. He feels his bottom lip get trapped again in between his teeth as his glossy eyes focus on the TV playing in front of him, the images a blur in his brain.
Quiet whimpers escape from betwixt his lips as he feels his fingers dig deep into the cushion of the couch, feeling so guilty for being turned on at the fact that someone was watching him, waiting to pounce any moment. He shouldn’t feel like this, but he always did. His guilty pleasure was watching horror movies, especially Scream —all the guys knew how much he loved Scream— and getting turned on by the thrill. The thought of being chased, helpless.
But he has to stop, he needs to. For his own sanity.
Jisung tries to still his movements, silently hissing at the sensitivity of his clothed cock, cursing himself for stopping. He should be focused on getting to a safe place in case of anything. He should—
He feels a yelp get stuck in his throat at the sensation of a stern hand pressing against the back of his head, pushing his face into the cushion to silence him.
Jisung feels tears brim his waterline at the sensation, his cock stirring in his pants while his heart beat picks up its pace. It’s raging, hammering harshly against his rib cage like a bird threatening to fly out. And he feels every single beat.
He tries shuffling in an attempt to escape from the grip, his body almost pliant to the perpetrator, but instead, he feels a tighter grasp around his chin, fingers poking in his cheeks, as he gets spinned around.
Jisung clenches his eyes shut, refusing to look at whoever grabbed him, while several whimpers get stuck in his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down helplessly, when his mouth gets covered by a hand, forced shut and silent.
The strong hand is pressed against his mouth, pushing his body roughly into the cushion of the couch, while a tight, painful grip is fixed on his hips. It’s going to bruise, hell, it hurts. And yet, despite that, Jisung can’t chase away the feeling of being turned on.
Open your eyes. Take a look.
And Jisung finds himself complying to the voice in his head. He opens them, he takes a look, and he feels his breath stop in his throat at the sight.
His body starts panicking all on its own, the agitation growing as he tries getting himself out of the grip. His whimpers grow louder under the hand, the strong press against his mouth muffling them almost all the way. Jisung tries grabbing at the person’s hand to push them away, to get them off him, but all he manages to do is unbuckle his knees and feel himself slip while only being held by the rough grip.
“What’s wrong, Jisung? Scared by a lame movie? I thought Scream was your favourite.”
Jisung feels his eyes widen, the first tear finally cascading down when he takes in the person who’s wearing a fucking Ghostface mask. He can’t take it anymore, that’s it, he’s going to die tonight.
“Although,“ The masked person speaks, their voice still distorted by the voice changer, “this isn’t just a movie.”
Jisung wants to scream as loud as he can, feeling the release on his hip, but the grip on his mouth tightening. His eyes trail to the Ghostface’s hand digging out a small, sharp knife, just like the one in movies, as they bring it to his throat at an annoyingly slow, torturous pace.
“This is real. I’m real.”
Jisung hiccups, his eyes round as he gazes up at the person, his eyelashes wet and glued together.
“Let’s play a game. You hide and I seek.”
They let go of Jisung’s mouth when the tension in his body goes down slightly, letting him take a deep, shuddering breath as he opens his mouth.
“W-what’s gonna happen if I lose?”
The Ghostface tilts their head, almost innocent, almost condescending.
Fuck.
Jisung can feel the hardness growing in his pants. If that’s even possible.
Someone must’ve watched too many Scream movies, maybe someone knows they’re Jisung’s favourite, maybe they know Jisung always claimed how hot Ghostface is, maybe but just maybe, they’re going to—
“I’ll make you scream as loud as you can.”
Jisung lets out a pained whimper when he feels them throw him roughly on the floor, the intention being to hurt. He falls with a thud, the floor creaking under his weight, the dust floating in the air at the intrusion. He thrashes around, twisting his body as he crawls away, to take a good look at the Ghostface who only advances towards him slowly.
Their pace is calculated, measured, as if dragging the tension, the long vacant moments, whereas Jisung’s sanity only keeps slipping away. They’re not in a hurry. But Jisung is.
He finds the strength in his body to get up and run as fast as he can, his mind barely holding focus on keeping his legs strong to carry him.
Upstairs sounds like a good idea. Jisung had a feeling the front door was locked. So, all that’s left for him to do is crawl pathetically on the stairs, his eyes constantly trailing over his shoulder to see the Ghostface not even bothering to run. As if they’re so sure they’ll catch Jisung, that he’s helpless prey that will meet his rightful end at last.
He tries to hold back whimpers as his hands curl around the handrail, pulling himself up with panic as his mind seems to get infected with fear the more time passes.
It can’t possibly be some random person breaking in, right? It has to be one of the guys playing a foul prank on Jisung. They know how much Jisung loves watching Scream, they know.
But do they know about his hidden desires? His delight in being chased and hunted? No, they can’t possibly— can they?
Jisung never told them, they can’t know that. It would be embarrassing. Knowing that he has a prey kink. Wouldn’t it?
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
His heart beat never lowers down. Not even when he entered his own bedroom, locked the door, and pressed his back against it. Jisung inhales a shuddering breath as he closes his eyes, letting his back slip down the wooden door. He gulps down dryly as he ingests his sobs, trying to calm down.
His thighs shift uncomfortably with the weight of his clothed cock pressing tightly against them, the need to rub against something strong. He needs release.
From between glossy eyes, wet eyelashes, Jisung stares at his crotch, feeling his hand tremble with hesitation when it raises with purpose.
A loud thudding against the door makes him jump in his skin, a loud yelp erupting from his mouth before he presses a hand against it. Jisung can feel the wetness of his lips glueing to his palm as he crawls away, his eyebrows raised worriedly while his doe eyes stare expectantly.
They can’t come in. Go back to what you were doing.
Let them walk in on you.
Let them see how fucked up you are.
Jisung wants to listen to that voice, but his panic rises when he sees a knife tear through the old wood of the door, puncturing through the layers until its sharp tip glints in the moonlight. He whimpers as he hides under the bed, his legs contracting aggressively when he tries looking for some sort of friction.
He’s so unbelievably wet. It’s not normal. Jisung isn’t normal. He can feel his tip leaking pre cum, staining his underwear, begging Jisung for any sort of friction. All because of his stupid fucking prey kink.
Jisung has to muffle his sounds if he wants to be safe. He has to stay quiet while he hides under the bed.
His eyes catch a glimpse from his hiding spot of the way the knife belatedly retreats. He feels like he should let out a breath of relief, but the anticipation never dies in his chest. He knows this isn’t the end. Horror movies don’t end like this.
But this isn’t a movie, Jisung. They told you that.
He told you that.
Jisung presses his eyes closed. In the back of his mind, he knows who it is. He has a pretty good fucking idea of who this might be.
This isn’t just some random person.
The lock rumbles around for a moment before it clicks, and Jisung can’t stop the trembling in his body.
He knows this person feeds on his fear, on the tension he builds up with Jisung, on the way Jisung screams when he feels his footsteps approaching.
Low and stealthy, like a predator.
Jisung has to press a hand to his eyes. He can’t do this anymore.
But you can. Of course, you do.
They’re only playing with you.
Just the way you like it.
“Ah!” Jisung lets out the loudest yelp yet, feeling his chin hit the floor as pain surges into him. Ice freezes the blood in his veins.
A pair of hands grasp at both of his ankles as they start dragging Jisung from under the bed, letting him wail in terror when he feels his nails scratching on the dirty floor. He’s helpless, just mere prey at the merciless claws of a predator.
He’s like a fly in a spider’s web. Like a rabbit in a fox’s grasp.
Jisung knows he’s not going to get hurt. Unless he wants to. Yet, he can’t shake off the chills that pass down his spine, tingling at the bottom. The adrenaline freezes cold in his bones, the sensation of butterflies never escaping his stomach.
He can only let a trail of quiet, pitiful whimpers as he feels his back getting dragged across the floor, feeling every wave of blood pulsate through his veins, every thump of his heart echoing in his ears with each moment that drags by.
Until he finds himself back in the hallway, his ankles set free as the attacker finally let go.
Jisung finds the strength to gently raise his head and set his gaze on the Ghostface, staring up as they hover over him, one leg kicking at Jisung’s thigh softly, but sternly. Jisung knows better than to try to run again, he knows better than to try and set his dominance.
Then, he sees the way the Ghostface crouches over Jisung, their face so close to his, Jisung is pretty sure he can hear their heartbeat echo around the clearing. Stillness engulfs them, the tension rises, the atmosphere thickens. Jisung has to fight back a gulp.
They tilt their head, giving Jisung a faux sense of security at the curiosity adorning their silhouette, almost like a cat playing with its prey before it decides to decimate it. Jisung knows that’s not going to happen to him. At least, not in that sense.
Jisung holds his breath, feeling goosebumps arise on his skin, hair lift up on the back of his neck, shudders travel down his spine in anticipation.
He feels a strong grip against the collar of his shirt, yanking him until his nose just barely touches the mask, and he can’t help but close his eyes with a whimper. Jisung tries to bite his lips shut from making any more noises, but the way his cock keeps stirring in his pants with interest is not helping.
“Who are you?” There’s a certain tremble in his voice, a certain crack, as if the pressure of life finally got to him.
He hears a dark chuckle.
“That’s not the question.”
The glint of a knife catches Jisung’s attention, seeing how sharp and taunting the tip looks, as if it’s itching to get on Jisung.
“The question is what I’m going to do to you.”
Jisung gasps breathless as he lets his head fall limply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, when his member pulsates stronger with need. He feels so high, so fucked out of his mind, so close to his climax. He’s been going crazy for the past hour.
He can hear a slash cut through the air, the shallow breeze hitting his face right before his head falls back to the floor, his cheek squished while his eyes teary and pitiful. Jisung inhales a sharp breath when he presses his palms against his chest, feeling the sensation of his bare skin under his touch.
His body tenses when he sees the way his shirt lays around him, torn and useless, a huge cut in the middle of it unglueing it from Jisung’s body. Yet, his skin is clean, soft without any impurity on it.
The Ghostface only went for his shirt.
Oh god.
They’re going to strip Jisung naked. They’re going to—
“Agh!” Jisung lets out a loud yell of surprise when he feels a foot pushing his entire body down the stairs, his strong shoulders hitting every step until he rolls over to the bottom with a hmph.
Jisung gulps dryly, his eyes shaking as his body struggles to get up from the shock when his gaze returns to the top of the stairs.
There it was. The Ghostface holds their knife in front of them with one hand, while the other wipes it clean, referencing the movies perfectly. Jisung can’t help another tremble down his spine.
“Better run, Jisung. Makes it more fun for me.”
And Jisung listens. He fucking runs. He runs through the cabin he’s spent the last two days in, knowing by heart every corner and every room, envisioning it in his brain as he makes his way through the kitchen and towards the secret door behind the cabinets he discovered on the first day.
But then…
Concentrated on looking over his shoulder for the Ghostface, Jisung ceased to realise he needed to look where he was going. He didn’t expect any road blocks in his way as he ran. He didn’t expect—
“Fuck me.” His voice raises pitches higher when his body hits a broad chest, strong and unmoving, sending him flying back to where he was.
Jisung lands on his bum, his jaw open as his breathing rises again with adrenaline. He can’t help but place his finger pads on the veins on his neck to check his pulse, to feel the blood running in his veins, to feel his fear. His shock from another figure, much taller this time, sends his mind swirling.
He hides under the kitchen table, feeling every vibration of his throat whenever his breath shudders. Jisung’s breathing hardens with each step the Ghostface takes towards his weak hiding place. Even he knows it’s bad. But there wasn’t enough time to run further. He had to crawl under there for his sanity.
Jisung feels his cock throbbing. It’s just a game to them. Why is Jisung enjoying it so much? Why is his body enjoying it so much?
“Boo.”
Despite the calmness of the voice, Jisung can’t suppress the whimper lodged in the depth of his throat the moment he hears the table slam against the kitchen floor with a thundering crash. He is stunned for a moment as he sucks in the sight of the thrown table before he feels energy pulse in his veins and lift him up, gasps and hard breaths escaping his throat as his mind enters a panicked state, unable to think coherently. Running might not even be an option.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Another silhouette, the one from before, stops him in his tracks as they hold the knife to Jisung’s throat, herding him back to his previous position, like a cornered animal.
Jisung turns around helplessly, feeling his face press back into the taller Ghostface’s chest, his tears cascading down his cheeks, as they both close in on him.
“Didn’t you watch the first Scream movie enough times to know there’s two Ghostfaces?” He hears the voice rumble with laughter when Jisung becomes so small and pitiful.
Jisung looks up at the mask, his vision blurry, as he sniffles. “But this isn’t a movie…”
He lets out a harsh choked gasp when he feels a harsh tug at his hair, yanking back until his legs give out and he finds himself on his knees. His eyes roll to the back of his head while his mouth opens in a sinful shape, pleading, needy.
“That’s right, Jisung. You’re such a smart boy.”
There it is again. The hardness growing stronger with each word.
Fuck this.
He’s so turned on it’s crazy. Held harshly by the hair while he’s forced into a kneeling position. In front of not one, but two Ghostfaces.
They must know how much Jisung loves being manhandled, how much he loves being thrown around, forced into submission, letting his body become pliant as they do what they want to him, because he feels a harsh grip at his wrists as his body is thrown on the kitchen counter. He feels his trousers forcibly get pulled down to his ankles, the urge to get rid of as many pieces of clothing strong.
Jisung’s eyes are narrowly opened, wet eyelashes stuck together as he gazes up before him. He feels the heat and weight of another body pressing into him, his wrists bound tightly behind his back while a harsh grip tugs at his locks, forcing his head upwards.
Click.
The flash of a camera momentarily blinds him as he’s in this compromising position, submissive and fucked out of his mind.
Jisung’s eyes scrunch as he tries moving his face away, but the harsh grip from his hair moves to his chin.
“Agh-ah…” He feels his breath get stuck in his throat as he swallows back a gasp, his eyes fixed on the Ghostface before him, who looks at the camera as they inspect the freshly taken picture of Jisung.
At the sound of his voice, the Ghostface seems to become aware of his presence, while the grip on Jisung only tightens.
Jisung feels his heartbeat rise when he sees the way the Ghostface slightly bends down to stare Jisung in the eyes, their head tilting. He can’t chase away the urge to rut against the kitchen counter as he’s held down, feeling his cock throb with need.
A whimper escapes his lips when another rough yank pulls his head back so he can have a proper view.
“Told you I’ll take some pics for you.” A distorted voice bounces around the shell of Jisung’s ear, making its way to his brain.
He notices the slow, torturous way the hand lifts to the Ghostface’s face level, the gloved fingers tingling, almost itching to just hurry and take off the mask. Jisung feels his eyes widen involuntarily as his lips part in another gasp, feeling the rapid beat inside his chest fasten.
Familiar locks of hair bounce from beneath the tight trap of the mask, finally free from the grasp, as an unmistakable expression follows right after. Although, there’s no softness or amusement in the glint of those almond eyes, as the scowl deepens and something dark, unseen surfaces in the gaze. That rosy pout no longer holds the friendly nuance to it as Jisung can notice a perilous undertone tugging at the corners.
He can see the way the voice distorter is being brought to those lips, fingers curling tightly around it, as a smirk erupts.
“Surprise, Jisung.” The newfound familiarity in that foreign voice hits Jisung’s ears again, messing with his mind as that voice ceases to match Minho’s face.
Jisung feels himself choke on a gasp at the shock.
Why were you even shocked? You knew it was him all along.
The signs were all there.
“Hyung is always here with you.” Did that not ring any bells?
“Minho…” Jisung’s voice is soft, in disbelief, as he breathes out.
Click.
Another picture is taken, forever engraving Jisung’s shocked expression in its memory. Minho glances at it briefly as he raises his eyebrows, chuckling darkly.
Before his mind even has the chance to process the reveal, he feels his entire body forcefully twisted around, his head hitting the kitchen counter, as another figure hovers over him.
Jisung presses a hand to his mouth as he feels the salty feeling of a tear cascading from the side of his eye, silently spilling at the contact with the counter.
“B-but if Minho— then you—“ Jisung’s words die in his mouth as curiosity seems to itch in his veins.
He can feel his cock becoming more sensitive in his pants when he feels a certain brush against his crotch, silently yearning for that release. He’s not sure how much he can hold on like this. Being teased like this, used and put in his favourite positions, and unable to chase his release without being blocked for a single moment.
Jisung stretches out his hand as he tries grabbing the mask, slow and hesitant, but instead, he lets out a wince when he feels both of his hands glued to the counter right above his head, a tight grip holding them together.
His round eyes roll until they fall on Minho’s upside down profile, seeing his eyebrows greet him back mockingly. Jisung can hear him tsk derogatorily at his action, seeing how powerless Jisung is in that moment.
Jisung swallows another whimper when he feels Minho press a hard grip on his chin, forcing their gazes to lock. “I knew you liked this.” His voice is nothing but a dark whisper.
He feels the other silhouette move above him, their hands unglueing from each side of Jisung where they previously laid as they head towards their masked face.
Jisung is met with soft beauty and long, dark locks falling back in their usual place, when Hyunjin finally holds the mask in between his slender fingers, freeing his delicate features from hiding. He sees the way he briefly shakes his head as he takes it off, before his eyes slowly open and fixate on Jisung.
“You look so pretty under me.” He hears Hyunjin’s smirk in his voice when his head tilts innocently, his mask ending up lost somewhere on the counter.
Jisung has to force a scoff, pretending that he’s not turned on and that his cock hasn’t been aching for release in the past hour, as his eyes dramatically roll to the back of his head. He can feel his dried tears under his eyes when he’s trying to play it off. “You’re mad.”
“You like mad.”
Jisung can’t help the gulp that travels down his throat, feeling energy buzzing inside him, his most
carnal instincts raw and alive in his veins while every touch, every lewd word, gets his heartbeat running. All these thoughts cause electricity to travel from the pads of his fingers all the way down to his toes.
It’s really not his fault when he feels his hips grind against the hardness of Hyunjin’s own clothed cock pressed against his. He can’t help his own nature, shameless and bold, and so fucking horny it hurts.
He feels Hyunjin’s stern hands press on his hips, stilling him, while Minho’s head only cocks to the side with an amused hmm. Jisung whines pathetically at that before he hears Hyunjin order a quick Quiet!
“Think he’s had enough teasing?” He asks Minho who only hums in agreement, his gaze fixed on a very pitiful and teary eyed Jisung.
Without further ado, Jisung feels hands press against his thighs, parting them, when he senses his body get lifted up before he knocks into a chest. He instinctively wraps his arms around Hyunjin’s neck as he tries to prevent a fall when the tallest starts moving away from the counter.
“Hyung, what— what are you doing?” Jisung can’t help but stutter in between whimpers, feeling his own grasp around his hyung tighten, his eyes daring to look beneath him as he notices the moving floor.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. Jisung just feels the need to ask.
“Keeping my promise, Jisungie, what else?”
There was something unholy about the timbre in his tone, something dark, seductive that only ignited Jisung’s interest. Of course, he didn’t have much time to think about it before he felt his body get thrown in a bed, the cushion bending gently under his weight. Jisung attempts to stabilise himself as he yelps in surprise, grabbing at every bit of sheet he is able to, before feeling two pairs of hands push his body flat on the surface.
Then, it’s a moment when Jisung really opens his eyes. He looks at Hyunjin and Minho with eyes he’s never looked with before, he sees them in a different light, as if they’re a different person. Jisung’s never seen them look at him with such lust, such greed, as if he’s some desert presented on a plate, waiting to be devoured.
He squirms under their gazes, feeling his cock produce more pre cum as it stains his underwear, causing his thighs to rub against each other needily when he feels sensitivity tease him. Jisung tries to keep his eyes open as he gasps for air. He loves their unwavering attention on him, looking at him as if he’s the best thing in the world. Jisung loves feeling so wanted, so needed for their survival.
Jisung feels fingers grasp his face still, forcing it away as it bares his neck. He catches a glimpse of Minho’s eyes as he notices the way he stares down at him, a predatory, mocking glint dancing in his gaze.
“He’s such a pretty little thing.” Jisung hears the sound of Hyunjin’s voice, rough and low, before a shudder travels down his spine at the sensation of a tongue running along his throat. “And sweet, too.”
Jisung moves his hips in an attempt to grind helplessly against Hyunjin’s crotch, feeling his own throbbing seep into his stomach. Hyunjin only laughs in a derogatory manner.
“What should we do with him, hyung?”
Minho hums in faux thought. Jisung can feel his fingers press against his lips, intruding and pushing deep, as the youngest instinctively wraps his tongue around them and sucks the further they go. Jisung can’t help the way his back arches, cursing to himself about the grasps around his limbs that are holding him down. He can’t resist like this anymore.
“What do you want, Jisungie?” Minho asks Jisung with a tooth achingly sweet tone, rotten to the core.
Jisung feels tears brim his eyes, cascading down the side of his face, as he whimpers and thrashes under their hold.
Anything.
Please just do anything to me.
He clenches his eyes shut, unable to speak.
Like clockwork, he feels Minho’s warm breath hitting the skin of his ear, goosebumps arising all over as tingles tickle the bottom of his spine. “It’s two of us and just one of you.” His voice is nothing but a sinful whisper.
Jisung can’t help the loud moan that sprawls from the back of his throat, his mind in a frenzy at the thought of not one, but two of his hyungs having their way with him. He gasps for breath as he tries to squirm out of the grasp, trying to get to Minho desperately.
Minho looks at him as he tsks, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips, before his eyes trail to Hyunjin.
Jisung sees the way Minho’s body stretches all the way towards Hyunjin, he sees the way Minho cradles a hand on Hyunjin’s cheek and most importantly, he sees the way their lips merge as Minho bends down to press a chaste kiss on Hyunjin’s plump lips. He feels his cock pulse in his pants, feeling every thump echoing in his ears, feeling every drop of pre cum drip down his length as the pool in his underwear keeps growing and he feels his skin hotter than ever.
“Let’s stretch him out.” Minho whispers against Hyunjin’s mouth, earning a dark chuckle as Hyunjin traps his hyung’s bottom lip in between his teeth before letting go.
“Ah— mghfh, hyuuung!” Jisung’s voice breaks into whimpers when his body instantly reacts, struggling as Minho keeps him pinned down to the bed. He feels Hyunjin’s lips mouthing at his clothed cock, the heat in the throbbing sensation stretching all the way to his stomach. Jisung feels like he’s going to explode any moment now.
“Be patient, Jisungie.” He hears Minho’s faint whisper in his ear, comforting and so so wicked.
Jisung tries to lock his eyes with Minho as he keeps thrashing in his hold, desperation filling his movements as Hyunjin pushes him to oversensitivity. He’s trying to rub himself against his face in hopes he’ll feel any sort of satisfaction as he keeps whining like a mess, but that only manages to vex Minho by the way his grip against his wrists tightens.
“If you don’t start being good, I’m not going to let you come.” Minho warns with his teeth gritted as he glares at Jisung, his nostrils flaring. “We’ll have fun with you and you can keep crying if you don’t listen.”
Jisung feels himself sniffling when his legs start trembling like crazy, his eyes trailing down to see Hyunjin grabbing his waistband with his teeth, threatening to pull it down and free his leaking cock.
They’re both just so mean to him.
“No! Hyung, please, I’ll be—“
“You’ll be what? Good? I don’t see it.” Minho delivers a light slap against Jisung’s cheek.
Jisung’s eyes scrunch as he sobs, feeling the way Hyunjin finally gives in and pulls down his underwear all the way down to his ankles. Jisung can’t stop squirming under their gazes, but he tries so hard to be good for them.
“Hey, Jisungie.” Hyunjin asks for his attention, letting his long, slender fingers wrap against the length of Jisung’s leaking cock as he hovers over the youngest. He thumbs over the tip as Jisung hisses at the sensitivity, feeling the pad coat his skin with pre cum while his body twitches. “Think you can hold on without coming?”
The tone in his voice makes Jisung believe he doesn’t really have a choice in this. Either he does what they tell him, or he’s not going to be allowed to come at all. Jisung shudders at the thought. He would not like that. He knows how teasing and mean his hyungs can be, but this time it’s different.
“Hyung, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do what you want but—“
Jisung’s desperate begging seems to only entertain the two even more.
“You hear that, Hyune? He’ll be good.” Minho’s voice turns to a derogatory, high pitched tone as he bends down to rub his nose against Jisung’s. “Prove it to us, Jisungie. Prove your hyungs how good and obedient you can be.”
Jisung doesn’t even comprehend the sentence before he feels a lethal tongue slide up his cock, lapping at the tip like a kitten, as warmth erupts within Jisung. His back arches as his muscles contract, his fingers wrapping tighter around the sheets while Minho’s hold on him produces pain. Jisung sighs and whines softly at the feeling, trying to force his body to stay still and listen to his hyungs.
His sounds seem to elicit more dark chuckles from the two. Jisung feels Hyunjin’s lips wrap sinfully around his tip, sucking and letting his tongue dance on it teasingly, pushing boundaries and limits. Jisung is focusing so hard to not come right now, he doesn’t want to misbehave and upset his hyungs, he wants to be good.
“Think you can take us both?” He hears Minho’s airy voice ring.
Jisung chokes on his breath as he gasps for air, struggling to keep still as Hyunjin pushes his length deeper down his throat, taking him whole.
“Y-yes, please, hyung—“ Jisung feels more tears brim his waterline, threatening to cascade down his cheeks.
The two exchange an amused glance.
Minho tsks as he tilts his head mockingly, a devilish smirk on his lips. “I mean at the same time.”
Jisung feels all the oxygen get knocked out of his lungs, heat glowing in his chest as his entire face flushes embarrassingly. “W-what?”
Minho’s smirk only grows.
They’re going to be the death of Jisung.
Before he even has the chance to say something, Jisung feels Hyunjin’s tongue trail from his cock down to his rim, immediately lapping and sucking as saliva lingers on his skin. Jisung’s body arches aggressively as lewd sounds rise in volume with need. His voice is breathless, trembling and needy as he is melting under the pressure, tears inviting themselves to drip down his face.
Just when he feels himself becoming crazier by the second, his cock leaking and throbbing, angry red with pain as it begs him for release, Hyunjin stops. Jisung gasps brokenly in shock as he tries lifting his head to whine in protest. Minho pulls him back down, keeping him there.
“Please please please.” Jisung cries as he feels Minho let go of his wrists, his hands instantly reaching for his hyung.
He hears the cap of a bottle popping in the background, but he can’t seem to focus on it when he tries to get Minho to touch him. The eldest only looks at him with raised eyebrows, amused at Jisung’s desperation. He belatedly decides to indulge Jisung as he bends down to lock their lips together. Jisung sniffles as he tries deepening the kiss, feeling the cherry flavour in Minho’s mouth lulling him. He’s so sweet, yet so mean. The kiss is sloppy, needy as Jisung breathes erratically, trying to grab at Minho however he could and push him deeper.
Before he can get more into it, Minho pulls away causing another bratty whine to leave Jisung’s lips, right before he feels two fingers covered in lube intrude at his hole without any warning. Jisung jumps slightly at the sensation, unexpecting, as he whips his head to stare at Hyunjin. He presses his fingers into Minho’s thigh, deep and sharp, as he tries to keep himself from whining when Hyunjin’s long fingers fill him up so good, so perfect that they instantly brush his prostate in ways he can never reach.
Jisung’s face is stained with tears and drool, his hair disheveled as his gaze locks with Hyunjin. He pushes himself deeper, trying to grind on the fingers, but instead he receives a stern slap to his thigh. “Be good, Jisungie.” Hyunjin growls in a warning tone.
“Focus on me, Sung-ah.” Minho’s stern tone gives Jisung no option but to obey.
Jisung whines when his gaze locks with Minho’s again, feeling his breath fan over his face, so close and so private. “Relax.” He murmurs.
The youngest has a chance to react before he feels a pair of lips reattach to his, the familiar flavour invading his mouth and sending his mind in overdrive.
He can still feel Hyunjin working on him, stretching him out slowly and sometimes teasingly brushing against his prostate which makes Jisung’s back arch, while Minho holds him down with a stern grip, kissing and biting at his mouth. Smacks of lips echo around the room as Jisung’s whimpers get swallowed by Minho.
Minho removes himself from Jisung once more just when Hyunjin’s fingers retract, and Jisung ends up being a whining squirming mess beneath their predatory gazes. Both of them hover over Jisung, eyes watching him carefully, analysing his moves and calculating the perfect time to strike. Jisung can’t hold the whimpers back in his throat as he feels his skin burning under their gazes, feeling himself seen, watched, stalked. And he can’t help but feel more turned on than ever.
In no time, his hyungs remove their clothes carelessly, itching to get their hands on Jisung and fuck his brains out, eliciting the loudest sounds they could from his throat as he takes it like the good boy he is. Hyunjin presses his hands on Jisung’s hips, digging his fingers deeply into his soft skin, promising bruises to come for days with his imprints, and Jisung just can’t stop fucking squirming in his lap, too eager to be filled up to the core.
“You okay?” Hyunjin breaks for a moment, his eyebrows slightly raising with concern, and Jisung nods eagerly, unable to keep still.
“Words, Jisung-ah.” Minho tells him.
“Yes, yes please just fuck me— I’ll—“
“Okay.” Hyunjin cuts him off calmly as he starts lifting Jisung’s hips up, placing his tip at his entrance, teasing to break in.
Jisung has to force himself from jumping up at the sensation, feeling the wetness circle his rim, before he looks down, bringing one hand to Hyunjin’s length and guiding himself down on his huge cock. He breathes heavily, butterflies swarming in his stomach at the feeling of being filled up, heat suffocating him and sending tingles all over his body. Jisung lets out a prolonged moan as he throws his head back and forces his hips in a slow grind.
“Good?” Hyunjin’s voice is nothing but a ghostly whisper.
“Mhm.” Jisung reassures him.
He feels Minho’s lips instantly attach to his neck, his strong chest gluing to Jisung’s back as he slowly starts riding Hyunjin’s cock, gradually getting used to the sensation. Small whimpers erupt from his throat at the same time as Hyunjin lets out low grunts.
It feels so good, amazing, sensations Jisung can’t even fathom, that he can’t even put into words. Having both of his hyungs’ eternal attention, their mouths and hands traveling all over his hot body, desperation lacing around their movements, is just something Jisung doesn’t ever want to stop doing. More whimpers escape from his throat, gradually morphing into louder whines as Hyunjin’s pace slightly fastens, getting Jisung used to the stretch and the feeling until pleasure starts tingling in his body.
Jisung can’t help but throw his head back on Minho’s shoulder, feeling the other’s hot mouth bite at his neck and suck, knowing his skin will be full of the possessive bruises, while he feels his hyung’s hand travel down to his leaking cock and stroking it at an agonisingly slow pace, torturing Jisung.
“Hyung—“
“Patience, Jisung-ah.” Minho whispers against his ear as he lets his teeth graze over the sensitive skin.
Jisung swallows back his insistence and instead starts grinding by himself on Hyunjin’s cock, trying to buck his hips in Minho’s hand and deliver a few unsatisfying strokes. They’re both still playing with him, teasing him and giving him something, but not enough to reach his high and fucking cum already. It’s slightly irritating, but he has to be good if he wants to climax.
“Isn’t he such a pretty sight, hyung? Riding my cock all sweaty with tears falling down his cheeks?” Hyunjin’s hoarse voice echoes around the clearing while Minho hums against Jisung’s skin, the sound vibrating through his bones.
“I can’t wait to see him crying from the stretch of both of our cocks, twisting and squirming in pleasure until his voice gives out from how loud he’s screaming.” Minho continues and Jisung can’t help the shudder that travels down his spine.
These filthy words make him feel things he didn’t know were possible.
Jisung can feel his legs trembling, Minho’s warm mouth traveling all over his skin, sending it on fire while Hyunjin’s length continues pumping in and out of him. Until it doesn’t.
Jisung gasps. “H-hyung, why did you—“
He feels a grasp at his hair, pulling his head back as Minho leans in to whisper, lips lingering against his ear. “You didn’t think you were gonna cum without both of our cocks in your hole, did you?”
Jisung has to force back a whimper at that as he helplessly shakes his head. “N-no, I’m sorry—“
“I’m sure you are.” Minho cuts him off before he sends Jisung face first against Hyunjin’s chest.
He’s laying sprawled on Hyunjin, his face teary and his skin flushed, before he feels a pair of strong hands grab his hips and lift them up.
Jisung whimpers under his stern gaze.
He breathes heavily when he feels another tip tease at his entrance, tingles running down to the bottom of his spine as he tries not to shudder at the sensation. Jisung feels his heart doing leaps in his chest when Minho’s tip starts protruding, breaking walls, as he stretches out Jisung’s loosening hole.
It burns for a brief moment, his hyung letting him get used to the sensation while Hyunjin’s hands caress his hair comfortingly. His body tenses with a satisfying burn, but he doesn’t care. Jisung squirms, horny and drunk on their cocks, without any coherent thoughts in his brain as he tries pushing himself deeper until Minho fills him up fully.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“Mgh— don’t care.” Jisung whimpers harshly as he tries grinding his hips again.
A wave of greediness washes over him, he’s so selfish he wants both of his hyungs cocks for himself, ramming into him like he’s the only thing in the world.
He feels Hyunjin’s hands place on his thighs while Minho grips his hips sternly. “Calm down, jagiya. You’re gonna get both of us.”
Jisung lets out bratty sounds as he huffs and puffs, saliva drooling all over Hyunjin’s chest as more tears continue making their way down his cheeks. He finally feels his body relax and the stretch not hurting as much when Minho pushes in slowly, careful to not hurt Jisung.
“Good?”
“Perfect.”
Minho bottoms out, his hips flushing against Jisung’s ass, his body trembling as he tries to hold back from bucking into him with force while his grip tightens around Jisung’s flesh, the skin squeezing out between his fingers. Minho breathes heavily as he stares down at Jisung with dilated pupils, something predatory in his gaze, as he tries to not ravish him in one bite.
He briefly glances down at his belly to see the outline of the cocks inside him filling him up to the core, which just sends him over the edge with desperation to get fucked stupid.
“You can move, please please hyungs, I’ve been good—“
A harsh slap on his thigh silences him. “You’re such a bratty little thing.” Hyunjin scolds him lowly.
Jisung feels his teeth graze on his neck, threatening to sink them in his skin, while Minho silently admires his body, letting his hands travel over his flushed skin.
Then, without any warning, both of their hips start grinding against Jisung, letting their cocks penetrate him in turns as Jisung can’t find his breath, his body bouncing back and forth constantly from their pushing strength. His mouth is filled with heavy breaths and choked whimpers, tears blocking out his vision as he clenches his eyes shut. His hands curl on Hyunjin’s chest as he pushes his face deep, staining it with his tears and muffling his loud sounds.
“Let us hear you, Jisungie.” Hyunjin tells him as he tries lifting his face up, but Jisung continues doing his own thing.
Minho scowls briefly before he decidedly delivers a strong thrust, ramming into Jisung’s hole with force, as he sends his entire body forward, his mouth letting out the loudest sound he’s heard all night.
“That’s right. Such pretty sounds for your hyungs. You’re such a good boy, listening to us so well.”
Jisung feels their cocks taking turns in brushing against his abused prostate, the continuous feeling making his legs tremble violently and his entire body shuddering. Grunts and pants engulf him as he lets out loudening whimpers with each thrust against his hole, his thighs clenching around Hyunjin while he feels his own hole tightening with desperation against both of their cocks.
It’s a lot, both of the cocks brushing against each other inside him as they stretch him out and the burn never really goes away, but Jisung’s filthy mind doesn’t bring him to care about the discomfort.
Warmth gathers in his stomach, coiling like a snake, each breath sharpening as every muscle in his body tightens with anticipation. Jisung feels his moans growing, until it fills the bedroom, the bed creaking under their weights as they pound into Jisung, and he feels his entire being narrowing to the sensation growing in his cock with every brush against his prostate.
He feels Minho’s hands travel down, squeezing at his length and stroking it, while Hyunjin’s mouth continues sucking bruises all over his skin. Jisung rolls his eyes to the back of his head as he feels his body slowly give out from the approaching climax.
“Hyung— hyung I’m gonna—“
“Come for us, Jisungie.”
Jisung lets out a sharp moan, the sound erupting from his throat as his entire body trembles violently, white pleasure pulsating throughout his veins as he can’t stop his legs from shaking. His breathing is erratic, unstable, as whimpers ride out his orgasm, feeling his seed spill in between his and Hyunjin’s body, the cum cascading down their skin as it leaves a salty trail. His hole clenches around the lengths as they continue pumping inside him with force, their pace growing rapidly as Jisung’s throat is denied a break.
He can feel his prostate get abused more and more as more sounds erupt from his lips, breaking and choking from the pressure, while low moans and grunts echo in his ears, feeling sweaty bodies engulfing him as their grasps on Jisung’s own tighten.
In sync he feels both of his hyungs hips fasten their pace before they stutter against his ass, feeling their warm seed spill inside his hole, filling him up to an extent as Jisung arches his back and whines prolonged, his legs trying to tighten, but giving out in the end. He feels Minho and Hyunjin grind against his ass slowly, riding out their orgasm as they climaxed with breathy, shuddering moans, the sounds making Jisung go crazy and possibly get hard again.
Jisung lets his entire body go limp, still trembling from the aftermath, his chest heaving as he gasps for breath and feeling his throat hurt from how much he screamed, the pleasure intensified in his body.
He hears Minho grunt as he lets himself fall on Jisung, causing Hyunjin to tense underneath him, probably from the weight.
“God.” Hyunjin breathes out, letting his hands caress both Minho and Jisung, rubbing comforting shapes on their skin.
“This was fucking crazy.” Minho agrees as he nuzzles his face in Jisung’s sweaty back. “You were amazing Jisungie, so well behaved for us.”
Jisung feels the praises get to his head, almost sending his blood back in his cock and turning him on again. He was too exhausted for that.
“Your cocks were perfect, stretching me out and pounding me until I couldn’t breathe.”
Hyunjin laughs breathlessly underneath, Jisung feeling every vibration. “Who knew you were such a slut?”
Jisung huffs amused as Minho presses both of his hands against his hips, beginning to get up. He mentally curses at the loss of contact, already being used to their warm bodies against his.
“So whiny and needy, jagi. You were perfect.”
Jisung has to fight back a whine when he feels both of their cocks leaving his cum filled hole, letting their come drip down his thighs and belatedly spilling on the mattress. Hyunjin lifts him up with ease as he places him on his back in between them. He’s just left with a leaking hole clenching around nothing.
Minho turns and throws his hands over Jisung’s chest as their legs tangle before Hyunjin hurriedly follows, mimicking their position. Until there was nothing intelligible, just a lump of limbs.
“You sure we weren’t too rough with you?” He hears Hyunjin whisper, his warm breath fanning over his shoulder.
Jisung shakes his head. “God, you don’t know how turned on I was when you threw me around. I thought I was gonna cum right there and then.”
His hyungs laugh, breaths puffing against him.
“How did you even come up with this? The Ghostface costumes and all?” Jisung wonders.
“Whenever we watch Scream you tell me how much you wish someone in a Ghostface costume railed you.” Minho scoffs matter of factly, rolling his eyes.
“Oh.” Jisung blushes.
There’s no room for embarrassment now.
“We figured we’ll just make your fantasy come true. I know how much you love being hunted.” Hyunjin continues.
“Are you saying I have a prey kink?”
“I’m not saying, I know you do.”
“I’ve seen you each time we play hide and seek. You get so flustered and turned on by the idea.”
Jisung has to snap his lips shut from commenting any further, instead closing his eyes.
“What about the others? Do they know you’re here?” He asks instead, forcing himself back from whining when he feels Minho getting up from beside him.
“They know. We told them we’re going back to get some snacks.”
Jisung has to stifle a laugh. “I’m guessing I’m the snack in this context.”
“Sure.”
“We should do this again.”
“Whenever you want, jagi.”
Click.
Jisung feels his eyes open, embarrassment flooding him at the position he’s in. He can’t believe Minho was distracting him with small talk while he was doing devil’s work behind his back, Hyunjin doubling down in laughter.
“Hyung! You can’t possibly take a picture of me covered in your cum!”
“Hah, jagi, I promised you I’ll take pictures!”