SPG STORIES (KPOP RELATED)

PROF'S SON🔞 PART 1

Doyoung had always been the quiet type—polite, reserved, and content to keep to himself. Being the only child of Professor Kim, he grew up surrounded by books, not beer bottles. So when his father invited his college students to celebrate his birthday with a casual dinner and inuman at their modest home, Doyoung never expected he’d end up at the center of attention.

By 11 PM, most of the guests had gone home, and his father—slightly tipsy—had retreated to bed. Left behind in the dimly lit sala were only four people: Mingyu, Jaehyun, Jungkook, and Doyoung. The air was humid, fans whirring lazily as condensation slid down the sides of half-empty bottles.

“Hindi mo talaga kami sasabayan kahit isang tagay lang?” Mingyu asked, voice deep and already coated with warmth from Alcohol.

They still have Jose Cuervo as their tequila with sliced lemon and salt on the side.

“Isa lang, Doyoung. Birthday ng tatay mo ‘di ba?” dagdag ni Jungkook, flashing a teasing grin.

At first, Doyoung hesitated, but there was something about the way the three looked at him—older, confident, at ease with themselves. It felt good to be invited in, to be seen.

After a few shots, the conversation shifted. At first, it was harmless: girls on campus, annoying profs, thesis stress. But eventually, as inhibitions melted, so did the topic boundaries.

“Yung una kong s*x? Sa org room,” kwento ni Jaehyun, laughing. “Lasing din ako nun, pero naalala ko kung paano niya ako sinubo habang may nagpa-practice ng speech sa kabilang room.”

“Sayo, Mingyu?” Jungkook asked, leaning back on the couch, legs spread comfortably wide.

“Back of the library. Naka-mini skirt siya. Ako ang nag-ayos ng books kinabukasan.” He winked. “Sulit ang huli.”

Doyoung sat in silence, gripping his glass tighter, cheeks redder than the alcohol could justify. His breath felt shallow. He could feel their eyes shift to him.

Then came the question—soft, almost innocent.

“Virgin ka pa, Doyoung?” Jaehyun asked, voice low.

He froze. He could feel sweat gathering at the back of his neck. He tried to laugh it off, but the air in the room thickened with expectation.

“W-wala pa,” he muttered, eyes on his drink.

“Wala pa? Gwapong katulad mo?” Jungkook leaned forward. “Hindi kami maniniwala.”

“Tama, bro,” Mingyu added, “Kung gusto mo, madali lang matutunan. Mas madali pa kung may nagtuturo.”

Jaehyun was the first to move closer. “Have you ever kissed anyone, Doyoung?” he asked, tilting his head, voice like honey poured over gravel.

Doyoung shook his head slowly. “Hindi pa…”

“Hmm. Pwede kaming mag-volunteer,” Jungkook chuckled, but the humor in his tone didn’t erase the heat in his gaze.

The couch creaked as Jaehyun shifted beside Doyoung, fingers grazing the hem of his shorts. Mingyu sat across him now, eyes heavy with alcohol and something else entirely. Jungkook settled on the armrest behind him, a silent hum of arousal in the air.

“You wanna try?” Jaehyun whispered, his fingers curling under Doyoung’s chin, lifting it. “You’re allowed to be curious.”

He should’ve said no. He knew that. But his lips parted—not to refuse, but because he felt the slow burn of curiosity and want overpower the fear. The kiss was soft at first—testing, unsure—but soon deepened when Jungkook leaned down to press his lips on Doyoung’s neck, licking the sweat pooling there.

Mingyu stood, pulled his shirt off, and Doyoung’s breath hitched at the sight of his sculpted chest. The man looked like he walked out of a fitness magazine. But instead of being intimidated, Doyoung was mesmerized. He swallowed.

“You can touch me,” Mingyu said, voice gravelly, watching Doyoung’s eyes trail over his torso.

Shaking hands reached out, fingertips grazing warm, hard muscle. Jaehyun kissed him deeper, while Jungkook’s hands slipped under his shirt, tugging it up slowly.

Every nerve in Doyoung’s body was awakening—like fire licking down his spine. He never imagined his first kiss, first touch, first taste of intimacy would come like this—with three older, experienced men surrounding him, teaching him, devouring him.

Mingyu knelt in front of him, hands on his knees. “You okay?” he asked, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his thigh.

“Y-yeah,” Doyoung whispered, voice cracking.

“You want us to stop, sabihin mo lang,” Jungkook said, nuzzling his ear.

But Doyoung didn’t answer.

Because he didn’t want them to stop.

He wanted to learn—wanted to be theirs tonight.

And one by one, they showed him how it felt to be desired, to be praised, to surrender.

The quiet boy became the center of their attention. Every kiss, every lick, every whisper of “good boy” burned the hesitation out of his skin. By the time the sun began to rise, Doyoung was no longer the shy, untouchable son of the professor.

He had been opened, undone, and rewritten by the heat of that night.

And he would never forget it.

The room was thick with the mingling scents of sweat, cheap gin, and something far sweeter—an almost electric anticipation. Jaehyun didn’t rush. Instead, he drew out the moment, letting Doyoung’s tension coil tighter, letting the silence work its own kind of magic.

Jaehyun’s hand traced lazy circles on Doyoung’s bare knee, his voice low. “Relax ka lang. Wala kang kailangan patunayan sa amin.”

Doyoung tried to nod, but the movement felt stiff, unnatural. “Hindi ko pa talaga nagagawa ‘to,” he whispered.

Jaehyun smiled, gaze softening. “Kaya nga andito kami. Gusto lang naming maramdaman mo na safe ka. At gusto namin, Doyoung. Alam mo ba yon?”

He swallowed, feeling his heart hammering inside his chest. “Alam ko naman… pero kinakabahan talaga ako.”

Jaehyun’s thumb slid along Doyoung’s jaw, tilting his chin up again. “Baka kailangan mo lang ng kaunting practice.”

Before Doyoung could reply, Jaehyun leaned in—slow enough for Doyoung to pull away, but he didn’t. Their lips met in a kiss that was softer than Doyoung had imagined, yet still managed to send a tremor racing through his body. Jaehyun’s mouth moved gently, coaxing rather than taking, inviting Doyoung to respond, to open up.

He did. Tentative at first, but then a surge of warmth bloomed in his chest. His lips parted. Jaehyun deepened the kiss, letting it linger, their breaths mingling in the humid air.

“s**t… ang lambot ng labi mo,” Jaehyun murmured as they broke apart. “Ngayon alam mo na, ‘di ba?”

Doyoung couldn’t help but smile, cheeks burning. “Ngayon lang talaga. Pero… gusto ko pa.”

Jaehyun’s laugh was quiet, almost reverent. “Pwede, kahit ilan pa gusto mo.”

Doyoung’s hand found its way to Jaehyun’s wrist, squeezing gently as Jaehyun kissed him again, this time with more confidence, more hunger. Doyoung was trembling, but it wasn’t from fear—it was excitement, pure and sharp.

Behind them, the couch dipped as Jungkook shifted, watching with dark eyes. Mingyu stood off to the side, shirtless, arms folded, a knowing smirk on his lips.

“Ang cute mo pala pag nalilibugan, Doyoung,” Mingyu teased, voice thick with amusement and something darker. “Bagay sayo.”

Jungkook leaned forward, his breath tickling Doyoung’s ear. “Hindi mo kailangang mahiya. Gusto ka talaga namin makita sumarap.”

Jaehyun’s hands slid up under Doyoung’s shirt, fingertips grazing his waist, then chest. Doyoung gasped at the contact—every touch sparking something new, something hungry.

“Pwede ko ba tanggalin ‘to?” Jaehyun asked, fingers hooked at the hem of Doyoung’s shirt.

Doyoung nodded, heart thundering in his ears. “Sige… ikaw na bahala.”

Jaehyun peeled the shirt away, exposing Doyoung’s skin to the cool air and the heat of three sets of eyes. Doyoung flushed deeper, self-conscious for a moment, until Jaehyun bent down to kiss along his collarbone, gentle but deliberate.

“Ang kinis mo pala, Doyoung. Gusto kong tikman lahat,” Jaehyun whispered, mouth hot against Doyoung’s skin.

Mingyu knelt at Doyoung’s feet, his hands finding their way up Doyoung’s thighs. “Sabihin mo kung ayaw mo na, ha?”

Doyoung’s breath stuttered. He shook his head. “Gusto ko. Gusto ko matutunan.”

Jungkook leaned in, teeth grazing Doyoung’s earlobe. “Good boy. Pakita mo sa’min gaano ka kasarap.”

And Doyoung let himself go—let them kiss him, touch him, praise him. He let his hands wander, learning the feel of Jaehyun’s muscles, the warmth of Mingyu’s palms, the press of Jungkook’s lips at his neck.

He let go of being the professor’s perfect son, if only for tonight. He learned what it meant to be wanted, to want in return. And as the night stretched on, he stopped thinking about the morning, about what came after.

For now, he was theirs—and they were his firsts in everything that mattered.

Mingyu’s hand moves with gentle insistence, guiding Doyoung’s trembling fingers across the warm planes of his chest. His breath fans over Doyoung’s ear, voice low, “Huwag kang kabahan… gusto kong maramdaman mo lahat ng ginagawa ko sa’yo.” Doyoung’s palm flattens over Mingyu’s heart, feeling it thudding wildly beneath skin. Mingyu’s own hand slides over Doyoung’s, encouraging him lower—over toned abs, to the waistband of his shorts, waiting for Doyoung to take the lead.

Behind them, the bed shifts. Jaehyun and Jungkook move in sync, curiosity and hunger in their eyes. Jaehyun kneels close and tilts Doyoung’s chin. “Pumikit ka lang, Doyoung. Ramdamin mo lang kami.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste time—his fingers tracing over Doyoung’s n****e, slow at first, then with more intent, drawing a soft gasp from Doyoung’s lips.

Jaehyun grins, lowering his mouth, tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. “Sarap ba? Sabihin mo sa’kin kung gusto mo pa.” His warm breath and the slick sensation sends a shudder through Doyoung’s body, helpless to the attention.

Jungkook keeps one hand on Doyoung’s waist for reassurance, the other now teasing circles around the other n****e. “Ang cute mong umungol, Doyoung. Gusto kong marinig pa,” he murmurs before leaning down, taking the other n****e between his lips, tongue swirling and teeth grazing, making Doyoung arch back against Mingyu’s chest.

Mingyu’s hand stays, steady and sure, over Doyoung’s, urging him further. “Ako bahala sa’yo… relax ka lang. Enjoyin mo lang ‘to.” He lets Doyoung set the pace, their hands gliding lower, while Jaehyun and Jungkook continue worshipping Doyoung’s chest, alternating flicks of tongue and gentle bites, the room filling with whispers and the heat of shared anticipation.

Mingyu lets out a low exhale as muscles shift in the soft light. He doesn’t rush; his gaze locks with Doyoung’s, watching each reaction as he slides his shorts and boxers down, c**k already thickening in his hand. He strokes himself, slow and deliberate, thumb gliding over the tip as he steps closer.

“Kaya mo ‘to, Doyoung,” Mingyu murmurs, voice dark with need. He guides Doyoung to kneel at the edge of the bed, one gentle hand threading into his hair. Mingyu’s c**k brushes Doyoung’s lips, slick with anticipation. “Buksan mo bibig mo para sa’kin.”

Doyoung obeys, cheeks flushing, eyes flickering up in a silent plea for reassurance. Mingyu groans, slipping the head between Doyoung’s parted lips. He thrusts shallowly at first, hips rolling forward as he sinks deeper with each slow stroke, his hand tightening just a little in Doyoung’s hair. “Ganyan… ah, ang init ng bibig mo. Ang sarap, Doyoung…”

On either side, Jaehyun and Jungkook are already naked, c***s heavy and waiting. Jaehyun grins and takes Doyoung’s left hand, guiding it to wrap around his shaft. “Hawakan mo ‘ko, Doyoung,” he urges, his breath coming faster. Jungkook does the same on Doyoung’s right, his voice husky, “Ako din, Doyoung. Gusto ko maramdaman ‘yung kamay mo.”

Both of Doyoung’s hands are now busy—one stroking Jaehyun, the other pumping Jungkook—while Mingyu’s c**k pushes deeper into his mouth, each thrust slow but demanding. Mingyu’s breath grows rougher, hips starting to move in a steady rhythm, moaning softly, “Sarap, wag mong tigilan, Doyoung…”

All three boys are lost in the moment—Doyoung’s mouth filled, his hands gripping hot skin, Jaehyun and Jungkook moaning and grinding into his touch, the air thick with the sounds of their pleasure and the moans fill the room.

Doyoung quickly loses his shyness, confidence growing with every gasp and moan he pulls from the three men. He glances up, eyes sparkling, as he strokes Jaehyun and Jungkook with practiced, eager hands while Mingyu’s c**k thrusts deeper into his mouth.

He savors the moment—hindi niya inakalang tatlong lalaki agad ang makakatalik niya sa unang beses. The thrill sends a rush through his veins. The room is thick with the heat of bodies, the air filled with their moans:

“Putangina, ang galing mo, Doyoung…” Jaehyun groans, hips flexing into Doyoung’s hand.

“Sarap ng hawak mo… wag mong tigilan, baby,” Jungkook adds, voice rough and needy.

Mingyu’s moans rumble low as he pulls back, c**k slipping from Doyoung’s lips, strings of spit connecting them. He trades a heated glance with Jaehyun and Jungkook, an unspoken agreement passing between them.

“Palit tayo,” Mingyu says, voice thick. He moves behind Doyoung, spreading him open, hands gentle but demanding as he lowers his mouth. Mingyu’s tongue presses between Doyoung’s cheeks, hot and wet, swirling and teasing Doyoung’s hole. “Relax ka lang, ako bahala sa’yo…”

Doyoung shudders, a helpless moan escaping his lips as Mingyu starts to rim him, tongue working slow, then deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. Mingyu’s finger follows, slick with spit, pressing in slowly, stretching Doyoung with careful attention.

Jungkook quickly takes Mingyu’s place at Doyoung’s mouth, guiding his c**k to Doyoung’s eager lips. “Ako naman… ibuka mo bibig mo, Doyoung,” he whispers, sliding into Doyoung’s mouth, hips rolling as he begins to mouth f**k him, deeper and rougher, one hand in Doyoung’s hair.

Jaehyun returns to Doyoung’s chest, lips latching onto a n****e, sucking hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking as his free hand tweaks the other peak. “Ang sarap mong tignan, Doyoung… sobrang libog mo na.”

Doyoung’s world narrows to sensation—Mingyu’s tongue and fingers claiming him from behind, Jungkook’s c**k filling his mouth, Jaehyun’s lips torturing his n*****s—his own moans muffled and desperate, body trembling with pleasure, never wanting the moment to end.

Doyoung’s body arches, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure as Mingyu’s tongue circles his entrance, soft at first, then firmer—exploring, tasting, driving him wild. Each flick and push of Mingyu’s tongue sends a jolt up his spine, hips unconsciously pushing back, silently begging for more.

At the same time, Jungkook’s c**k fills Doyoung’s mouth, the weight and heat making his lips tingle. Jungkook’s grip in his hair tightens just enough, guiding his rhythm—slow, then deeper, hips rolling in steady thrusts. “s**t… ang init ng bibig mo, Doyoung. Sige pa, tangina…”

Doyoung moans around Jungkook’s length, the vibrations sending even more pleasure through Jungkook, who grunts, “Ang sarap mo, wag kang titigil…”

Jaehyun, meanwhile, is relentless. He switches between Doyoung’s sensitive n*****s, tongue swirling and sucking, occasionally biting just enough to make Doyoung gasp. His free hand tweaks the other peak, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. “Ang libog mo na, Doyoung… gusto mo ‘to, diba?” he murmurs between licks.

Mingyu, emboldened by Doyoung’s soft cries and trembling thighs, finally pushes a slick finger inside, slow but determined, stretching Doyoung gently. “Relax ka lang… ang sarap mo, Doyoung,” Mingyu whispers, voice hoarse with desire.

Doyoung feels utterly surrounded—mouth full, chest worshipped, and Mingyu’s expert mouth and fingers working him open. The sensation is dizzying, waves of pleasure rolling over him, every nerve ending burning. Hindi niya mapigilan ang sarili, mga impit na ungol at halinghing lumalabas kahit may laman ang bibig niya, sobrang sarap ng ginagawa sa kanya ng tatlong lalaki.

The room is filled with the sound of wet kisses, low moans, and the heavy breathing of four bodies lost in the moment, each touch and movement pushing Doyoung closer to the edge.

Jungkook’s grip tightens with a surge of raw hunger, his hips snapping forward as he f***s Doyoung’s mouth harder, almost desperately. Each thrust is deep and demanding, his c**k sliding in and out of Doyoung’s lips, spit gathering at the corners of his mouth, eyes watering from the intensity. Jungkook can’t help but groan, “Tangina, Doyoung… ang sarap mong chupera… ugh, wag mong tigilan…” His breathing turns ragged, body tensed as he chases the edge of pleasure.

At the same time, Mingyu kneels behind Doyoung, face buried between his cheeks. He grips Doyoung’s hips firmly, tongue pushing deeper, savoring every reaction. He flicks, laps, then presses his tongue inside, relentless and wet, swirling with intention—intent on making Doyoung moan even louder. “Ang sarap ng lasa mo… wag kang mahihiya, Doyoung,” Mingyu growls before shoving his tongue in deeper, his saliva mixing with Doyoung’s arousal, fingers occasionally teasing and spreading him wider.

Jaehyun, eyes dark with lust, slides his c**k over Doyoung’s chest, the tip gliding slickly across a sensitive n****e. He lets out a shaky breath, then aligns himself so that his c**k rubs directly against Doyoung’s hardened nub. “Tingnan mo ‘to, Doyoung… gusto mong maramdaman?” he teases, voice husky. He rolls his hips, shaft rubbing over Doyoung’s n****e, mixing precum and spit, the sensation new and electrifying for both of them. Jaehyun leans in and whispers, “Ang libog mong tignan… gusto mo pa ba?”

Doyoung is lost in sensation—Jungkook pounding his mouth, Mingyu’s tongue pushing impossibly deep, Jaehyun’s c**k gliding over his chest. Pleasure mixes with surprise, every nerve set alight, body shivering and eager, his muffled moans vibrating around Jungkook’s c**k. He never imagined being desired, consumed, and pleasured all at once like this, and he surrenders completely to the feverish rhythm of their bodies.

The three men exchange a quick, heated look—silent agreement sparking between them. One by one, they shift positions around Doyoung’s trembling body, hungry to give him sensations he’ll never forget.

Jaehyun moves up, gently guiding Jungkook away from Doyoung’s mouth. He cups Doyoung’s cheek, eyes smoldering as he presses the head of his c**k to Doyoung’s swollen lips. “Ako naman, Doyoung… tikman mo ‘ko.” Jaehyun eases forward, sliding into the warmth of Doyoung’s mouth, letting out a shaky moan as Doyoung’s tongue swirls around him. Jaehyun’s hand weaves into Doyoung’s hair, controlling the pace, his hips rolling slowly at first, then deeper, savoring every slick pull of Doyoung’s lips.

Mingyu lowers himself to Doyoung’s chest, lips instantly seeking out one hard n****e. He flicks his tongue over it, then sucks hard, his hand pinching the other peak. “Ang sarap ng utong mo… gusto ko lasahan lahat,” he murmurs before biting down lightly, tongue teasing, determined to leave Doyoung gasping. He alternates licking, sucking, and nipping, not stopping until Doyoung is squirming from the sensitivity.

Jungkook positions himself behind Doyoung, hands gripping Doyoung’s hips. He spreads him open, breath hot against Doyoung’s bare skin. “Ako naman sa butas mo, Doyoung,” he whispers, voice full of promise. He lowers his mouth, tongue dragging slowly over Doyoung’s entrance before diving in—lapping, circling, and finally pushing in deep, making Doyoung arch and cry out, pleasure and shock mixing in every sound. Jungkook works his tongue with practiced skill, fingers occasionally teasing the rim, wanting to drive Doyoung wild.

The room is filled with the heady chorus of moans, Tagalog whispers, and the wet sounds of lips and tongues on skin. Jaehyun thrusts gently into Doyoung’s mouth, Mingyu hungrily worships his chest, and Jungkook devours him from behind.

“Hindi mo ‘to makakalimutan, Doyoung…” Mingyu whispers between rough kisses on Doyoung’s chest.

“Babangon ka pa ba bukas?” Jungkook teases, voice muffled against Doyoung’s hole.

Doyoung, overwhelmed and ecstatic, can only moan in response—caught in a whirlwind of pleasure, each new touch burning itself into memory, never wanting the moment to end.

Mingyu’s mouth is relentless on Doyoung’s chest, tongue swirling and lips sucking hard on his n****e until the skin blooms red with every pull. He doesn’t stop there—he bites softly, letting his teeth graze before sucking again, determined to leave a mark that will last long after the night is over. “Akin ka ngayong gabi, Doyoung… gusto kong maalala mo ‘to,” Mingyu whispers, his voice hot against Doyoung’s skin.

While his mouth is busy, Mingyu’s hand wraps around Doyoung’s c**k, stroking slow at first, thumb tracing over the sensitive tip, teasing out beads of precum. He matches the rhythm of his strokes to Jaehyun’s slow thrusts, then tightens his grip as Doyoung starts to gasp.

Jaehyun, lost in the feel of Doyoung’s lips and tongue, thrusts deeper, rolling his hips with a groan. “Ang sarap ng bibig mo, Doyoung… tangina, ang init… bilisan mo pa, baby,” he moans, hand gripping Doyoung’s hair as he gently f***s his mouth. Doyoung looks up, eyes glassy with pleasure, taking every inch Jaehyun gives, his own moans vibrating around Jaehyun’s c**k.

Behind him, Jungkook is focused, tongue sliding over Doyoung’s twitching hole before pressing in, slick and insistent. He laps eagerly, fingers tracing the rim before slipping one inside, slow at first, then faster as Doyoung relaxes into it. “s**t… ang sabik ng butas mo, Doyoung. Gusto mo ba ng dagdag?” he teases, adding another finger, scissoring and twisting until Doyoung is writhing, hips rocking back for more.

The room is thick with the sound of wet mouths, skin against skin, and breathless Tagalog moans:

“S-sarap… s**t… wag kayo titigil, please…” Doyoung chokes out between Jaehyun’s thrusts, head swimming from the sensation of three bodies worshipping him at once.

“Lalaspagin ka namin, Doyoung…” Mingyu promises, stroking harder, mouth never leaving Doyoung’s n****e.

“Ugh… kaya mo pa?” Jaehyun asks, voice strained with need.

“Gusto ko pa… ‘wag kayong hihinto, please…” Doyoung begs, voice hoarse but desperate for more.

Jungkook pushes deeper, his tongue and fingers relentless, “Ang libog mo, Doyoung… gusto mo talaga ‘to, diba?”

Doyoung’s moans grow louder, body shuddering from all the pleasure—Jaehyun’s c**k deep in his mouth, Mingyu’s hand pumping him, Jungkook’s mouth and fingers driving him crazy from behind. Every nerve is on fire, every inch of his body claimed, and all he can do is surrender to their touch, lost in the intensity of the moment.

The air grows heavy as the three men pause, catching their breath, each one flushed and glistening with sweat. They gather in front of Doyoung, their c***s swollen and slick, hands moving in urgent strokes. All three gaze down at him—hungry, possessive, desperate to mark him.

Jaehyun growls, “Tumingin ka sa’min, Doyoung. Gusto naming makita yung mukha mo habang tinatanggap mo lahat.” His hand moves faster along his shaft, precum already glistening at the tip.

Jungkook steps closer, his breath ragged, voice low, “Buksan mo bibig mo, baby. Paglalaruan ka pa namin.” He strokes himself, eyes locked on Doyoung’s lips.

Mingyu grins, still marked by hunger, “Handa ka na ba? Gusto ko malasahan mo kami.” He fists his c**k, veins bulging, determined to watch Doyoung’s every reaction.

Doyoung, breathless and wanton, shifts forward on his knees—eager and desperate. He takes Jaehyun into his mouth first, sucking hard, tongue swirling along the underside as Jaehyun moans loudly, hips jerking. Doyoung’s left hand strokes Jungkook, right hand squeezing Mingyu, alternating between mouths and c***s, hungry for the taste of each one. Each man’s moans fill the room, their bodies trembling, all control slipping away.

Doyoung lets Jaehyun slip from his lips, immediately engulfing Jungkook, cheeks hollowing as he sucks, letting his tongue play with the head before moving to Mingyu, licking the bead of precum from his slit before swallowing him deep. “Sobrang sabik mo, Doyoung… puta ka talaga,” Mingyu pants, voice rough.

All three begin to stroke themselves faster, aiming at Doyoung’s face—his lips parted, tongue out, eyes half-closed in anticipation. “Sabay sabay tayo… ahhh… ayan na…” Jaehyun chokes out, hand working furiously.

With a chorus of curses and gasps—

“Putangina… Doyoung!”

“s**t… ayan na…”

“Lasahan mo lahat, baby…”

They spill, ropes of hot c*m streaking across Doyoung’s lips, cheeks, and chin, some of it landing on his tongue as he moans, messy and eager, swallowing what he can. He switches between their c***s, licking and sucking every drop, tongue cleaning each tip, wanting to taste everything they give.

The three watch, chests heaving, eyes glazed with satisfaction and awe at the sight of Doyoung—marked and dripping, cheeks flushed, still hungry for more, every inch the perfect slut for them tonight.

Mingyu catches his breath, but the hunger in his eyes hasn’t faded. “Wala pa tayo sa kalahati, Doyoung,” he says, voice deep and teasing. “Mainit pa gabi natin.” He pulls Doyoung close and leads him to the sofa, sprawling out and guiding Doyoung to straddle him, ass pressed flush against Mingyu’s c**k. Jaehyun and Jungkook are already circling, still rock-hard and restless.

Mingyu strokes Doyoung’s thigh, guiding him down. “Itaas mo, baby. Ako bahala sa’yo.” He positions his c**k at Doyoung’s entrance, the head pressing insistently, making Doyoung gasp. Slowly, Mingyu pushes in, stretching Doyoung open, every inch making him shudder and cling tighter.

Jaehyun stands in front of them, stroking himself, c**k flushed and eager. “Buksan mo ulit bibig mo, Doyoung,” he orders gently, sliding his tip across Doyoung’s lips. Doyoung obeys, tongue flicking out, taking Jaehyun’s c**k into his mouth even as Mingyu thrusts up from below.

But before Doyoung can adjust, Jungkook moves behind, voice husky and shaking with excitement. “Pwede ba, Mingyu hyung? Sabay tayo?” Mingyu nods, his hands steadying Doyoung’s hips as Jungkook presses his own c**k to Doyoung’s stretched entrance—right beside Mingyu’s.

Doyoung gasps at the sensation, feeling both c***s at his hole, stretching him more than ever before. Jungkook spits on his c**k for extra slickness, then pushes in, the resistance intense, both c***s now sliding into Doyoung’s tightness. His breath catches, overwhelmed by the fullness.

“s**t… tangina, Doyoung, ang sikip mo pa rin kahit dalawa kami…” Jungkook groans, fingers digging into Doyoung’s waist as he finally sinks in beside Mingyu, both c***s moving slowly, careful and deep.

Jaehyun guides Doyoung’s mouth to his c**k, moaning, “Sige… chupain mo ko habang binabayo ka nila…” He slides in, and Doyoung takes him eagerly, the mix of sensations making him whimper, body trembling from the intensity.

Every thrust is met with low moans, skin slapping, words spilling out between heavy breaths—

Mingyu: “Ang galing mo, baby… kaya mo pa ba?”

Jungkook: “Grabe, Doyoung, ang libog mo… ugh, sabay tayong papasok…”

Jaehyun: “s**t, ang init ng bibig mo… wag mong tigilan…”

Doyoung is overwhelmed, body stuffed and worshipped, every sense electrified—three men claiming him at once, all desperate to make him theirs, and the night is far from over.

Doyoung’s moans grow louder the moment Jaehyun pulls his c**k from his mouth, leaving his lips slick and parted, gasping for air. The sudden emptiness in his mouth draws out every sound—soft cries and deep groans—as the pressure and stretch of Mingyu and Jungkook f*****g his hole at the same time takes over his senses.

“Ugh, s**t… ang sarap, ang sakit… pero gusto ko pa…” Doyoung whimpers, hands clawing at Mingyu’s chest for support while Mingyu and Jungkook thrust in perfect rhythm from beneath and behind. The sofa rocks with their movement, the feeling both intense and overwhelming, making Doyoung’s whole body tremble.

Mingyu grips his hips tighter, voice rough and breathless, “Kaya mo ‘yan, baby… tanggapin mo lahat.” Jungkook presses in deeper, sweat dripping down his back, “Ang sikip mo pa rin, Doyoung… ang libog mo.”

For a moment, Jaehyun just watches, stroking his c**k, eyes dark as he takes in the sight of Doyoung’s flushed, open mouth and the way his body shakes with every thrust. Then, unable to resist, Jaehyun steps forward and slides his c**k back between Doyoung’s lips. “Miss mo ‘ko, diba? Sige, tikman mo ulit ako,” he murmurs, guiding himself deep.

Doyoung moans helplessly, filled and stretched to his limit, his cries now muffled around Jaehyun’s c**k as he sucks eagerly, every nerve lit up with the mix of pain and pleasure. The three men move in sync—Mingyu and Jungkook pounding him harder, Jaehyun’s c**k gliding in and out of his mouth—while Doyoung lets go completely, drowning in the sensation, desperate for more.

Bodies glistening with sweat, the four of them move as one, breathless and desperate—each thrust and motion raw with heat. Mingyu and Jungkook groan with every push, their c***s stretching Doyoung’s hole, sweat dripping down their bodies, chests heaving.