SPG STORIES (KPOP RELATED)

PROF'S SON🔞 PART 2

Mingyu leans forward, brushing his lips along Doyoung’s ear, his voice low and playful, “Grabe, ang sikip mo pa rin kahit dalawa kami… gusto mo ba talaga ‘to, baby?”

“Uh-huh… gusto ko, Mingyu… s**t, ang sarap…” Doyoung gasps out, voice trembling, body rocking with every deep thrust.

Jungkook’s hands grip Doyoung’s hips tight, his breath ragged. “Hindi ka na makakatanggi, Doyoung… amin ka na talaga.”

Suddenly, Mingyu slows, glancing at Jaehyun with a smirk. “Jaehyun, gusto mo? Tirahin mo din butas niya… mararanasan mo rin ‘to.” They pull out gently, both men slick and panting.

Jaehyun wastes no time, switching places with Mingyu. He lines up beside Jungkook, c**k twitching in anticipation, and with a deep groan, pushes in—Doyoung’s hole once again stretched by two thick c***s.

“Aaah… putangina, Jaehyun…” Doyoung cries out, voice breaking, knuckles white as he grabs at the sofa cushions. The new sensation sends shudders through his whole body.

Mingyu, now in front, cups Doyoung’s face with one strong hand, tapping his c**k against Doyoung’s lips. “Buksan mo, baby… ako naman ang magpapalasap sa’yo.” He pushes in, rougher than before, hips rolling, c**k filling Doyoung’s mouth deep with every thrust. “Sipsipin mo… wag mong tapon laway mo, akin lahat…”

Jaehyun and Jungkook quickly find their rhythm, moving together, hips rolling in sync as they drive into Doyoung, making the couch shake beneath them. Jaehyun moans, “Ang sarap mo, Doyoung… di ko na kaya… tangina, gusto kong labasan sa loob mo…”

Jungkook, panting hard, adds, “Ang sikip mo pa rin… parang lalabasan na rin ako…”

Doyoung can only moan around Mingyu’s c**k, his throat humming with desperate, needy sounds—every thrust, every word, every moan echoing in the room:

“s**t, ang dami niyo, di ko na alam kung sino uunahin ko… ahhh, f**k… ang sarap, please, wag kayong titigil…”

“Walang titigil, baby… amin ka ngayong gabi,” Mingyu growls, thrusting deeper.

The four of them are a tangled mess of skin and heat, every movement pushing Doyoung higher, lost in the intensity, each new rhythm burning itself into his memory, bodies moving until no one can tell where pleasure ends and need begins.

Doyoung’s entire body tenses, shuddering uncontrollably. The intense pressure and the relentless rhythm from Jaehyun and Jungkook, combined with Mingyu’s c**k filling his mouth and his possessive words, finally push Doyoung over the edge. His hands clutch at the sofa, knuckles turning white, as his orgasm crashes through him—hot, powerful, and overwhelming.

“Ugh—ahhh! s**t… hindi ko na kaya…!” Doyoung sobs, hips jerking, his untouched c**k spurting, painting his stomach and thighs with thick ropes of c*m. The pleasure is so intense, it borders on pain—his moans muffled by Mingyu’s c**k, eyes squeezed shut, tears forming at the corners from the overwhelming sensation.

Mingyu sees the way Doyoung trembles, his entire body giving in to release. He grins, voice rough, “Tangina, nilabasan ka nang walang humahawak? Ang libog mo, Doyoung… ang galing mo.” He thrusts a little deeper, proud and hungry, watching Doyoung swallow every inch.

Jaehyun and Jungkook keep moving, feeling Doyoung tighten impossibly around them as he cums. Jungkook moans, “Putangina… ang sarap mong tignan… di mo na kinaya, ha…”

Jaehyun’s voice is shaky with awe and satisfaction, “Sobrang libog mo, Doyoung… basang-basa na ‘tong butas mo… proud kami sa’yo.”

The three men exchange satisfied, almost reverent glances—each one turned on even more by the sight of Doyoung, wrecked and shuddering, spent and utterly open, marked by their hands and mouths and c***s. They keep moving gently, savoring his sensitivity, stretching out the pleasure as long as they can.

The room is filled with their satisfied groans and Doyoung’s heavy breathing, the memory of his untouched climax burning itself into all of them—a sight and a night none of them will ever forget.

The three men can’t get enough of the sight before them—Doyoung spent and shivering, but still taking every inch they give him. Jaehyun and Jungkook don’t let up, hips grinding deep, the slick heat inside Doyoung’s hole only driving them wilder. Each thrust draws fresh whimpers and shudders from Doyoung, his body trembling as overstimulation melts into pleasure again.

Mingyu, hand still tangled in Doyoung’s hair, f***s his mouth with more urgency, eyes dark as he watches Doyoung’s throat flex around him. “Tangina… ang galing mo, baby. Di ko mapigilan, ang sarap mo talaga,” he groans, voice ragged.

Jaehyun leans forward, sweat dripping onto Doyoung’s back as he moans, “Grabe, Doyoung… hindi ko na alam kung kaya ko pang magpigil… ang sikip mo pa rin kahit nilabasan ka na…”

Jungkook’s fingers dig into Doyoung’s waist, his breath hot and fast against Doyoung’s ear. “s**t… parang gusto kong labasan ulit… ang libog mo, baby, napapalibog mo kaming lahat…”

All three men move in a hungry rhythm—Jaehyun and Jungkook taking Doyoung from behind, Mingyu driving into his mouth, every sound and shiver making them crazier. Their moans echo, tangled with Tagalog curses and breathless praise:

“Sarap mo, Doyoung… amin ka lang ngayong gabi.”

“Gusto kong punuin ka, baby…”

“Lalaspagin ka namin hanggang di ka na makatayo…”

Doyoung’s body rocks with each thrust, mouth full of Mingyu, ass stretched and filled by Jaehyun and Jungkook, mind blank with pleasure and the raw need pouring off all three. Each of them is close—hips moving faster, hands gripping tighter, chasing their own release, lost in the feeling of Doyoung wrecked and wanton beneath them.

The room is thick with sweat, heat, and the wild, desperate moans of four bodies lost in the moment, all hungry for more.

Jungkook feels his release building, hips snapping faster, breaths coming in ragged moans. “Tangina… malapit na ako, Doyoung… ang sikip mo, grabe…” he groans, his grip almost bruising on Doyoung’s waist as he pistons in and out, chasing that last push of pleasure.

Jaehyun’s thrusts match Jungkook’s, both of them pounding harder, their rhythm frantic and wild. “Putangina… ayan na, Doyoung… ugh, tanggapin mo lahat…” Jaehyun chokes out, eyes squeezed shut as his body tenses, sweat dripping down his back.

Mingyu, watching Doyoung get wrecked between them, can’t hold back anymore. He tightens his hold in Doyoung’s hair, guiding his mouth even deeper onto his c**k. “Sarap mo, Doyoung… bilisan mo pa… sige, tanggapin mo lahat ng tite namin,” he growls, hips rolling rough and fast, f*****g Doyoung’s throat with abandon.

Doyoung’s throat flexes around Mingyu, drool slipping down his chin as he tries to keep up, moans muffled but eager. His hands scrabble for purchase, body trembling as he feels Jaehyun and Jungkook’s thrusts grow erratic, both of them on the verge of losing control.

Jungkook throws his head back, voice breaking. “Malapit na… tangina, eto na… ahhh!” He slams deep one last time, body tensing as he spills inside Doyoung, moaning out his pleasure.

Jaehyun’s pace turns desperate, slamming in with reckless abandon. “s**t… ayan na rin ako, Doyoung… puta ka…” With a deep groan, he lets go, burying himself and flooding Doyoung with his release.

Mingyu, hair twisted in his fist, f***s Doyoung’s mouth even harder, driven on by the sight of his friends coming undone. “Lunukin mo lahat, baby… akin ka ngayon,” he commands, breath coming in ragged bursts.

The three boys’ moans and curses fill the room, heat and pleasure mingling, each one taking their fill as Doyoung surrenders completely, overwhelmed and adored, every inch of him claimed.

Mingyu is the first to lose control, his thrusts into Doyoung’s mouth growing frantic, breath coming in harsh moans. He pulls Doyoung’s head closer, hips jerking as he spills hot, thick c*m deep onto Doyoung’s tongue—ropes of it filling his mouth, the taste salty and heavy. “Tangina, lunukin mo lahat, baby… akin lang ‘yan,” Mingyu groans, eyes locked on Doyoung’s flushed face as he makes sure every drop is swallowed.

Before Doyoung can even catch his breath, Jungkook pulls out from behind and moves in front, urgency written all over his face. He grips his c**k, pumping hard, then presses it against Doyoung’s parted lips. “Akin naman, Doyoung… tanggapin mo ‘to…” With a sharp cry, Jungkook erupts, his thick, hot c*m spilling over Doyoung’s tongue, some dripping down his chin as Jungkook groans with pleasure, running his fingers through Doyoung’s hair.

Jaehyun can’t wait any longer. He moves in quickly, c**k already twitching, and pushes past Doyoung’s lips, voice trembling. “s**t… akin din, Doyoung… lunukin mo pa…” He strokes himself one last time before releasing, his c*m joining the others, filling Doyoung’s mouth until he can barely swallow fast enough, the sensation overwhelming and filthy and perfect.

All three watch, breathless and spent, as Doyoung obediently swallows every drop, licking his lips clean, c*m slick on his lips and tongue, eyes hazy and satisfied. The room is filled with heavy breathing and satisfied groans, Doyoung’s mouth having taken everything they could give, his own body wrecked but deeply, utterly satisfied.

Doyoung looks up at the three of them, cheeks flushed, lips slick and parted, every last drop of their release swallowed. The sight alone drives Mingyu, Jaehyun, and Jungkook wild with pride and desire.

“Ang galing mo, Doyoung… nilunok mo lahat,” Mingyu says, voice hoarse with satisfaction, cupping Doyoung’s face and brushing his thumb over the corners of his mouth.

Jungkook can’t help but grin, running his fingers through Doyoung’s messy hair. “Sobrang sarap mong tignan, baby… gusto ko pa,” he breathes, leaning in.

Jaehyun, still trembling, meets Doyoung’s gaze and murmurs, “Ang libog mo, hindi mo talaga kami binigo… halika dito.” He presses forward, capturing Doyoung’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

One after another, they all lean in, mouths meeting—hungry, messy, tasting the lingering salt on Doyoung’s tongue and each other’s lips. The kiss becomes a tangle of tongues and breath, hands sliding over sweat-slick skin, their mouths sharing the mingled taste of their pleasure.

The four of them lose themselves in that kiss, slow and lingering at first, then passionate and desperate. Moans fill the air again as they share the taste and heat between them, each one savoring the closeness, the intensity, and the memory of what they’ve just shared.

No one pulls away for a long, blissful moment, the night far from over—just four bodies tangled, breathless, and wanting more.

Doyoung catches his breath, lips still tingling from the deep, messy kisses they’ve just shared. He grins, eyes sparkling with mischief despite the wrecked state of his body, and looks up at the three men surrounding him.

“Tapos na? Paano kung gusto ko pa?” he teases, voice a little rough but full of longing, tongue darting out to lick a stray bead of c*m from his lip. His words hang in the air, electric and hungry.

Mingyu laughs softly, brushing a hand through Doyoung’s hair, sweat still glistening on his skin. “Hindi ka pa pagod?” he asks, voice deep and affectionate, thumb caressing Doyoung’s cheek. “Parang hindi ka nauubusan ng lakas, baby…”

Jaehyun moves closer, fingertips trailing down Doyoung’s chest, eyes dark with new possibilities. “Ano pa gusto mo ma-experience, baby?” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of Doyoung’s ear, making him shiver. “Kahit ano, sabihin mo lang… ibibigay namin lahat ng gusto mo.”

Jungkook smirks, voice playful and teasing, “Libog ng anak ni sir Kim ah… parang hindi ka talaga madaling mapagod.” He leans in, nipping at Doyoung’s jaw, hands roaming down his trembling thighs. “Sabihin mo lang, Doyoung, hanggang saan mo kami kayang sabayan?”

Doyoung bites his lip, letting out a small, excited moan as he gazes at each of them in turn, emboldened by their words and touches. “Bahala na kayo… gusto ko lang maramdaman lahat… gusto ko pang magpa-angkin sa inyong lahat,” he confesses, voice low and needy.

Mingyu grins, eyes burning with renewed desire. “Kung gusto mo pa, ibibigay namin lahat, baby. Hindi pa tapos ang gabi…”

Jaehyun traces lazy circles on Doyoung’s stomach. “Pagod lang ang katawan mo, pero kita ko sa mga mata mo, gusto mo pa rin.”

Jungkook slides behind Doyoung, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Walang hinto hangga’t gusto mo, Doyoung… amin ka ngayong gabi.”

Once again, their hands start exploring, hungry mouths finding new spots to worship. Doyoung melts into their touch, body humming with anticipation, already eager for whatever comes next—a night of endless pleasure, lost in the arms of three insatiable lovers.

Doyoung wipes his lips, catching his breath, then flashes a daring, satisfied smile at the three men. This time, he moves with newfound confidence—kneeling between them, taking charge.

Mingyu settles on the sofa, legs spread, still catching his breath, but his eyes burn with anticipation. Doyoung crawls between his thighs and takes Mingyu’s c**k in hand, licking up the length before swallowing him down with no hesitation. He sets a slow, deep rhythm at first, letting Mingyu feel every swirl of his tongue, every flicker of his lips. Mingyu groans, head falling back, one hand threading into Doyoung’s hair. “Tangina, Doyoung… ang galing mo talaga…”

With his free hands, Doyoung reaches out for Jungkook and Jaehyun, who are both standing on either side of him, still hard and needy. He wraps his left hand around Jungkook’s shaft, stroking him with steady, twisting pumps, thumb teasing the sensitive tip. His right hand grips Jaehyun, matching the motion, squeezing and working him in sync with Jungkook. The sensation of power—of having all three at his mercy—sends a shiver down Doyoung’s spine.

Jungkook groans, hips rolling into Doyoung’s fist. “s**t… ang sarap mong magjakol, Doyoung… masarap ka talagang panoorin.”

Jaehyun bites his lip, eyes fixed on Doyoung’s lips as they glide up and down Mingyu’s c**k, his own pleasure building fast. “Puta, ang libog mo… ang init ng kamay mo, baby…”

Doyoung glances up at them through his lashes, eyes glinting with playful defiance. He pulls off Mingyu for a moment, letting spit trail from his lips. “Sabi ko sa inyo, gusto ko pa… ako naman magpapaligaya sa inyo,” he says, voice low and thick with arousal.

He goes back to sucking Mingyu deep and steady, his hands pumping Jungkook and Jaehyun in time, relishing the chorus of moans filling the room. The three men are lost in the sensation—watching Doyoung, desperate and skilled, giving them all the pleasure they crave and more.

Doyoung puts on a show none of them expected. His tongue and lips work expertly up and down Mingyu’s c**k, hollowing his cheeks, twisting his wrist at the base for added pressure. He lets out wet, messy slurps on purpose—making sure every sound echoes in the room. He moans around Mingyu’s length, letting the vibration ripple through Mingyu’s body, making him curse under his breath.

At the same time, Doyoung’s hands never stop—his left hand stroking Jungkook’s c**k with long, steady pulls, thumb smearing precum over the tip, while his right hand works Jaehyun, alternating between slow, teasing pumps and fast, desperate strokes. Every so often, he switches hands, twisting and squeezing in new ways, eyes flicking up to watch their faces contort with pleasure.

“Putangina, Doyoung…” Mingyu groans, hips bucking involuntarily, hand tightening in Doyoung’s hair. “Hindi ko akalain… ang galing mo pala magpaligaya…”

Jungkook can’t take his eyes off Doyoung, breath shaky as he moans, “s**t, ang tahimik mo kanina… pero ngayon, puta, parang sanay na sanay ka…”

Jaehyun lets out a deep, ragged gasp, running a hand through his own hair as his body trembles. “Hindi ko alam kung saan ako titingin… sobrang sarap ng ginagawa mo, baby… wag kang titigil…”

The three men watch, completely captivated by Doyoung—his lips red and swollen, spit glistening on his chin, arms flexing as he pumps and strokes, the perfect picture of hungry, shameless desire. The thrill of seeing the usually quiet Doyoung in control, taking them all apart with his mouth and hands, drives them wild—moans, curses, and gasps spilling from their lips as Doyoung brings them closer and closer to the edge, determined to show them just how much he craves their pleasure.

Jungkook, burning with need, gently grabs Doyoung’s hair, pulling him away from Mingyu’s c**k. With a quick nod and hungry grin, he switches places with Mingyu—taking the center spot on the sofa, legs spread wide, c**k standing hard and ready.

“Ako naman kakantot sa bibig nito, laspagin na ulit natin,” Jungkook growls, guiding Doyoung’s mouth to his aching length. Doyoung parts his lips without hesitation, letting Jungkook slide deep into his mouth. Jungkook thrusts slowly at first, savoring the heat and wetness, then gradually quickens his pace, f*****g Doyoung’s mouth with growing urgency. His head falls back, a stream of curses and moans tumbling out as he loses himself in the sensation. “Tangina, Doyoung… wag mong tigilan, sige pa…”

Even as his mouth is filled, Doyoung’s hands stay busy—his right still stroking Mingyu’s c**k, twisting his wrist, smearing precum over the tip, while his left works Jaehyun, who groans and shudders, his pleasure spiking with every stroke.

Jaehyun, unable to resist, kneels at Doyoung’s side and dips down, his mouth latching onto Doyoung’s sensitive n****e. He sucks and flicks his tongue, biting lightly, then teasing with gentle licks. “Ang sarap ng utong mo… hindi ako magsasawa dito, baby…” Jaehyun murmurs between kisses, one hand tweaking the other n****e, making Doyoung gasp and tremble.

Meanwhile, Mingyu positions himself behind Doyoung, his fingers trailing down the curve of Doyoung’s back. He gently spreads Doyoung’s cheeks, slicking his fingers before pressing one inside, then two, twisting and curling to find the spot that makes Doyoung squirm and moan around Jungkook’s c**k.

“Gusto mo pa, diba?” Mingyu whispers, voice hot against Doyoung’s ear as he fingers him deeper, his free hand rubbing circles on Doyoung’s lower back. “Sobrang sabik mo, Doyoung… hindi pa tayo tapos.”

Jungkook’s thrusts become more insistent, Jaehyun’s mouth is relentless on Doyoung’s chest, and Mingyu’s fingers work him open, all three determined to push Doyoung even further, moans and curses filling the room as they take turns worshipping every inch of him.

Doyoung, voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and raw desire, manages to gasp out between moans, “K-kaya nyo bang tatlo… ipasok sa butas ko?” His eyes are wide, lips swollen, body still quivering from everything he’s taken—and yet, the hunger in his voice is unmistakable.

The question stuns the three men into silence for a heartbeat, then lights a fire in all of them. Jaehyun pulls back from Doyoung’s n****e, eyes blown wide with lust, a wicked grin spreading on his lips. “Tangina, Doyoung… ikaw na talaga… gusto mo talaga ng mas matindi, ha?”

Mingyu’s fingers pause, buried deep inside Doyoung, his own breathing turning ragged. “Baby, sigurado ka ba? Sabik mo… nakakalibog ka sobra.” His free hand caresses Doyoung’s side, awe and excitement mingling in his touch.

Jungkook, c**k still buried in Doyoung’s mouth, lets out a desperate moan. He pulls out slowly, spit and precum glistening on Doyoung’s lips, then bends down to kiss him hard. “Gusto mo talaga? Gusto mo sabay-sabay kami?” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse, rough with need.

Doyoung nods, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he pants, “Gusto ko maramdaman kayo… lahat… sabay-sabay… please…”

Jaehyun exchanges a hungry look with Mingyu and Jungkook. “Putangina… mas lalo kitang gustong laspagin ngayon, Doyoung,” he whispers, hand sliding down to squeeze Doyoung’s trembling thigh.

All three men are instantly harder, more desperate, turned on beyond words by Doyoung’s plea. They begin to arrange themselves—hands everywhere, mouths whispering encouragement, each one eager to give Doyoung everything he’s begging for.

“Walang aatras, ha?” Mingyu teases, lips at Doyoung’s ear.

“Handa ka ba talaga, baby?” Jaehyun murmurs, voice thick.

“Bibigay namin lahat, Doyoung. Amin ka… sabay-sabay,” Jungkook promises, breath hot against his neck.

The air is electric, thick with anticipation, as the three prepare to make Doyoung’s wildest desire come true—each one hungry to fill him, to see just how much pleasure he can take, and how far they can push him together.

They move carefully at first, lining up behind Doyoung, but the stretch is too much—Doyoung winces, a gasp escaping his lips. “A-ayan… masyado, ahh… s**t, wait lang…” His body trembles, pleasure mixed with sharp discomfort.

Mingyu, ever attentive, gently strokes Doyoung’s back, whispering against his ear, “Okay lang, baby… ayaw naming masaktan ka.” Jaehyun tries to ease in, breath ragged, but the tightness makes him pause too, watching Doyoung’s face for any sign to stop.

Jungkook, sensing Doyoung’s limits, kisses his shoulder and withdraws. He moves in front, cupping Doyoung’s cheeks, brushing his lips with a reassuring kiss. “Ako na lang sa bibig mo, baby. Relax ka lang. Gusto ka naming masarapan.” He guides his c**k to Doyoung’s lips, and Doyoung accepts him eagerly, opening wide, letting Jungkook slide deep, groaning as his mouth is filled once more.

With Jungkook at his mouth, Mingyu and Jaehyun exchange a look of concern and lust. They find their rhythm again—lining up behind Doyoung, c***s pressing side by side into his still-stretched, trembling hole. The double penetration is intense, the sensation riding that razor’s edge between pain and overwhelming pleasure.

“Ayan… f**k, ang sikip mo pa rin, Doyoung… s**t…” Jaehyun groans, hips slamming forward, emboldened by the sound of Doyoung’s moans.

“Ang sarap mong tignan, baby… tanggapin mo kami, sige pa…” Mingyu pants, his thrusts growing rougher, the sweat on his skin glistening as the adrenaline takes over.

Doyoung’s world narrows to sensation—Jaehyun and Mingyu’s c***s stretching him wide, filling him deep, their pace wild and unrelenting. Jungkook’s c**k drives into his mouth, his hands gripping Doyoung’s hair as he thrusts with growing speed, groaning, “Ang sarap mong puta, Doyoung… ahh, sige pa, wag kang titigil…”

The room is filled with wet, desperate sounds—the slap of skin, the harsh pants, Doyoung’s muffled cries, and the moans of three men lost in the chaos of pleasure. Doyoung is rocked between them, body shaking, every nerve on fire, surrendering to the speed and force, the feeling of being claimed, ruined, and cherished all at once.

The rhythm turns wild, the tension in the room reaching its breaking point. Jaehyun and Mingyu’s thrusts become ragged, their voices reduced to desperate, breathless moans as they lose themselves in Doyoung’s tight, quivering heat.

“Putangina… Doyoung, ayan na… tanggapin mo lahat…” Jaehyun gasps, hips jerking forward as he buries himself deep, c**k pulsing, filling Doyoung’s hole with thick, hot c*m. He cries out, shaking, fingers digging into Doyoung’s waist as he empties himself fully.

Mingyu isn’t far behind—his thrusts turn frantic, sweat dripping from his brow. “Akin ka, baby… malapit na ako—ayan na!” With a guttural groan, he drives in hard, c**k swelling and releasing wave after wave of c*m inside Doyoung, mixing with Jaehyun’s. He bites down on Doyoung’s shoulder, breath shuddering as he milks every last drop.

At the same moment, Jungkook’s grip on Doyoung’s hair tightens, hips slamming forward as he f***s Doyoung’s mouth, breath breaking into curses. “Ayan na rin ako… s**t, Doyoung, lunukin mo…” Jungkook’s c**k pulses against Doyoung’s tongue, spilling thick, salty c*m down his throat, moaning as Doyoung swallows eagerly, not wasting a single drop.

Doyoung trembles between them, utterly spent and filled, their moans echoing around him. Jaehyun and Mingyu collapse against his back, panting, c***s still buried inside him as their c*m seeps out, while Jungkook brushes his thumb along Doyoung’s messy lips, pride and desire burning in his eyes.

The four are left tangled and breathless, bodies slick with sweat, the evidence of their release warm and heavy—a memory none of them would ever forget.

Doyoung, still catching his breath, wipes his lips and looks up at the three, cheeks burning with a rush of embarrassment and thrill. He manages a shaky laugh, voice barely above a whisper, “Please… please don’t tell this to Dad…” The mention of his father—Professor Kim, who also happens to be the strict professor of Mingyu, Jaehyun, and Jungkook—makes the moment even more forbidden, adding another layer of excitement.

Mingyu grins, still not fully recovered, his fingers lazily tracing circles on Doyoung’s thigh. “Mapapadalas kami sa bahay ni sir Kim, sigurado. Lalo na kung ganito lagi ang aabutan namin…”

Jaehyun leans in, smirking, pinching Doyoung’s side just enough to make him flinch. “Basta papalaspag ka lagi, Doyoung. Hindi kami magsasawa. Alam mo na kung sino ang paborito ni prof Kim…”

Jungkook, voice low and playful, leans down to whisper in Doyoung’s ear, “Di ka namin titigilan, Doyoung… umpisa pa lang ‘to. Asahan mong babalik at babalik kami. Amin ka na ngayon.”

The three of them exchange knowing looks, laughter and promises filling the air, while Doyoung can only nod, a nervous but satisfied smile on his lips—his secret safe for now, but the excitement of what’s to come already making his heart race all over again