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It was supposed to be a fun ride, a normal friend group type of enjoyment in the car.
Normal.
However, the group is far from normal society norms and standards.
Every single one of them is aware of what the new trip to Jeju Island would turn into, yet no one speaks on it.
And this is the reason Sieun took Juntae with him and Suho in another car.
It wasn't very spacious anyway.
The one Seongmok is driving doesn't have a large space but is sufficient for four people.
The thing is, Seongje refused to travel in Suho’s car to stay with Baekjin.
Humin glared at Hyuntak with a pout when he offered to go with Sieun.
So now they are stuck in a car designed for only four people, and there are six individuals.
“One of you can sit on someone's lap.”
That's how Seongje decided to sit on Baekjin's thighs. The sweat of dread and a throbbing heart dripped down from Baekjin's neck.
They would take turns. Hyuntak will sit in the middle until Baekjin's legs are tired, then he will go on Humin's leg, letting Seongje sit in the middle for the time being.
Dongha was the passenger princess, grinning like a dork when Seongje settled on Baekjin.
There was no shame in the air. Nothing.
Normal.
They settled comfortably when the ride began.
Now, it's been more than one hour and Seongje is already restless. Baekjin tried to calm him and himself down by rubbing soft circles on his waist, gripping his hips.
It would just make him roll his hips more, so Baekjin tried to stop the hitches and twitches coming out of his body.
The nice weight on his legs and Seongje's exposed thighs in his sight, oh, heaven have mercy on him.
Seongmok didn't look interested, focusing on the road. They watched Suho drive past them with a loud ‘woo’, only getting a middle finger from Seongje.
Dongha had been watching them from the rearview mirror. His gaze only wavered to give some kind of look at Seongmok and then back to them.
Hyuntak had fallen asleep as soon as the engine started. Humin did give them a smirk before retreating back to resting his head on the headrest.
“Seongje-ah, just wait some more.” There was no protest in the tone.
Fuck this boy for wearing denim shorts and using the weather as an excuse. The shorts cling to his upper thighs perfectly, the meat resting on Baekjin's lap as he gropes them gently.
“Shh.” Seongje gives another roll of his hips, making Baekjin grip on his skin more firmly.
At first, they were just rubbing. Normal. Rubbing as Baekjin's hard cock rubs between Seongje's folds, the clothes prevented any type of penetration yet. It got sweaty really fast. The AC was on, helping to make the atmosphere get less steamy.
Minutes passed and Seongje was getting impatient, humping Baekjin's rigid, clothed dick with closed eyes. No awareness of the surroundings. Hyuntak lay between them clueless, sleeping while Humin occasionally gave them glances.
Dongha had been watching their movement with something disgusting in his eyes.
And they still didn't stop. It wasn't something to be uncomfortable with, and the eyes didn't stop Seongje's humping, just fueling it even more.
“Fuck–” Baekjin moans, eyes dark as he stares at the dampness on Seongje's shorts.
“You didn't wear any panties, hm?”
“No,” too lost in pleasure, Seongje didn't notice his glasses were crooked to the side.
“Jin, I need it inside.”
“Just wait a little more, Seongje-ah.”
“Man, give it to him already. He looks desperate.” Humin's voice was laced with jokes and something deeper.
“Fuck you,” Seongje curses.
“You are welcome, Gogo doesn't really mind.” Baekjin shot glares at his best friend, biting his tongue when Seongje slightly bounced on his dick due to the car thudding a little.
“I wanna film it,” Dongha's voice broke.
Seongje looks back at Baekjin.
“Please? I really need it.” The voice, the fucking voice. He always uses it whenever he wants something, and it works all the time.
“Fucking fine.” Baekjin's patience flared, and he roughly unbuttoned Seongje's shorts, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him a little so he could slide the cloth down.
The sudden chill of the AC hits his wet vagina, making the area tingle.
Baekjin slid one finger between the labia, spreading it. And at the same time, Dongha pulled out his phone.
“Gotta show Suho's team what they lost,” with a sly smirk, he clicked two photos. One of them had Seongje's pussy spread with Baekjin's finger, and the other had a finger on the clit.
Seongje didn't look ashamed, just chasing the pleasure from Baekjin's finger.
He didn't finger him yet, just massaging the area.
Humin's bulge was visible through his gray trackpants, but he wasn't touching it. He was just letting it throb as he watched the scene.
“Fucking cock-hungry,” he joked, and Baekjin and Seongje both didn't deny his words.
“Fucking cuck,” Seongje grumbled.
“Not really,” Humin placed his hands on the soundly sleeping Hyuntak's thigh.
Baekjin's eyes slipped between Hyuntak's legs, thinly spread. One of the legs touched Baekjin's and the other was draped on Humin's thick thighs.
“Baekjin-ah,” Seongje pants, fucking himself on just one finger Baekjin had slid in. “I need cock, not just a finger!” It was a bratty tone. The older one didn't complain, biting down on the junction of his neck.
“Mh-!”
The best thing about summer is they get to wear loose clothes and fewer layers, so it is easier to pull his cloth out of his pants where it stood tall. Baekjin strokes it on Seongje's ass before lifting Seongje's lower half in the air. Mindful of his movements, he doesn't hit his head on the roof.
Dongha's camera stayed focused on Seongje's pussy, zooming in from time to time.
With one shift, Baekjin forcefully made Seongje sit on his cock in one thrust. The yelp the younger one let out was mixed with pain and euphoria. His eyes crossed as his whole body spasmed.
“Woww,” Dongha made sure to record Seongje's reaction, zooming in on his face, especially his mole under the eye.
“Fuck, he is gone,” Humin mocks him, but if Seongje is honest, he doesn't care.
The only thing that matters to him right now is the cock ripping his insides and blinding his brain with a thick fog of pleasure.
“Move. I am not doing anything.”
“Cruel,” Seongje whines. Baekjin gripped his hair, throwing his head back on his shoulder when he spoke again, “you were the one rubbing your cunt like a whore on my lap.”
“Please–Jin.”
“No. Fuck yourself or just stay there. You wanted it, not me.”
Everyone present in the car knows it is a lie, a big fat one.
Seongje's glassy eyes caught Dongha's cock out of his pants, and he wasn't jerking yet, but his free hand moved up and down while one hand held the phone that filmed every movement of him.
His mind filled with ecstasy, a small amount of drool coming from his side.
He started moving, slow at first, soaking up all the pleasure Baekjin's cock shot through his veins.
“Fuck, yeah.” Humin's hoarse voice was encouraging.
He watched Seongje's ass bouncing with every move, his vagina on display, and the splitting of his pussy as his best friend's cock was pushed into the base.
Fucking slut, he thought in his mind.
Humin was brimmed with lust, his fingers sliding up on Hyuntak's thighs and reaching between his lips.
Hyuntak's shorts were thin, barely hiding the thick folds peeking out when he pressed two fingers.
His boyfriend shifted as Seongje's loud moans filled the car. Dongha jerked off harder, recording his own cock before focusing on him getting fucked by Baekjin.
What a beautiful sight.
Hyuntak again stirred when he pressured his pussy.
He doesn't want to wake his Gogo up, but the need in his dick is spreading, and as Seongje's pace gets faster, it is blinding him.
Baekjin of course noticed it, and gave a smirk to Humin who returned it. And in the next second, Humin's palm met with Seongje's ass.
Dongha recorded the bouncing movement of Seongje's soft ass due to the slap.
It brings out another whine from Seongje's lips, and Baekjin finally decides to take the matter into his own hands.
He clutched Seongje's waist, giving it a harsh squeeze. It brings the younger one to tears.
“You just need a cock to live, huh?” And then he thrust with his full strength, and if not for the support given by his hands, Seongje would have crashed his face on the seatback of Seongmok.
“Yes yes yes–fuck yes!” Seongje blabbers.
It was loud enough to wake Hyuntak from the haze of sleep. He felt something between his legs.
Humin took his chance, pinching the clit that was poking out.
“What the fuck—!?” Hyuntak jumped at the sudden pain. He glared at Humin's hand and shoved it away before the scene settled in his eyes.
Yeah.
They are at it again.
Dongha was almost at the edge, and Seongmok gave him the tissue which he gratefully took.
Hyuntak was sitting closest to Baekjin, and the filthy sound of wetness and skin slapping sunk into his ears. Seongje looked almost gone, his mind broken while Baekjin pounded him.
He kept lifting him like he was a doll made of cotton.
“Gogo..” from his other side, Humin's whisper reached him.
“No.” He was firm with the denied request, shooting glares at Humin who looked close to pleading.
“You fucked me in the shower, I am still sore.”
“Please? Baekjinnie is fucking him so good.”
“Jerk off or something, not my headache,” he suddenly yanked from where he was sitting and then firmly pushed onto Humin's lap.
“Fucker, I said I am not–”
“Shh, look at Seongje. He is feeling so good,” he unconsciously altered his gaze to his friend.
“B-but,” there was no time for buts. Humin jerked his shorts down in one motion, exposing his abused cunt to everyone.
Baekjin let out a laugh at that.
“Can't control yourself for once, Humin?”
“He is a fucking beast and a pervert,” Hyuntak spat.
“We all are perverts,” the camera pointed at Hyuntak's body now. He felt a little shy as there were multiple sounds of photos clicking.
Humin pulled his dick out, spreading Hyuntak's so he could insert it inside more efficiently.
“Baku, you will pay–agh!”
It was already inside, too thick and large. Dongha almost spilled when Hyuntak cried at the size piercing his walls.
“Humin, too much.”
“Fucking bear it.” There was no softness when he started pushing it in and out.
Hyuntak tried to shove his boyfriend's dick out of his pussy, not because he didn't want it, but the reason was how sore it already was due to morning sex.
“Put it in his ass if he is complaining this much,” Hyuntak's body shook with a thrust, the moving car helping Humin to push in more deeply.
“Yeah? Should I?” Humin asked him with a stupid grin.
“Pieces of shit, both of you.” He heard laughter only before Humin started ramming in.
Seongje, on the other hand, was going insane, arching, drooling, and eyes gone up. He had cum twice while Baekjin drove into him restlessly. Every grind on his spot shook him badly.
He believes Hyuntak is getting fucked beside him too, judged by the curses thrown at Humin and loud moans.
It fuels something sick in him, to be so close with his best friend while getting fucked together.
And getting filmed.
He broke.
The consuming pleasure running all over his body unravels as he milks Baekjin's cock more. The squirt hits the seat in front of him, a red, swollen pussy gushing out more transparent liquid.
“Fucking ruined my car,” Seongmok grumbled. Dongha finished with one more twist of his hands, wiping the cum with the tissue.
The recording went on.
Baekjin buried his own release inside him, penetrating through his cervix in the last sloppy movement.
Humin and the others had no problem slamming harder into Hyuntak's sensitive pussy, whispering filthy words in his ears while Dongha caught every glare and wetness slipping out of Hyuntak's vagina.
“J-just finish already, you demon.” Humin bites his earlobes, making him clench on his length more tightly.
“Seongje is staring at you.”
“He is a dumb whore himself,” Hyuntak throws back, not meeting anyone's eyes while his guts are being rearranged.
The ride went on. Normal.
Inside, Hyuntak is all spent and sleeping again. There is a cotton cloth Humin is cleaning him with, and Seongje is curled up in Baekjin's lap like a kicked puppy.
Baekjin cradles him like one.