Study group

Story about my sweet friend juni and his study group!

Juni’s bedroom smelled like vanilla candles and the faint sweet trace of whatever body spray he’d doused himself in thirty minutes before the others arrived. The tiny 18-year-old had chosen the shortest pair of cut-off denim shorts possible—frayed edges barely covering the bottom curve of his ass—and a cropped white tank so thin it was basically tissue paper. Every time he moved, the hem rode up to expose the smooth dip of his lower back and the black lace band of his thong.
The “study group” was already doomed the second Vukasin walked through the door.
The tall Serbian boy had to duck slightly under the frame. Long black hair pulled into a loose, messy half-bun, dark brows permanently furrowed, jaw clenched like he was personally offended by the concept of fun. He dropped his backpack on the floor with a thud that said I’m only here because the grade matters, then immediately folded his arms across his broad chest and glared at the scene in front of him.
Rai sauntered in thirty seconds later, silver chain glinting against his collarbone, hoodie unzipped to show off the tight black tee underneath, jeans slung low enough that the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers peeked out. He looked around Juni’s pastel-pink room like he’d just stepped into a fever dream, smirked, and dropped onto the bed without asking.
“So,” Rai drawled, stretching long legs out, “who’s actually planning to open a textbook?”Juni giggled—high and breathy—and spun around from where he’d been pretending to organise coloured pens on his desk. The motion made the hem of his shorts ride up another dangerous inch.
“I was thinking we could… warm up first?” he said, voice syrup-sweet. He walked over to Vukasin, deliberately slow, hips swaying like he was on a runway instead of stained carpet. “You look so tense, Vuka. All that studying makes you so stiff.”
Vukasin’s jaw ticked. “Sit down. We have three days to finish this presentation.”
Juni pouted, but instead of retreating he stepped even closer—close enough that Vukasin could smell the vanilla on his skin and see the faint outline of his nipples through the thin tank.
Rai laughed low in his throat. “Jesus, Juni. You’re not even subtle anymore.”
“I don’t have to be,” Juni answered without looking away from Vukasin’s face. “Everyone already knows I’m a slut. Might as well lean in.”
Something flickered behind Vukasin’s dark eyes—anger, maybe, or hunger he refused to name. He swallowed hard. “Back up.”
Juni didn’t.
Instead he reached up, fingers brushing the front of Vukasin’s hoodie, tugging lightly at the zipper. “Make me.”
The room went very quiet except for the soft click of Rai’s chain against his chest as he shifted, watching like he’d just bought front-row tickets.
Vukasin’s hand shot out—fast—grabbing Juni’s slender wrist. Hard enough to bruise. Hard enough that Juni gasped, pretty mouth falling open, pupils blowing wide.
“You think this is cute?” Vukasin’s voice was low, dangerous. “You think you can just—”
Juni didn’t let him finish. He pushed up on tiptoes and kissed him.
It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, messy, all teeth and needy little whimpers. Vukasin froze for half a second—long enough for Rai to mutter “fuckin’ finally”—and then something in him snapped.
He kissed back like he was punishing Juni for existing. One huge hand wrapped around the back of Juni’s neck, the other sliding down to grip his ass through the denim, fingers digging into soft flesh. He lifted Juni like he weighed nothing, walked three steps, and slammed him against the wall beside the desk.
Juni moaned loud enough that it echoed.
Rai was already kicking off his shoes, grinning like a wolf. “You two gonna keep dry-humping or can the rest of us play?” Vukasin watched for a long moment, breathing hard, then finally—finally—shoved his hoodie off and yanked his shirt over his head. The sight of his long, lean torso, the faint trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans, made Juni’s knees buckle.
Rai caught him, held him up, kept fucking him open with slow, filthy strokes.
Vukasin stepped closer again. He grabbed Juni’s chin, forced his head back. “Open.”
Juni did—immediately, tongue out, eyes glassy.
Vukasin spat into his mouth.
Juni swallowed with a broken little sound.
Then Vukasin was undoing his belt, long fingers moving with shaking urgency. When he finally pulled himself out—thick, heavy, already dripping—Juni made a starving noise.
Rai pulled his fingers free, slick and glistening, and smeared them across Juni’s lips. “Gonna take both of us, baby?”
Juni nodded frantically. “Please—fuck—please—”
They didn’t go slow.
Vukasin lifted him again, thighs hooked over his forearms, and sank in with one long, brutal thrust. Juni cried out—sharp, wrecked—head falling back against Rai’s shoulder.
Rai didn’t wait long. He slicked himself with lube from Juni’s bedside drawer (of course he had some within arm’s reach), lined up, and pushed in alongside Vukasin. The stretch was obscene. Juni sobbed, nails digging into Vukasin’s shoulders, body shaking violently between them.
“Too much?” Vukasin rasped, voice rough.
Juni shook his head so hard his hair flew. “Don’t—don’t stop—need it—”
They found a rhythm—brutal, unforgiving. Every thrust shoved Juni forward onto the other cock, every withdrawal dragged him back. He was loud—shamelessly loud—moaning and begging and babbling nonsense.
Rai bit down on the side of his neck, leaving a dark bruise. Vukasin fucked him deeper, harder, until Juni’s cock was leaking steadily against his own stomach, untouched.
“Gonna come,” Juni gasped, voice cracking. “Gonna—fuck—gonna—”
“Do it,” Vukasin snarled. “Come on our cocks like the slut you are.”
That did it.
Juni came with a broken scream, untouched, spilling between their bodies in messy pulses. His hole clenched so hard it dragged both of them over the edge almost immediately after.
Vukasin came first—deep, grinding in as far as he could go, groaning low against Juni’s throat. Rai followed seconds later, hips stuttering, filling him up until it leaked out around them.
They stayed like that for a long minute—panting, sweat-slick, tangled together—until Juni finally whimpered, overstimulated and shaky. Rai kissed the side of his sweaty temple. “Good boy.”
Vukasin—still buried inside—pressed his forehead to Juni’s and muttered something in Serbian that sounded suspiciously soft.
Eventually they pulled out—slow, careful—and Juni immediately collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap, legs still trembling, cum leaking down his thighs.
Rai flopped down beside him, grinning lazily. “So… we doing this presentation tomorrow or…?”
Juni laughed—breathless, fucked-out. “We can… we can try…”
Vukasin just sighed, long and suffering, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
He reached over and tugged the blanket up over Juni’s naked body—almost tender.
“Sleep,” he ordered, voice gruff.
Juni smiled sleepily, already drifting. “Yes sir.”
Rai snorted. “We’re never finishing this project.”
No one argued.