I didn’t have time to process the sheer physics of it before I felt them both.

Jin-Yeok’s hand was steadily pressed on my slippery back, while Seo-Jun’s grip on my thighs was firm. They were perfectly synchronized, a terrifyingly efficient team.

And then I felt it. Two hot throbbing tips pressed at my entrance, and as they pushed in, beginning to stretch me in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

"Slowly," Jin-Yeok murmured, his voice vibrating against my spine. "We don’t want to tear him."

"He’s plenty wet," Seo-Jun countered, his breath hot against my neck as I sat perched on his lap. "Look at him. He’s pulsing so damn much. He must like it."

Don’t interpret things however you like; you prevent. I feel like I’m dying.

I let out a high, thin whine that didn’t even sound like me. It was a sound of pure sensory overload.

As they began to push further, inch by agonizingly sweet inch, I felt my muscles scream and then, miraculously, give way.

Though I consciously knew this was too much for me, my body was a traitor, expanding to accommodate the impossible, opening up until I felt like I was being split down the middle.

"Haaa—! Stop... W-wait... It... It won’t fit." I gasped, my head falling back against Jin-Yeok’s shoulder.

"We’ve got you, Jo-Pil," Jin-Yeok whispered into my ear, his deep baritone sending a fresh wave of heat through my overstimulated nerves. "Just breathe. Focus on the feeling."

When they finally settled themselves completely inside me, filling me to the absolute limit, the world simply went white. I couldn’t feel the bed, the room, or the air—only the staggering, pulsing fullness of them deep inside me.

"How’s that?" Seo-Jun asked, and I could feel his breathing coming out dangerously ragged.

Inside me was tight, so much so that it felt like their cocks were going to be squeezed like lemons.

"We’re going to move now," Jin-Yeok said, and I gripped one of them, my fingers digging deep.

Already?

They didn’t give me time to settle into the feeling and began to move, gently and slowly pulling out, one after the other, and scraping my walls in an agonizingly slow motion.

Every time Seo-Jun buckled up and Jin-Yeok pressed down, it was like a double-edged sword of pleasure carving my name into the sheets.

I was a mess of broken sobs, my mind finally fracturing under the weight of it all. I didn’t even notice Min-Cheol until I felt his lips on my shoulder, his hand reaching around to stroke my already oversensitive dick.

"You’re so amazing, Hyung," he whispered, his voice thick with awe. "Look at how much you can take for us."

I couldn’t look. I could only exist in that moment of total, reckless consumption.

The tightness made them cum quickly, and as soon as they pulled out, Min-Cheol took my hands, wrapping them around his cock and stroking.

His face contorted in pleasure as he kept moaning out my name.

I watched him with half-closed eyes until his semen splurted out and spilled all over my face.

He was panting, his face flushed and his lips curved. He brought his hand to my face and brushed the semen.

"Hyung, you’re so beautiful,"

Am I beautiful because I have his semen all over my face, or what?

Well, I do know he is a weirdo of his own.

Hah, I don’t have the energy for anything else.

I closed my eyes and eventually, the fire burned out, leaving nothing but the cold, grey ash of exhaustion.

The bathroom was filled with the heavy, humid scent of steam and expensive soap. I was slumped in the center of the tub, the warm water lapping at my waist, but I didn’t have the strength to keep my own head up.

Ki-hoon was kneeling on the cold tile beside the tub, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his expression a mix of lingering bliss and a deep, aching guilt. He moved the sponge with a lightness that felt foreign after the way he’d been slamming into me. Every time the soap touched a new patch of skin, I winced.

I looked down at myself through the clear water and felt my breath hitch.

There wasn’t a single inch of me that wasn’t marked. Dark plum bruises on my hips taking the shape of handprints, red hickeys like scattered petals across my chest, and the sting at the corner of my mouth where Seo-Jun had been too much.

My legs were still trembling under the water, feeling like useless jelly.

I looked up, my vision still a little hazy, and found the four of them standing there, watching me.

"Did we push you too hard?" Jin-Yeok asked, his voice low, and I nearly scoffed, but even that felt like a marathon for my lungs.

I just looked at him, my eyes heavy and my lips still swollen.

"Pushing me too hard is an understatement," I said, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. "You guys... You dismantled me."

Seo-Jun let out a short, sharp breath—half-laugh, half-sigh—and looked away, his jaw tightening.

"Babe, we didn’t mean to—well, we did, but..." He trailed off, his usual arrogance failing him for once.

"You were so loud," Min-Cheol whispered, his blue eyes wide and soft. "We couldn’t stop. Every time you screamed, it was like... we just had to have more."

Ki-hoon stopped the sponge over my knee, his hand trembling slightly. He looked at the red marks on my hips where his fingers had dug in during that final, frantic round.

"I’m sorry, Jo-Pil. I didn’t know I was being that rough." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

I reached out a shaky hand, splashing a little water toward him in a weak attempt to reprimand him.

"You all knew exactly what you were doing. Don’t act like you were possessed."

I leaned my head back against the cool marble of the tub, closing my eyes. The heat was gone, replaced by a deep, bone-settling exhaustion.

"But," I added, my voice barely a whisper, "I guess it was worth it. For a coronation."

I heard Jin-Yeok move closer, his shadow falling over me. He took the sponge from Ki-hoon’s hand and began to wash the back of my neck, his touch firm and grounding.

"It wasn’t just a coronation, Jo-Pil," he murmured into my ear. "It was a promise. You first... Before the world."

I didn’t answer. I just let the warmth of the water and the weight of their hands pull me into a peaceful sleep I’d had in years.