Compersian

Y/N had always wanted to be in a pack. 

She had never thought much about it, but it was just something that she knew she wanted. Something that, when they learned about them in school, she was bummed they were recognized as a necessity of the past and no longer an evolutionary requirement. Y/N remembered, even in her school-aged days, thinking about how nice it would be to just have a group of people to cuddle, kiss, and love. She always had so much love to give in her heart, barely able to bottle it sometimes -- it felt like it would be too much for one person. 

And sometimes it was. She could be clingy and needy, but she knew people didn't like that, so she reeled it in the best she could. Alpha partners she's had in the past always praised her for her independence, so she thought that's what they wanted from her. To not need the constant scenting and the cuddling, even if a knotting didn't precede it. Y/N would like to come home and curl in someone's lap and scent them until they melt into each other in such a way that you wouldn't be able to tell where she ended and they began. She would like to nest with their clothes outside of her heat without it being weird. She'd want to be a little whiny and have them placate her with kisses and coos about how she's cute. 

With omegas, that was easier. Y/N had casually dated a couple of omegas before, but they always ended up breaking things off, usually when the other person realized how much they missed being knotted. Which. . .well, that sucked. Especially because with omegas, constant scenting and snuggling were sort of a given; finding comfort in each other and understanding the hormonal shifts and instinctual needs was nice. Y/N didn't feel like she was as much of a bother with omegas as she felt like she could be with alphas, if she expressed all that she wanted all of the time. 

Beta partners were somewhere in the middle for her. They were always very sweet and calming, but she was still too worried about being too much that she almost accidentally always made it seem like she didn't like them at all. It was frustrating, because most of the time she liked them too much, which was precisely why she was trying to be "normal". Y/N had only two long-ish term relationships with betas, and both times it didn't work out, Y/N couldn't help but feel like she was the problem.

It was a heavy load on her shoulders, though. To be in a pack would be so nice; if there was something she couldn't give to one person, it'd be quite easy for them to find it in another without her feelings getting hurt. And if there was something she needed, she'd have a couple of avenues to obtain it without making someone else uncomfortable having to put up with her. Sometimes she thought maybe she was being selfish, wanting to have her cake and eat it too, but it was just a fantasy is all. A maladaptive daydream that got her through hard times. 

And then she met Felix. 

Felix used to just be the sweet, omega customer who always seemed to come around when she was the manager on duty at work, and they were drowning. He smelled so sweet, all the time, free of his scent patch and with a pretty smile on his mouth. He ordered the same strawberry smoothie and raspberry muffin every time he came in during the morning rush. Y/N, no matter how overwhelmed and busy they were, always made time to ask how his day was and drew his name with a silly little cat on the plastic cup. She warmed his muffin too, just because, and he'd always wish her well in a very deep voice that rarely matched his appearance. 

That's all he'd been for a while -- just her favorite pretty customer that she liked to daydream about. Y/N thinks it'd be fun to date Felix, because he wears pretty clothes and he's sweet, and whenever she asks what his plans were for the day, it always seemed like something fun. In a couple of her daydreams, she would ask him what he was doing after she got off shift, and he would say he's free, then Y/N would suggest something super casual like staring longingly into each other's eyes during a walk in the park. And then he'd fall in love with her, ask her to be his girlfriend, and they'd scent and cuddle and melt into one being or something, she doesn't know -- it was just another fantasy. 

But then one day, she's literally having the worst shift ever. One of her coworkers was on vacation, and the other called in because her cat ate a hair tie and needed to go to the vet. Which left Y/N alone to deal with the morning rush, and of course, it was a Monday, so every person in the city decided they needed coffee from this shop in particular. It didn't help that they were in the business district, which is good for business, but bad for break times if you wanted one. So her feet were aching, her upper back hurt, she reeked of the espresso she accidentally got all over her apron, and she burned her hand on the oven when she was warming a sandwich. It didn't help that she'd not slept much the night before, and her weird situationship had officially called it off randomly at 4 AM because he met a cute omega who was really into scenting and cuddling and needed him the way he wanted to be needed (which Y/N could have done too, if she wasn't so busy trying to not be herself and seem nonchalant, but he was sort of a dick anyway). 

Really, it was a bad day all around. When the morning rush had finally settled, and Y/N was holding her face in her hands with her elbows resting on the counter -- the doorbell chimed again. She hadn't even bothered looking up while she attempted to steel herself before she took a deep breath, so she didn't cry as soon as someone gave her their complicated coffee order. 

But then a deep, but caring and soft voice said, "Y/N? Are you okay?" 

She looked up to see Felix, but he wasn't alone. To his left was another man who looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine page and into her cafe. His hair was ginger at the time, but she could tell it was dyed and mussy atop his head in a fashionable way. Y/N hated that she was meeting Felix's hot, sexy alpha friend when she probably looked seconds away from morphing into a coffee bean, but she still mustered her best smile. 

"Oh, hi Felix," she cleared her throat, then willed her voice not to wobble, "Um, it's just been sort of a horrible shift so far." And Felix, who always smells like jasmine and the wind in spring, oozes the most comforting scent. It took her a second to realize he was doing it to calm her down -- she realized she probably must stink, with how stressed she was, but he didn't even wrinkle his nose when he walked in. His friend was looking at her with a small, empathetic pout, but he had a patch on his neck that covered his scent entirely. His glasses slid to the tip of his nose, but he pressed them back up, "Hi, Felix's friend. What would you guys like to drink?" 

Felix placed a hand on the man's shoulder, squeezing a little, "Why don't you come sit down, hm?"

"Oh, but I should really clean out the machine since there's some downtime," she motioned toward the back, "I'm the only one here, so --" 

"Just for a little?" 

So Y/N did sit with them. She found out that the guy with Felix is named Jeongin, and actually, they were dating. It was a blow that snuffed out every daydream Y/N had about dating Felix and skipping along their omega merry way -- like a cigarette under the toe of a boot. She sort of wanted to cry about it, but she thinks that was more so a product of the day she'd been having, and this just piled on top of it. Honestly, she always knew she didn't stand a chance with Felix; he was out of her league and too good to be true. There was no way it would have surpassed fantasy status. 

However, when Y/N asked him when he and Jeongin met and how long they'd been together, he said, "Oh, for a while now -- like, 7 or 8 years? That's when we started the pack at least." 

She paused, blinked at them a couple of times as the sentence processed in her brain. 

"You're a part of a pack?" She repeated, and Felix nodded, grinning. 

Felix spoke with his hands a lot, but he grabbed his phone like he meant to show her a photo of them all. "I know it's not super common anymore, but yeah -- I think packs get a lot of flak for being some old age, primal arrangement, but it's actually super fulfilling and really lovely, so --" 

"Yongbokkie," Jeongin spoke -- he didn't speak a lot, but from what he had said, Y/N thought his voice was pretty. She knew that he hadn't grown up in Seoul, though, and his slight lisp was really cute, "You're making her cry." 

And Y/N felt bad, that when Felix looked up, her eyes were filled with tears. His face warped into that of pure distress as Y/N shook her head, covering her face, "No! No, I'm okay, I'm sorry," her voice warbled, "You're in a pack? That's so amazing! I think that's so beautiful, I've always wanted to be in one myself, haha, they should be more common?" 

The sound of a chair scooting against the floor was loud, scraping an echo that bounced off the sides of her skull. Her head hurt that day, too, she remembered, and her stomach grumbled at the same time as everything else. She just wanted to crawl into her nest and bury herself in blankets until the day washed away. It was all so embarrassing; Felix probably should have grabbed Jeongin's hand and run the hell out of there before she could do anything else humiliating. 

But he doesn't. Instead, he plopped down in the chair beside her and drew her into a hug. It was the sort of hug that you give a friend you've known for a long time, not your barista that you're familiar with, but Y/N melted into it all the same. He smelled so good, and his hand was delicate and gentle against the back of her neck, where he petted her carefully. He squeezed her, "When's the last time you ate, Sweetheart?" 

She sniffled, her voice muffled against his chest, "I -- um. . .Well, I had half a bagel around 6, but then I dropped the rest on the way here." 

Y/N could hear the pout in Felix's voice, "That was 6 hours ago, and not nearly enough," he clicked his tongue, "I bet you haven't been drinking any water either. Innie used to work in a cafe, so he knows how to use the little oven, yeah? He's flipping the sign to ‘closed’, and he's going to warm you something. You need a proper break." 

If that was what it was even remotely like to be in a pack, Y/N understood the appeal even more than she had before. Felix wiped away her tears and spoke to her gently, and Jeongin did somehow work very diligently in warming her one of their sandwiches. They were very nice to her, and after she ate something and took a few pain pills from Jeongin's stash in his bag ("They tease me about being a walking pharmacy, but everyone's really grateful when they need something."), she felt a lot better. 

"Thank you," she remembered saying before they left, "I really appreciate all of this so much, and I'm so humiliated I kind of want to espresso myself." 

Felix squeezed her thigh, still pumping out all these comforting pheromones to set her back at ease, "Don't worry about any of it," he told her, "I'll be back tomorrow for my usual, okay?" 

After that, Felix would either come by himself or bring a different packmate each time, slowly introducing Y/N to all of them. She wasn't sure what he was doing apart from just going on mini dates with his boyfriends. It did sort of seem like he was plotting something, but she couldn't put a finger on what and couldn't explain why it felt that way, so she ignored it. All of his packmates were very sweet, and if they were able to talk for a couple of minutes, she understood why Felix loved them all so much. They were funny and silly, and all of them were so pretty it was almost annoying. 

He had introduced her to everyone but Chan, who Y/N understood to be the pack alpha. The opportunity to meet him came in an invitation; one afternoon, Felix told Y/N they were having their first barbecue of the summer season the following Saturday and that she was welcome to come. 

Y/N had felt a little hesitant at first. "Would that be okay?" She remembered asking, twisting the strings of her apron around her index and middle fingers. Felix had come alone again to propose this. If she didn't know any better, then she'd think he'd done it for her benefit, so that she wouldn't feel pressured by two people staring at her waiting for an answer. But that would be giving herself a little too much self-importance, she thought, probably. Hell, what if they don't even know that he was inviting her? Felix probably just saw her as this sad little stray on the side of the road with no pack and no prospects, and wanted to feed her -- get her out of the storm, fluff her up, then take her to a shelter. "Like. . .to come to your home? That's okay?" 

Felix tilted his head, "Of course," he replied, "Why wouldn't it be?" 

She remembered shrugging, "I -- oh, I don't know. I just thought pack houses were sacred or something." 

He scrunched his nose, "Yeah, it might have been sacred before Jisung's hole-y underwear entered it," he giggled, "We want you there! Everyone likes you, you know? And I'd love to hang out with you for longer than a lunch break or a chat in between you making lattes. If you're interested, at least." 

Of course Y/N was interested! She had tried to map out what their house looked like 1000 times, so to actually get the offer -- she would've been stupid to turn it down. 

So she agreed, and she went, and she meant Chan the first time and just about drooled. She'd never met a pack alpha before, and even in the first couple of minutes, she understood why he was. Could see why they all trusted him wholeheartedly, why they chose him as their leader. He smells good, like the sort of breeze you only smell when you're close to the ocean. He's not super tall, but his presence alone makes it feel like he's looming over them at 10 feet. And he walked like his knot was fat too, so like. . .yeah, Y/N was a little bewitched. 

Plus, he was nice. He was soft when he spoke to her and gentle. His hair was soft and pretty, long like Felix's at the time. He was mostly tied up with grilling when she was there, but she saw him interact with his pack members throughout the night. How he acted cute for them, how he would sort of whine and bleat for attention every so often. It was fun to see that he wasn't some intense, silent, brooding presence. 

They were really welcoming. Felix stayed by her side that whole night, and Minho silently piled her plate with plenty of food (and Y/N thought it was cute how his ears went red when she went back for seconds of the kimchi-jjigae and told them how delicious it was). She shared a relatively big piece of meat with Felix and tried the pepper that Hyunjin offered right off his kabob skewer (she found out very early how much Hyunjin loved omegas, and how willing he was to share anything and everything). Changbin praised her for eating so well, then went on a spiel about protein and carbs and some fitness stuff that went right over her head, and Jeongin called her noona right away, hiding behind her in the pool when Changbin and Jisung were chasing after him, splashing. Jisung pouted when she was braiding shells into Felix's hair (he had a whole pack of them), until she gave him a tiny braid with a shell close to the front of his head. Seungmin was silly, and they locked eyes when he was cheating in whatever water game they were playing, so he put a finger up to his lips, and Y/N nodded, agreeing not to say anything. 

And toward the end of the night, when the sun was starting to set, and Chan was dripping water from his hair, he plopped down in the spot beside her on the edge of the pool. "Felix has told us loadssss about you," he told her, and Y/N was practicing an absurd amount of self-restraint not to look at his bare chest, "I'm sorry I was never able to make it to the cafe and meet you properly. Everyone kept saying how nice you were, though, so I'm glad you could come today." 

"Oh, that's -- yes! Thank you for having me," she motioned around, "Your home is really beautiful. And the food was very good, I don't think I've eaten this well since I moved out." 

Chan chuckled, and it was warm, and bright, and wow -- was a requirement to be in the pack to have pretty, plush lips or what? "Well, you're welcome to come over any time you want. It's good to have a little estrogen in this house now and then," he waved his hand at all of the men in the pool, splashing around, "It's sort of a cock fest." 

Y/N laughed, and at the sound of it, Felix came swimming over underwater, appearing suddenly at her feet, "What's so funny?" He asks, eyes still closed but tilted in her direction. His small hand grabs her calf and squeezes. Jisung comes too, on his orange slice floaty, bouncing off the edge of the pool. 

"Yeah, you haven't laughed like that for me all night, and I know for a fact I'm funnier than Channie." 

Chan's response was to jump into the pool and take Jisung with him, splashing into the water, and Y/N squealed a little with Felix, who twisted to look up at her from the pool. His hands gripped the edge, and his chin rested on the side of it. They'd been in the sun all day, so his freckles were even more prominent than they usually are, blinking up with her with a gaze so big and brown she understood every meme she'd seen about people having boba eyes. 

"You're having fun?" He inquired, smiling up at her, and even if she wasn't, she would have lied. But thankfully, there had been no need to -- Y/N was having a lot of fun, actually. 

"Yes," she agreed, "A lot! I think I'll probably sleep really well tonight." 

Felix grinned even wider, pressed his face into her damp calf, and held her ankle, "Yay," he cheered, "You'll have to come over all of the time then." 

And he really meant it. Felix invited her to everything, and then, when the others got her number, they started inviting her places too. It's how she ended up in Osaka with Jisung, in this whole, huge predicament where he started his heat during a convention (they both watched the same show, and Minho, who would have gone with him, had already agreed to house sit for a relative, so he couldn't). Y/N had smelled it on him as soon as he peeled his scent patch off the first day. He had been fussing, whining, had one single shirt that Y/N recognized as Felix's (but now she wasn't sure because they all share their clothes), and she had realized that was his nest. 

(Y/N remembered being pretty nervous, because she'd never helped someone through a heat before, especially someone who was mated. Honestly, she didn't even know if she was allowed in his "nest" at first, until she'd very gently, tentatively said, "Jisungie? Can I put some cold cloths on your head?" and he grumbled, kicking his feet, saying, "Why aren't you in here cuddling me? Do you hate me? If you do just say it!") 

After that, Y/N thinks she'd solidified her spot as a permanent friend. She'd only had Jisung alone for a day before Chan and Hyunjin got there, and he was still early enough in his heat that he didn't need her to get him off or anything. But she'd been prepared to help in all ways that she could. They were all very grateful to her for looking after him, and when being in such close quarters with another omega in heat, inevitably threw her into hers a couple of weeks early -- well, they told her to let them know if she needed anything. 

Y/N had kept it a secret, how hard her heats were. She wasn't in the business of being a burden or a bother, especially when she knew they were all so busy. The last thing any of them needed was some random, unmated omega complaining about how horrible it was to go through her heat alone. How her cramps were debilitating, enough to have her doubled over and unable to move for hours. How her fevers reached such high temperatures that it was getting borderline dangerous, if she didn't sit in a cool bath to try and bring it down. How she wouldn't be able to get out of bed, trembling even to grab the water and protein bars she placed on her nightstand for easy access. How, no matter how many times she rode her knotting dildo, or used a vibrator, or even just her hand, it was never satisfying and nowhere near enough to satiate her desires. 

It sucked, but she was used to it at that point. Her heats had always been horrible, starting from her very first, so she went to the doctor's regularly for check-ups. So there was a clear history of when they started getting worse, the longer she went unmated, with only a few dips in severity if she was in a relationship. Even then, no matter omega or alpha or beta, Y/N's heats were intense. Being knotted and/or scented by one person just didn't cut it. 

So when her doctor said she should try one with a pack. . .well, it made sense. It all made so much sense, even though it was scary, and exciting, and nerve-racking. Maybe it was something written down to the very sequence of codes that made her DNA. Perhaps that's why she'd always wanted to be in a pack so badly, not just a want, but actually a need of some kind. She needed a pack. Her body needed it, her mind needed it. 

But there weren't just hundreds of packs looking to add someone on a rainy day. And as soon as her doctor had suggested it, Felix's face popped into her head immediately. Felix and his sweet smile, in their big nesting room that he'd shown her once while taking her through the house on a tour. The big, nice nest, with all his mates, and all of them welcoming her inside of it, and scenting her, and holding her, and... her eyes did tear up some, yeah. Could you blame her? That seemed so nice! There was no way she could ask, though. . .no way she could impose that on all of them. She would just need to stick it out like she always did, suffer through it, and come out on the other end hopefully. 

The days come and go, and the threat of her heat is making her stomach turn all the time. It would be a bad one, she could sense it already, and it was when a violent set of cramps tore her from bed one morning that she decided that she needed to call. It would be nice to at least see. And if they said no, then she wouldn't spend the whole time wondering if it could have happened. She knew, though, that she couldn't call Felix, because Felix would say yes in an instant -- he wouldn't even really think about it, and probably wouldn't consider how anyone else felt on the matter. She needed to ask the person she knew would look at it from an objective view. . .one that would see the whole picture, rather than just seeing their friend in pain. 

So she called Chan. She stumbled through the request, and she waited very patiently for him to discuss it with his pack mates. She'd prepared herself, with an aching belly, to hear something along the lines of 'We're sorry, but that just doesn't really work for us, we only accept pack members mating cycles and adding you would kind of be a bother', pacing back and forth, gnawing at her bottom lip, pulling at her upper one, feeling her eyes bead with tears on and off. Y/N was scared. She really didn't know what she would do if they said no. 

"We discussed it, and yeah, you can spend it with us." 

And wow! How exciting! Y/N packed with such a skip in her step, her cramps didn't even matter anymore. She'd get to go over, and they'd treat her like a pack member, probably, at least a little bit, and even if she couldn't go into the nesting room, she would be happy just to be around all of their scents. Maybe they'd let her nest in the guest room or something. Or maybe Felix's room? He'd sent her a message that night promising her that he would take care of her no matter what during her heat. That he'd already called off work, so there would always be someone in the house regardless. She was nervous, because these were her friends and they were about to see her in not her best state, but still excited. Y/N knew they'd take care of her well, whether they wanted to be intimate with her or not. 

All of that led her here. She was snuggled into Jeongin's side with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. His glasses were at the tip of his nose while he scrolled through his socials, and she could tell he was pumping out more of his scent for her. Felix and Hyunjin had both left the nest -- Hyunjin to shower, she thinks, and Felix to eat? Or maybe he was showering too. She isn't sure -- they'd been showering together the last few days, so she didn't know if he was planning on keeping that up or not. Y/N would understand if he wanted to get clean, though; she'd had them in bed all morning. She'd lost track of how many times they'd made her cum, how much slick she'd gotten on them, how much she sweated. Hyunjin was sweaty too, almost like he was in heat, but she knew that his baseline was pretty sweaty (and he still always smells so good, which is unfair). 

Her waves of heat are very irregular, and they always have been. Her peaks and valleys were all over the place, and she thinks everything is a little more hectic, considering she's being taken care of so well. She doesn't feel as out of her mind as she usually does, though, but on the first official day, she is never really as foggy. Her second day is when her brain is more full of cotton. 

Right now, she is good, though. Jeongin is nice to be pressed against, and he didn't seem to mind that she was probably hot to the touch. Did she smell good to him? She worried that she wouldn't. Y/N actually didn't know what everyone thought about her scent, since she'd been so preoccupied with theirs. Like right now, she's worried about her own, but she's absolutely drowning in Jeongin's. It's like when she worked at a bakery a couple of years ago, how it used to smell in the mornings when the bread would come out of the oven. She liked working mornings for that reason (and because evening time is when the boss liked to work. At the time, she didn't know, but soon figured out he was using the bakery as a cover-up for a whole drug thing. . .it was sort of crazy.). 

She absently pawed at his shirt, and he understood what she wanted. Silently, he raised the hem of it, and Y/N scooted down his body. It was nice, getting up under their shirts. It's something she's always done with the people she felt safest with. She tried once with a boyfriend three years ago, and he sort of made fun of her for it, so she hadn't tried again since. None of Felix's pack made her feel weird about it. Honestly, they sort of encouraged it, especially when it made her purr. 

Jeongin giggles when she does start to purr, unbeknownst to her at first. She can't make herself purr; they just happen when she's at her most content, so sometimes she doesn't even realize it. His belly is nice -- it's a little softer than it usually is, which Y/N likes. The softest bellies are the nicest for her head, so she'd been willing them with her brain waves to eat a lot and not worry about working out or anything. At least not doing crunches. 

The moment is fleeting, however, when the door clicks open, and Minho's scent fills the room. It wasn't bad by any stretch -- Y/N loves Minho's scent. Being cuddled with him is like snuggling your nose into a pile of fresh, warm laundry straight out of the dryer. Honestly, he might have her favorite scent in the whole house, and he lets her breathe him in as much as she wants, pumps it out in waves, lets her get drunk off of it. He always sort of lets her, which is nice. 

When she first met them, Minho was always kind, but she felt like he might not have liked her for a while. At least it's what she thought until one day, she came over to see Felix, who hadn't actually gotten home yet. Minho was the one who answered the door and offered for her to wait in his room, or -- "You could sit out here with me instead. When's the last time you've eaten?" With a furrowed brow, he inquired. Y/N thought his brow was furrowed because he was irritated with her, but she found out weeks later (from Felix) that she'd looked a little flushed and pretty exhausted. Coincidentally, her heat had been a week and a half prior, and she was still recuperating from it. He could smell that she wasn't doing well from kilometers away. 

So she sat in the kitchen while he warmed her a meal on the stove and chopped up some extra veggies (which she only later realized were her favorites -- how he knew what they were, she couldn't tell you). He made sure she drank two glasses of water and ate all of her food, which she did graciously. Once she was finished, he took her back to the living room and held out his arm, "Bokkie says you like to cuddle." He doesn't ask it like a question or really say anything else. And Y/N is burrowed in his side just a moment later, nuzzling close. It was the closest she'd been with any of them besides Felix, and the most time she'd spent alone. She even fell asleep before waking up hours later in Felix's room, with him playing games in bed beside her. 

"You smell like Minho hyung," he told her, tossing the game in favor of rolling over and wrapping his arm around her, "S'good. Isn't he good at cuddling?" 

So, yeah, Y/N loves his scent. It's why she notices the smallest twinge in it, something that's not necessarily irritation but something close. Disappointment? That makes her stomach twist. 

"What is this I'm hearing about you refusing the avocado?" He bent down, his knees off the mattress to still respect her nest, and her head was revealed from beneath Jeongin's shirt, "Hm? Didn't I tell you to eat everything on your plate?" 

"Hyung, be nice," Jeongin coos, petting the top of her head, "She's never liked avocado." 

Y/N's vision is a little hazy, and so is her brain, but she can feel herself pouting up at Minho. He looks pretty -- he always does. His face is soft, even though he's a little upset with her; his eyes give away that he couldn't be too mad. 

"Well, this is news to me," Minho replied, "Considering she always eats it when I put it on her plate in any form: sliced, mashed, mixed with lime juice and chopped onion. . ." 

"Because she doesn't want to disappoint you," Jeongin explained, and Y/N wondered how he knew -- had she ever told him before? Everyone seems to know much more about her than she thought they did. "You and Binnie hyung praise her so much when her plate is clean, she eats even the parts she doesn't like, for you." Jeongin is not one for skinship, they told her once, but he's always been accepting whenever she wants it. Y/N thinks he just puts on an act for everyone else because he likes the chase of it. But right now, his fingers feel good on her scalp, and he has her fit in the cradle of his legs perfectly. 

Minho huffs, "My baby could never disappoint me," he grumbled, "Let me in." 

Y/N nods before she feels Minho crawl into the nest as well. He strokes his wrist against hers where it rested on the bed, before tipping his nose against her sweaty nape, "Sorry," she musters up, "I'm sorry." 

"Shh, I'm not mad," he murmurs, letting his tongue lull against her salty skin, and Y/N shivers, "I'll find an alternative then. When's the last time you were knotted?" 

Jeongin answered for her, "Two hours ago? Hyunjin did, but Lix had just stuffed her full when I'd gotten here." 

Minho clicks his tongue before his hands find her hips and his fingers press deep dents into her flesh, "I can smell that you need it again," he tells her, "You've been slicking all over the nest with Innie, haven't you? Did our baby alpha get you all worked up?" 

Her whole body flushes with heat, almost like Minho had just reminded her how badly she needed it. In an instant, she feels too empty -- nothing in her mouth, nothing in her pussy, nothing in her bum. How horrible is that? When she can feel the swell and press of Jeongin's cock against her tummy, especially with Minho stretched across her back, pushing her down? It's miserable. She needs it so badly. So, so, so badly. 

A whine leaves her throat, her hips wriggling uselessly, but Minho's heavy on top of her. His knees are on either side of her, just like his arms, so he's caging her in; she feels safe and warm beneath him. Even safer and warmer pressed up against Jeongin, and his prick that she hadn't noticed was hard. Had it been hard this whole time, or did this just happen? She doesn't know. She needs it. Has she said that out loud yet? Words are just too hard right now, though. 

"My sweet kitty," Minho presses plush kisses from her nape to her ear, pulling the top between his teeth and nipping playfully, "You're supposed to ask for what you want, hm? Or do you just want Innie to know?" He nips again, and Y/N tries to swallow the drool that's threatening to dribble from her mouth, "Stupid Alpha, doesn't he know he's supposed to read your mind?" 

Jeongin whines now, "Heyyyyy. We were doing just fine!" Minho uses one hand to squeeze around Jeongin's hip, his thumb finding the dip where the muscle leads down to his dick, swollen in his briefs. He's sensitive there; his hips jolt forward, but he continued his complaint, "I was letting her sleep. She needs rest." 

"She needs a knot," Minho counters, "Don't you, kitty? Need this stupid alpha to fill up this tight little pussy?" 

Y/N rubs her face into Jeongin's belly, pushing her nose into his belly button, "Not. . .stupid," she forces her mouth to move, "Innie isn't stupid." 

"Yeah," Jeongin pets the top of her head, "Don't let hyung turn you evil like he did the others." 

Minho scoffs, and she thinks he must bite Jeongin's hand because the youngest alpha squawks and jerks his hand away from her head, "She's just too sweet, little heat drunk thing. Now lift your hips, stupid alpha, and get your knot out." 

Jeongin lifts his hips, managing the weight of both her and Minho on top of him. His cock nearly slapped against his belly, but her body is in the way, so it slaps against her neck a little, touching her chin. Y/N breathes out a sigh, her mouth finding his prick instantly like a magnet had led her there. Jeongin moans when she sponges wet, drooling kisses all over the shaft, on the head, sliding her tongue into his slit. Precum oozes around the tip of her tongue, her eyes fluttering closed while the taste of him fills her mouth. He moans, high and pretty, while his hand finds the top of her head again. His fingers thread in her hair, close to the root. 

"That's it," Minho's hands slip down her back. They still feel cool against her heated skin, palms skating along either side of her spine. Y/N pushes back against him, his zipper digging into her bum, and the hard press of his cock makes her moan. Minho isn't as big as an alpha, but he's still a handful, a mouthful; something that feels good when it's in or around her at any capacity. She kisses along Jeongin's shaft, down to the starting swell of a knot. Felix had whispered to her once that when an omega in the pack is in heat, all of the alphas are practically pre-swollen, their body always prepared to knot at least once. When he shared this tidbit with Y/N, she thought he'd just been bragging about how lucky he was. She'd brag too, if that was what she got during her heat. 

She did not expect it to mean her heat as well. Hyunjin was already swollen when he'd peeled off his briefs, but she'd attributed that to him being a sucker for omegas. It was a little more suspicious with two alphas already having their knots swell preemptively, but Jeongin is still only 2ish years out of presentation, and their bodies are still quite sensitive to pheromones, especially heat. She'd overheard Changbin, though, when they thought she was asleep under Seungmin's shirt, that the base of his dick was sore and sensitive. Even Chan had been readjusting himself more, and he's typically pretty polite about doing that.

So maybe it's just any omega in heat? She isn't sure, really. Y/N doesn't have many alpha friends outside of this pack, and they had never discussed the intricacies of their knot during a packmate's heat. How was she supposed to know? All she knew right now was that she was warm, and she took Jeongin down as close to the root as she could, choking around him. It made him groan, his legs twitching up and around her -- "Fuck," he cries out, tugging at her head to pull her back where Y/N drools all over his shaft, his balls, coughing a little before sucking in a sharp breath. Her eyes sting, and she is about to dip down and get him back in her mouth, but Minho stops her. 

"C'mon, honey, Innie can't handle that," he murmurs, sliding his arm over the front of her shoulders and tugging her up to his chest, "He'll try to pop his knot in your mouth." Y/N whines, shivering as Minho ushers her forward and all but drops her on his cock. Twin moans lift in the air when her messy slit meets Jeongin's shaft. His hips buck forward, slipping between her folds, and Minho is still holding onto her tightly, but now he's a bit lower. She felt him reach down with one hand to touch her, his fingers slipping between her lips and spreading her open. Jeongin moans, and it gets louder when Minho grips his cock. Y/N could only imagine that he grabbed it a little tightly, as he tilted it up so that the tip was lined up with her hole. 

He guides them like two dolls he was pushing together. Minho presses her down and keeps Jeongin's cock still until she feels the head stretch her hole out. Y/N sighs out the further she sinks on him, her walls mold around him, shaping to his prick. Her heart is racing, thundering in her chest, while one hand rests against his belly, the other grips Minho's arm wrapped around her waist. 

"There you go," he hums, "My two little kitties." 

Y/N likes it when Minho takes ownership of her in any way. She likes being his anything, and even if it's pretend, it makes her feel like she's in the pack. Not just some outsider that they're letting stay, so she doesn't get hospitalized due to her heat. Once she's seated, he lets his fingers dance all around her again, on her sides, up her arms, squeezing around her shoulders, and then running his thumb against her scent gland. Her scent gets more potent, filling the room further while Minho's nose is pressing against the opposite end of her throat, breathing it in from her other gland. Jeongin's big hands find her hips, his fingers dig into the flesh, and he plants his feet on either side. 

He starts to bounce her with an ease that she'd never really experienced before. If Minho wasn't holding onto her, she definitely would have fallen forward. Y/N mewls, her head lulling back -- it felt really good, to be stretched like this, and filled up. He hits the swollen, spongy bump inside of her with every buck of his hips; the sound of their skin slapping is loud. There was not a lot of buildup, but she really didn't need it. Her thighs squeeze his hips tightly, and Minho grabs one of her breasts, kneading it. 

"Does that feel good, Aegi?" Minho asks, and Y/N isn't sure who he's asking, but both she and Jeongin make pathetic sounds. He chuckles, clicking his tongue, "Yeah? Alpha, are you g'na knot her?" 

"Yes," Jeongin's face is flushed, and strands of his hair press messy against his face. His mouth is red and spit slicked, hanging open, and Y/N can see the sharp point of canines meant to bite and mark, and she shivers from how badly she needs it. That's all she wants, actually, is to be bit, and marked, and claimed by them. She couldn't ask for that, but she wanted to. Sometimes it's for the best that her mouth doesn't always move when she wants to speak like this. That would be embarrassing, really, even though she knew they might understand it was her heat talking. 

But her hand moves before she can really think about it, because while her mouth is useless, her fingers aren't. And they trail up his tummy, over his chest, along his throat until she is at his chin. Jeongin didn't say anything, lips still parted for her as she slid her finger inside and touched his tooth with the tip of her index. It's pointy, shiny -- it nearly pierces her skin from how much pressure she tries to put on it. 

One of Jeongin's hands leaves her hips and grabs her wrist. He pulls her hand away so that she doesn't actually injure herself, but stays close enough that she's still touching his mouth. He pushes kisses into her palm, dragging the edge of his teeth against the meat of it, "What is it, hm?" Jeongin asks, "You want me to bite you?" 

"Ahhh, this is fun," Minho hums from behind her, "She's awfully bite-y herself, I didn't know it went both ways. You want Alpha to bite you, huh? Mark you up? Make you his?" Y/N trembles all over, and when Jeongin playfully nips at her thumb, she cums before she even realizes it's happening. It's rapid little squeezes, and tons of slick oozing out of her, all over his cock, slipping over his knot, and down against his balls. Jeongin's eyes flutter, rolling back, while Minho curses beneath his breath, a soft, "Fuck." 

Y/N is surprised she's being held together -- she thinks Minho is the one holding her together -- but any sense of keeping her body lifted is completely gone. She's slumping in Minho's hold, enough that he carefully guides her down to press her front to Jeongin's. 

"God, hyung, her pussy is so messy," Jeongin pushes his nose into the top of her head, rolling his hips in a way that starts fitting his knot inside of her, "She's perfect, s'like -- wow, fuck -- I --" 

Minho chuckles, his hands on her hips, rubbing soothing circles like he knows where they're sore, "Yeah, I had a feeling you'd like pussy. Y/N's the first one you've tried, hm?" Jeongin hums his assent, and Y/N's brain feels like it's melting from her ears. She swallows hard, thickly, her eyes squeezing closed as another orgasm starts to build. Each tug of his knot against her hole is making her feel crazy, and the wet sound of her pussy is echoing through her ears and making her a little embarrassed, "It'll be the first time a lot of you have felt it." 

The noise that leaves her is a moan and a squeal when Jeongin's knot finally slips inside of her. Then he's grinding her down against him, with the help of Minho, and rubs her swollen clit against his pelvis. Heat boils over in her belly as she starts to squeeze around his knot, milking it when he starts to cum, hot white streaks painting up her walls. His fingers dug into her deep, and he held on so tightly she wondered if he would leave marks behind. Y/N hoped it would; she didn't mind. It felt good with him so deep inside of her, like she could feel him in her belly. And to be surrounded by all of the scents of the pack, to have Minho pressed against her back and Jeongin against her front. She feels loved and cared for, and it makes her cum again; somehow, she shakes through it. 

Minho pets her back, and she thinks Jeongin is stroking her head. Y/N feels satiated and scent drunk and so pleased beyond words. Her face is stuffed into Jeongin's throat still, breathing him in, warm bread so delicious she could eat him. Her belly growls softly, and both of them giggle a little. 

Then she feels Minho again, against her bum, and she whines when he takes it away. 

"Want --" she struggles out, reaching blindly for him, "Min--Minnie, I want -- in my mouth." 

Minho leans in and kisses her spine, "Lovely little omega, you just want to take care of everyone, don't you? Won't be satisfied until everyone's satisfied." 

She warbles a sound, but Minho crawls on his knees up to her head. When Y/N turns her head, her eyes light up at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking, already pulled from his pants. "You'll have to share with Innie-ah, my aegi." 

"Yes," she nods like it was obvious, "Yes, oh, yes, I will." 

Jeongin, who usually protests anything and everything (for the love of the game, Y/N thinks, because he always ends up doing it anyway -- he was a brat comparable to Seungmin almost, he just somehow avoids the title), merely opens his mouth the same way she does. Tongues outstretched and wet, Minho slides his hard, drippy cock right between them. Neither is very passive, though he does shallowly roll his hips. Y/N is licking wet kisses against the shaft, going toward the head, and Jeongin finds his balls and sucks them into his mouth. They're coating him in spit and moaning like they're the ones getting licked. Minho tastes too good -- he always tastes so good. When he lets her cock warm him, that's all she can think about, is how good he tastes (if she can think at all, that is). 

It doesn't take him long to cum. He pets both of their heads and murmurs something about how sweet she is, and how sweet Jeongin can be "once an omega has softened him up around his knot". They had taken turns on what end they'd been licking and sucking, so Y/N had been pressing her nose deep against his balls and inhaling the sweet scent of Minho. But since it's her heat, he grips the hair at the back of her head and guides her back to the tip, "You can have it, yeah? You hungry?" He says, voice tight, before he pops the head back into her mouth and starts emptying on her tongue. There's a lot of it, filling up her mouth, and Y/N wants to swallow it greedily because she's feeling greedy. 

But when she opens her eyes, she sees Jeongin's gaze, and Y/N feels like it was just as wanting as she felt. And, even though it's her treat for being in heat, she is nothing if not magnanimous, so she leans in and presses her mouth to Jeongin's. She pushes some of the cum into his mouth to share, and he moans against her, startled, his hips jerking into her and only reinforcing how locked they are together. Y/N swallows what was left in her mouth, then tilts up to look at Minho, parts her lips, and lets him see that there's nothing left. 

Minho curses under his breath, cradles her face, and strokes her face with the pad of his thumb, "God, you're so good," he murmurs, "I'm keeping you." 

Her eyes flutter, nuzzling into his palm. She'd be okay with being kept. Like a little pet, she'd let them keep her. They could chain her up in the nesting room and just come use her when they wanted. Keep her fed and bathed, they'd pet her and keep her full, and she could bark or meow or whatever they want. Y/N would like that so much. How does she ask them for that? 

She isn't sure how long they were stuck together. All she knew was that Jeongin was scenting her thoroughly, his hands moving up and down her body, squeezing and pinching and pulling at her. Minho giggled while watching them, murmured things about his sweet kittens, how cute it was seeing them like this, saying how he'd wished he'd had a picture of this so he could remember it. 

When the knot finally loosens, Jeongin pours out of her. Minho's fingers trail through it, and she can hear him lick them sloppily, the taste of them mixed together. Jeongin makes a rumbling growl in his chest, and Minho clicks his tongue, "Ah aht." There's a slapping sound behind her -- he must get Jeongin's thigh with the flat of his palm, "Don't you growl at me, baby alpha. I'll let you have some." Jeongin whines when he uses both hands now, gets more of his cum on his fingers before offering some to Jeongin and some to Y/N. 

"Okay," he murmurs, "Y/N, we need to get you in the bath." Y/N knows better than to grumble and growl after hearing Jeongin get scolded, but that didn't stop her from pouting. Especially when Minho carefully pries her off of Jeongin's body, shushing her when she does whine a little bit. "I know, kitty, we'll get you back in the nest and scent you real well." 

The door opens after a perfunctory knock, and Y/N lazily lulls her head to find Jisung pressing his face through the crack, "Jagi," he whines, "You started without me." 

"Would you want to wait during your heat? Actually, I think you'd tear us up if we tried to make you." He helps Y/N stand on trembling legs, more of Jeongin's cum slipping out of her, making the insides of her thigh all sticky -- and probably Felix and Hyunjin's too. Jisung makes an affronted noise in his throat but still takes a step inside, "Come help me with her bath. Then we can scent her again. Jeonginnie, call Bin, and he'll help you change out the nest." 

Jeongin grunts from his spot, his eyes closed. 

"Is it okay if Jisung helps wash you up?" Minho asks, "Or do you just want it to be me?" 

It takes her a second to sift through her thoughts, but she decides she doesn't mind, "That's okay," she tells him as he guides her the rest of the way. 

He kicks the toilet seat up and plops her down on it, "Go ahead and pee, your first pack heat can't lead to a UTI. We've got appearances to uphold." 

"So weird," Jisung murmured to himself, but he was leaning over the tub to get the water started.

They fill it up with bubbles and oils, the water steaming before she steps inside of it. The tub is quite big, and the water sloshes around as she sinks into it, letting the heat of it soak deep into her muscles. Minho hikes his shorts up a little further than they were, stepping inside with her but sitting on the edge and grabbing for a new loofa. He rips the tag off, dunks it in the water, "I'm going to clean you up, kitty, okay? But if it's too much, tell me. Jisung is going to tell us about his day and grab stuff for me as I need it." 

It's nice, actually. Typically, during her heat, Y/N has to just stay and wallow in her own stink and filth. She tried her best to wash up when she could, but it was difficult when she could barely stand. But Minho is carefully scrubbing her, which is good -- she knows she'll feel better once she has. Part of her still aches at the fact that she's losing a day's worth of scenting. He's careful around her glands, but for some reason, it doesn't help as much as it probably should. Unlike the pack members who, no matter how many times they scrub, would have the scent of their pack mates interwoven in every single skin cell -- Y/N doesn't have that. She was just an intruder, really, mooching off their kindness. Using up their resources, taking up space, making it difficult for them to continue their day-to-day life without having to take care of her. 

She goes from content to all around achy very quickly. Her scent must give her away, because Minho stops mid-scoop of water to pour over her sudsy body. Jisung notices too, frowning, "What's wrong? Is the water not good?" 

Y/N shakes her head, "Sorry," is all she says, "I'm sorry. I'm -- this is a lot of work. . .for me, and I'm not. . .I'm not even a part of your --" 

"Enough," Minho cuts her off before she could say anymore, then takes his wrist and rubs it against the side of her neck. He reaches for Jisung's hand as well, stretching him across the tub and ignoring his little, startled yelp as he strokes it against her throat, "Don't say such silly things. Cleaning you rubbed off our scent, so it's making you think stupid thoughts." She melts almost instantaneously -- Minho is really good at this. She guesses you'd have to be good at this when you've got 3 other omegas and yourself to manage. Y/N shivers, then leans back between Minho's legs. She gets his clothes all soaked, but he doesn't seem to care, instead handing the loofa to Jisung to finish her front. "We'll get you all scented up as soon as we're done, okay?" 

Y/N's head is tilted back to look up at him. When she nods, he smiles, then slides his hands down her shoulders. He keeps talking casually, as he strokes her, "Bin's going to want to jump you as soon as you get out," he explains, "But you need to eat a little, hydrate, and rest. He'll probably stay by to cuddle, though. Jisung will too." 

"Yes," he smiles dopily at her as he scrubs her calves, "I've been thinking about it all day. Can't believe I had to work while Jinnie and Felix got you all to themselves! So unfair," he pouts his mouth, and Y/N giggles softly, a little amused huff, "They're both passed out on the couch right now -- you really wore them out, hm?" 

That feels so far away, being snuggled between them. Had that really been today? She feels like it must have been yesterday or something, but she knows her frame of time is all screwed up. When Jisung brushes past her hand in the water, Y/N catches him and laces their fingers together. He giggles, pulling their wet hands out of the water together to show off, "You want to hold hands? We can hold hands all night." 

"Channie comes home soon," Minho mentions softly, the pad of his thumbs digging into her nape, "He's going to pretend he's being chill, but he probably wants this more than he even realizes. Just because he's the pack alpha, though, doesn't mean you have to do anything with him if you're tired, okay, kitty? That goes for everyone, but I think your heat brain is convinced that Chan's a different type of pack alpha than he is. He's patient, and he's kind, and he's very, very nervous because he hasn't dealt with an unmated omega in a very long time, so all of this is on your terms, okay?" He grabs her chin and tilts her up to look at him again, so they can lock eyes, "Just wanted to remind you." 

"Yes," she agrees, "Okay." 

Once she's out of the tub, she brushes her teeth, but that's all the strength that she's able to muster. Y/N is led back to the bed where the bottom pads and sheets had been changed to dry ones, but the nest itself seems relatively untouched. Changbin, whom Y/N had not seen all day, is waiting patiently with one arm behind his head and his hand holding his phone. He's lying off to the side of the mattress because he doesn't have permission yet, and it makes her bristle. What good alphas they have in this pack. 

Y/N crawls into the nest, "Hi," she greets him, before nuzzling her face into the pillows beside her head, "Thank you." 

Changbin smiles, "Of course," he says, "You smell good. Did the terrible twosome clean you up well?" 

Y/N hums, and it takes her a second, but she does eventually reply, "Yes," before rolling over to her back. The shirt she wears -- she's unsure who the owner is. It smells like all of them a little bit, maybe leaning more toward Hyunjin. It rucks up around her thighs. "Come in, please." 

Changbin doesn't have to be told twice. He clambers in, and Y/N is almost immediately engulfed in big arms that tug her close. He doesn't make any move to touch her, but he does nuzzle the top of her head, "Ahh, I've been wanting to do this all day!" 

Jisung makes an affronted noise, and Y/N huffs again, another amused sound before peeking her eyes out from beneath Changbin's arms, "You too, please." 

Minho swats his ass before he all but dives in, and he's lacing his arms around her waist, hugging and holding her there. Before he leaves, Minho tilts his head toward the door, "I'll send Seungmin in here too. I can smell him lingering." He pointed at both of them, "Let her rest a little. I'm going to warm up some soup -- make her drink water. No bickering over her head." 

"I have no problem not bickering so long as he doesn't open his mouth," Jisung mumbled into Y/N's belly, the words muffled and vibrating. 

Changbin scoffs, "You can't go 5 minutes without picking a fight. It's okay, me and Y/N will just kick you out of the nest." 

"What makes you think she'd take your side?" 

"I'll kick you both out of the nest." Minho cut them off as he headed toward the door, "I'll be back." 

Y/N closed her eyes and breathed in deep. 

Having a pack is nice, even if it isn't her own. 

. . .

Jisung

For the record, changbin keeps putting his foot in my face and I am being VERY BRAVE and PATIENT not yelling at him so that y/n can sleep

Changbin

🦶🏻

Jeongin

Not right now

I'm trying to recoup

Jisung

everyone tell me how good I am for not letting him kick me out of the nest with his childish antics

Changbin

he woke y/n up to make her say she was on his side btw

Jisung

NO I DID NOT !!!

SHE WAS ALREADY AWAKE

MINHO SHE WAS ALREADY AWAKE

NEVER MIND the nest he's trying to get me kicked out of the HOUSE 

Chan

How is she doing? Is she okay?

I'll be home soon. I just have a few more things to get done

Does anyone need anything at the store? 

Also, if you're in the nest with her, where are Jinnie and Lix? 

Jeongin

Hyung. . .

pudding please 

Minho won't share 

Changbin

I'll tell u everyone's whereabouts I know you want to know

Jin and Bbokki are passed out on the couch 

Jeongin is in his room but i can tell he wants to come back

Minho warmed her up some soup and is now taking a shower 

Seungmin is also in the nest being suspiciously well behaved, but I think it's because he was pacing outside the door so now he's happier.

Jisung is at the bottom of the nest, right in the way of my feet 

he called y/n slick NyQuil btw 

Jisung

snitch

im not saying it tastes like nyquil!!! it has NyQuil-like properties 

I can hear Hyunjin and Yongbokkie snoring from in here 

and jeongin's fighting sleep so he doesn't ruin his schedule for tonight but when Minho checked on him he was falling asleep with his phone in his hand

Changbin

And Y/N is safe in my arms 🫶🏻💪🏻

Chan

lol good, I'm glad to hear it

I'll be home soon

Love you 

The lake shimmered beneath a setting sun behind your back, with a small beach and a volleyball net ready for children's play.

Your hand tightened on the suitcase that rolled behind you at a snail's pace, while you tensed your shoulders from the heavy backpack.

Cabin number three appeared on the horizon, its number elegantly bending and curving like the sweetest reward. You had been dreaming of nothing but jumping into the quick shower to wash away the sweat from your burnt skin.

After a minute, you took the first steps onto the little porch and opened the front door. Woody fragrance immediately hit your nostrils, seeping into your marrow with the heavy warmth. Stepping further in, you looked around at the walls and simple, creamy furniture. The small table in the living room, the soft rug, a rather large sofa…

The sofa…

Oh.

"Oh my god!" you screamed, immediately covering your eyes. "I'm, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to–" walk in on you having a make-out session?

Right on the sofa lay two women. Your roommates for the next month, most probably. One with her breasts fully spilling past the gently slipped top, legs wrapped around someone's head. Fluffy, white, nuzzled into the woman's pussy, pushing soft, crying moans from her throat.

Both of them quickly turned your way, yet none felt as mortified as you.

"Apologies, sweets. We forgot ourselves," one of them said, and you soon heard the quiet rustle of clothes. A few snickers and laughs, then she added, "You can open your eyes now."

With even more sizzling warmth, you looked shyly at the two women standing right in the middle of the living room.

Beautiful.

Yet even such a word was too simple to capture their true beauty. Something else needed to be said.

Something about one woman's long, raven hair, falling softly to curl below her breasts. Of the lavender, cat-like eyes that curled up, and her plush, cherry lips, gently smudged with lipstick. Of her threaded-gold skin, seemingly smooched by the sun's kisses.

Oh, she was utterly breathtaking. And when your eyes fell down her heavy breaths and thick thighs wrapped by nothing but flimsy shorts, something in your heart panged.

Moving your look at her friend, a soft "Oh" slipped in shyness.

She looked so much different. Taller, leaner, with muscles bulging under her pale arms. Smaller breasts wrapped by a simple top, long legs dressed in loose bermuda shorts, brushed her knees. Almost unnaturally white hair curled at the end of her neck, falling rather messily, shaggy, right over the soft forehead.

Crystal-pale eyes looked at you with a hint of cheekiness, lips curled into a rather sly smile.

And then, there was… you. Sweating, panting, with a speeding heart and something else, something foreign, bubbling in your lower belly. Spreading a sort of eerie, yet unknown warmth all over your body, till you felt it dripping from the fingertips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… here."

The slightly shorter girl giggled, pushing a lock of dark hair back behind her ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's our fault. We thought we would finish quicker."

"That you would finish quicker." Her friend added, with a sly smile dancing on her handsome face.

Because that was the most accurate way to describe her. Handsome.

Beautiful seemed too plain to describe someone as ethereal. Someone who rather reminded you of the modern goddess, with her thick thighs spilling from the tight–

"I'm Suguru, by the way," she brought your thoughts back, although noticed a warm face peeking at her legs. "And that's Satoru."

You mumbled your name with a slightly hoarse voice.

"That's pretty," Satoru said, tilting her head slightly. "So you're also a camp counsellor. First time?"

You nodded, feeling the hellish heat still dancing behind your eyelids. Your fingers curled tighter around the suitcase handle as you cleared your throat.

"Yeah. I have summer break at university and thought about earning a few pennies."

Suguru hummed, nodding her head. "It's so fun, truly! It's our third time here. Other camp counsellors are also super nice-"

"I wouldn't exactly call Sukuna nice," Satoru added, walking your way slowly and grabbing the suitcase. "Let me show you our room, hm?"

Our sounded almost threatening. You knew there was no chance of a separate room, yet seeing a little performance you accidentally walked into, you found sharing a room with two women at opposite ends of your exact type seemed dangerous.

With still heated cheeks, you nodded and allowed her to lead farther into the cozy cabin. Suguru followed you two, her bare feet softly peeling off the wooden floor.

"She is nice around pretty girls," Suguru laughed, seeing the cherry flush creeping up your neck. "But may also be quite harsh, that's true. Toji, on the other side-"

Satoru scoffed, pushing one of the doors. "Sweets you better stay away from Toji. Dumb as hell and yet all the camp counsellors always land in her sheets."

You bit down on lower lip, letting out a soft chuckle. Satoru's eyes glimmered as he looked over her shoulder before inviting you in with a smile.

The room was small yet rather cozy, with three single beds, a wardrobe, and a window looking directly out over the lake. You immediately noticed that their single beds were snuggled together, while yours stayed on the other side of the room.

Suguru followed your gaze before her soft fingers wrapped around your arm. "Oh, we usually like to cuddle. It's, hm, warmer, you know?"

An it's a fucking hell outside, and sweat drips through my butt cheeks; I almost slipped past your lips, yet you answered them with a simple nod.

Satoru hummed, her crystal eyes crashing with Suguru's lavender cheekiness. "I couldn't describe it better. Warm indeed. You can join us if you wish."

There was a moment of silence, stretching between the three of you like a silk thread. Almost invisible, thin, yet pulling your bodies towards each other, seeping into the thinness of your spines.

The world spun before your eyes, and bubbling warmth filled your belly. Your lips curled into a clumsy smile. Fingers tucked a lock of hair back behind a warm ear before you coughed shyly, "It's okay. I'm quite fine by myself."

Satoru hummed, eyeing your face.

The heaviness of her gaze settled on your chest, and Suguru's sweet, slightly musky sweat wrapped around your senses.

Satoru leaned against the doorframe as she clicked her tongue, then draped her arm over Suguru's shoulders. "The bathroom's over there. Take a quick shower and join us in ten minutes. The kids will be here soon, buzzing around like a swarm of ants, so get ready."

You nodded before seeing them out further into the house. After a few muffled giggles and Suguru's, "She's so pretty, isn't she?" followed by Satoru's hum, the cabin's door closed.

Leaving you sweating and panting, with a sticky mess seeping through the drenched panties.

Oh, the next month will be nothing but pure hell.

You sighed, grabbed fresh shorts from your suitcase, and snatched the red, tight, camp staff top from your bed before stepping into the cold shower. The icy water ran down your spine like the glacial waves of heavy snow. Only a freezing shower could truly reset your senses, washing away the scorching heat that coursed through your veins.

With still slightly wet hair, and sunglasses high in your nose, you left the house.

The main cabin for all the camp counsellors' meetings lay in the middle of the lush plain. Sunlight caressed your skin with gentle kisses, and birds chirped high in the forest trees, caging the campsite in their tight clutches.

As you approached the main cabin, faint laughter and shushing sounds surrounded you. The sense that most of the counsellors already knew each other felt like a prickling sensation on your skin, and so you took a deep breath.

The house was a bit bigger, with the door wide open as if inviting you in. Voices merged into a chaotic splash of cheer, making you even more nervous. Biting your lower lip, you lingered a few seconds in front of the low steps, fingers fiddling with the hem of your tight shirt, sweat beading at the back of your neck.

One step after another, you walked up the porch, stress already eating you alive, when-

"Auch," you hissed, bumping into someone's big body. "I'm sorry."

Yet when you raised your eyes, your voice suddenly got sucked into your throat.

A woman stood there. Another, utterly beautiful, yet with a sly smirk playing on her cut lips and her emerald eyes slightly squinted. She seemed oh-so-much more muscular than Satoru and Suguru, with heavy breasts hidden tightly beneath her counsellor's shirt and beefy arms slick with glistening sweat.

The heat again hit your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and took a step to the side.

"Sorry for standing at the entrance."

She chuckled, her slightly raspy yet sweet voice kissing your ears.

"It's okay, sweetie." Her eyes fell to the camp staff sign printed in white on your red top, lingering a moment longer. To trace the skin of your breasts, shimmering with a gentle sheen of sweat beneath the feverish sun, before slowly drifting back to your eyes. "You're our new girl, right?"

Her voice dropped low on our part, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Though you longed for nothing more than to drown yourself in the nearby lake. 

"That must be me," you laughed awkwardly, pushing a hum past her lips. "Am I the only one who's new here?"

She looked over her shoulder, eyes falling on someone inside the cabin. "Well, it seems so. Not many students want to spend their holidays with a bunch of noisy kids. We've been hanging out together for the past few years. Getting our fun at night and keeping the brats clean during the day."

You laughed softly again, peeking inside the cabin too. You've caught a peek of Satoru's snowy hair and Suguru's hips straddling her thighs.

"I'm Toji, by the way," the woman said, stretching her hand.

Oh.

Toji.

The one Satoru told you to avoid at any cost.

Great.

You shook it, shyly stammering your name too. Her emerald eyes locked you in place; her slightly tilted head forced a few raven strands to fall loosely over her shoulder.

Although a few calluses coated her palm, it still felt smooth. Delicate, with long fingers brushing yours.

"I'm responsible for sports here," she said, pulling you a little closer. She leaned in to meet your gaze, then smiled cheekily. "Do you like sports, sweets?"

"Why?" fell softly, as you traced the beauty of her face. Your throat bobbed; fingers went slightly limp within her grasp. "Do you want to teach me?"

Only after the words fell from your lips did you realise how flirty they sounded. How silly yet cute you seemed, asking such a question – a clear and open invitation to sex.

"It depends on how good you are at cardio." Her giggle set your cheeks on fire, and, oh, she seemed to take so much pleasure in all your humiliating reactions. "Although I don't mind if you, hm, prefer to be on the more relaxed side. If you want, my cabin–"

Yet before she could finish, someone pulled you away from her grasp, hugging you to their soft side.

Soft, plush, slightly sticky, carrying a sweet, flowery fragrance, only then did you notice that your cheek was plastered against Suguru's soft breasts. With her boobs barely contained by the camp staff top, she held you in an almost protective, motherly hug, as if trying to guard you from danger. 

"You really have the audacity to go after the new girl," Satoru hissed, standing in front of you and Suguru. In a similarly protective manner, she crossed her muscular arms over her chest.

Toji rolled her eyes. "I don't see how that's your problem."

You felt dumbstruck, clammy, yet cosy, with your cheek pressed to Suguru's softness and her gentle hand brushing your hair.

"Are you okay, sweets?" She cooed, sweet breath hitting your cheeks.

You barely managed to nod, pulling yourself back slightly. Suguru was a little taller than you, so her lavender eyes looked down at your warm face with a tender gaze. Fingers tucked a few strands back behind your ear; thumbs brushed your cheeks.

"Oh, you're a bit warmish."

"No, i-it's okay," you gave her a weak smile, pulling yourself away from her touch. "I overheated myself a bit… I guess."

Satoru and Satoru and Toji were still bickering on the side, yet you gave them no mind. Not when Suguru was still watching your face so carefully, and a few other people were staring at your little performance from inside.

Only then did you notice that you were all standing in the small living room. Large doors led to the terrace, and a faint breeze from a weak fan barely cooled the faces of the other camp counsellors. They all sank onto brown sofas, sighing heavily as they watched Satoru and Toji.

A girl with long, blond hair muttered, "I hope they live on the other side of the camp."

"I hope they won't try to drown each other like last year." Added the only guy sitting in the living room.

With dark hair brushing his shoulders and tired, slightly purplish under-eyes.

"Well, Satoru sucks at swimming, so I don't know why she tried to challenge Toji."

Suguru shot her head towards the girl with a cigarette hanging off her lips, eyes throwing cold daggers. "She's not that bad."

The girl chuckled. Before she could light a cigarette, another woman snatched it from her lips and broke it in half.

"That's it. Can we please focus before the kids arrive?"

She stood in the middle of the living room, squinting at all the staff seated on the sofa. Blond locks fell down her spine, coiling into a long braid. Sunglasses rested on her head, a folder of documents waiting silently between her hands.

Her shirt was different from others, with a camp chief stretched on her breasts.

"Hi, I'm Nanami," she smiled, coming slowly towards you. "Sorry for all of this. Some of our camp counsellors still don't know how to behave."

Her blue eyes narrowed at Satoru and Toji, who were now entering the cabin. Toji sat on the sofa next to another muscular woman with pink hair, while Satoru wrapped her arms around your and Suguru's shoulders.

Nanami looked at the three of you with a smile dancing on her tired lips. "I see you already had a chance to meet your new roommates?"

You nodded, yet before any words could leave your lips, Satoru pulled you closer to her chest. Smaller than Suguru's, yet spreading a comforting mix of sweat and sweetness that made your mind go balmy.

"Of course, we're besties already, right?"

"Yeah," you murmured, feeling her blue eyes look down at your cheeks. Oogling the heat creeping up your cheeks and a shy nod that made her fingers dig deeper into your arm. "We a-are."

Oh, you were so fucked.

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You thought living with Satoru and Suguru would be manageable. That they would somehow control themselves around you.

That the camp you were working at for the past week wasn't just a yearly meeting made up of only hot women and one actually helpful guy, whose main devilish aim was to seduce you.

During the day, you all worked together with the children, organising a range of events, from swimming classes and archery to arts and crafts, even building bases in the woods, before the brats went off to rest, allowing all the staff to enjoy their time by the fireplace.

When you were taking the children to swimming class, Toji and Sukuna were already there. With muscular arms glistening in the sunlight, tight swimsuits barely covering their tits and nothing but cheeky shorts wrapped around their hips.

You couldn't keep track of how often they tried to pull you into the lake. You noticed their eyes linger on your body as you entered the water in a swimsuit. Fingers were gentle as Sukuna corrected your posture, softly saying, "good girl, like that, mhm, that's perfect." Her crimson eyes fixed on your slowly rising breasts, her hands beneath your back as you floated on the water, supported by her arms.

"You're a natural, baby. Doing so well for me."

And so, after the morning swimming classes – which were meant for children, not you – a cold shower was quite needed.

In the afternoon, when you joined archery with your assigned group of children, Satoru kept putting her hands on your hips. Pulling them toward her, with lips close to your ear, warm breath tingling across your skin like petal kisses, as she whispered instructions on how to draw a bow.

"You should feel it here," fingers pressing some spot on your back. "Mhm, that's good. Correct your stance. Push your hips a bit further back."

You took a deep breath, feeling her hips brushing against your ass.

"Shouldn't you look at childr–"

"They're fine. Let's focus on you, sweets."

Thus, after the archery class, a shower was needed too. Cold, like the glacier peaks of unfathomable mountains, as you tried to think about anything but Satoru's long fingers making circles on your hips.

During the arts and crafts with Suguru, oh dearest. She was always eager to sit behind you. With her heavy bust pressed against your back, cherry lips near your ear, chin resting on your shoulder.

"Press it a bit harder, sweets," she would mutter, wrapping your linked hands around the clay vase. "That's good. Now make gentle circles here. This way, we'll get a nice pattern, hm?"

But you couldn't focus on her words at all. Not when her sweetness heightened your fever, and gentle touch of skin made your mind whirl. Raven hair, always fragrant with the richest fruits, carried hints of peach, raspberry, and soft lavender, tumbling over your shoulder as she watched you from behind. Her lavender eyes followed your awkward effort to craft a vase from clay.

"You're doing great," she giggled, pushing a low chuckle past your lips.

"Am I? The ten-year-olds seem to be doing better than me."

Suguru shook her head, breast pressing to your back tighter. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'm quite good with my hands."

And as you might have guessed, the pottery class was also ending with a cold shower. The one that would finish with your soft moans echoing off the small bathroom, while one of your hands was pressed to your lips, another playing with your swollen clit. Smearing the stickiness all over your drenched pussy, thigh, feeling the desperate clenching of your walls as if in need to feel something longer, softer.

Something reminding you of Satoru's long, pale fingers and Suguru's strong pressure.

For the past week, you've felt as if the hormonal rush of our teenage years had hit you twice as hard. The horny sensation that seemed never to leave your body. The heat lingering in your cheeks and chest, constantly bubbling deep within your lower belly.

Living with Satoru and Suguru was a mix of a nightmare and every lesbian's dream. They fucked almost every night, with soft whispers and giggles filling your small bedroom, as if you weren't even there.

But they knew you were.

They knew because every night, Satoru whispered, "She looks so pretty when she sleeps," and your name, softly spoken by Suguru while she was climaxing, kept echoing in your ears.

Their pants and moans and cries, with the nasty squelch echoing off the wooden walls, when Suguru was eating Satoru's drenched pussy with wet smacks.

And as you lay with your back turned their way, facing the wall, you simply couldn't help but let your hand slowly fall between your thighs.

To push the muffled breaths into your pillow, while fingers rolled the plump clit. To allow yourself to get aroused, wretched, upon hearing their soft moans and cries. Suguru's fingers slipping deep inside Satoru's pussy. Satoru changing their positions, to press her drenched folds to Suguru's. Lips wrapping around her full breasts, tongue swirling around her nipple, as her hips moved.

The squelching friction of their cunts rolling against each other made your head spin. Your fingers rolled the clit harder, thighs clenched at the sheer thought of feeling their tongues, fingers, lips on your body.

Oh, you truly hoped they couldn't see your body writhing in the darkness of your shared room, with your bed neatly tucked into the dimmest corner. And thank fucking God.

Their climax always sounded lovely. Almost too sugary, with the softest moans slipping past their lips, when they both cummed in each other's wet, sweating embrace.

The room was filled with nothing but the smell of their arousal, pinching your spine as you let yourself cum too. Shyly, silently, as if you didn't want them to know how badly you wanted to join.

But your virgin mind was simply too… shy to ask. Horny? Oh, dearest, you've never felt as horny as you have over the past week. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to agree to Satoru's repeated offers to join your beds.

To allow Suguru wrap her arms around your waist, when she was slipping behind you in the kitchen.

Their touch set your body aflame, and most of the time you simply tried to wriggle yourself out of it.

And then, during one evening, you might have spilt a few intimate details about yourself, setting in motion a chain of consequences that would soon spin your whole world.

When all the camp counsellors met by the fireplace, with a light wine and food, simply enjoying spending your time together.

Yuki, Choso, Nanami, your two nasty swimming teachers, Shoko and even Utahime too. A sweet camp cook, who always left a few extra cookies for you on the side.

"Oh, you're a virgin?" Satoru was almost dumbfounded, and Suguru slightly smacked the back of her head.

"As if there's anything wrong with it!" She said, already a bit tipsy.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with it," Satoru hummed. "You just don't look like the type."

Oh, truly, because from your perspective, it couldn't be clearer that all their soft touches and whispers were driving you absolutely mad.

"Well, I'll take it as a compliment then. I never had a, you know. A chance," your tongue was already overly loose, yet mind too tipsy to stop the blabbering.

You didn't mean to reveal this secret. Not with all the women who were forcing you to act like a horny teenage boy.

But the atmosphere was sweet, Suguru placed soft circles on your lower back, and Satoru sat on the grass, leaning against your legs, as you sat on the thick log.

"Never had a boyfriend?"

Fire kissed her pale cheeks gently, casting a soft glow on the side of her face. Crystal eyes looked up, gazing at your plush lips twisting into an awkward smile.

"No, I've never had… a girlfriend," your eyes fell down your slippers, fingers tugging on the soft end of your hoodie. "I come from a small town, so it was difficult to find anyone."

Because all the other lesbians lived in secret, just waiting for a chance to leave for their studies, just as you did. Even at university, finding love still seemed quite difficult.

You weren't sure if the issue was yourself or just that you hadn't met a woman who would truly set your heart aflame.

Well, at least until now.

An awkward silence stretched among you all, and you groaned, feeling utter embarrassment that those new people knew about your little secret. Dearest heavens, you shouldn't drink with them again.

With head hanging between your shoulders, you stared down at Satoru’s cheeky face. Slightly curled lips, eyes shining wickedly, as Suguru squeezed your thigh.

"At least you'll be the one who survives if the killer gets us," Yuki suddenly chuckled, pushing a soft marshmallow into her mouth.

You furrowed, looking between all the other people who groaned. Choso shook his head, while Toji only sighed, taking another can of beer.

“What killer?” you asked, looking at Nanami.

The only reliable one, always mostly polite, acting in an almost gentlemanly way. She sighed and shook her head.

"Well, there's a story going on. About the guy who drowned here as a child because of the counsellors' negligence. He supposedly lives somewhere in these woods, killing the staff and campers," she said softly, yet the fire smouldering her cheeks gave her an eerie aura. The one washing cold shivers down your spine. Seeing your twisted face, Nanami chuckled. "Don't worry, it's just a fable. As you can see, we're all alive."

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling Satoru wriggle by your legs. Her head fell back on your knees, hair scattering around the milky forehead as she winked.

"Don't worry, sweets, I'll protect you."

Your eyes rolled, yet fingers clenched tighter on the log's edge.

"No, he's alive. I know it. And you should be happy you're a virgin, because virgins always survive in slashers," Yuki stuck out her tongue, tipsy head falling onto Choso's shoulder as she posed as dead.

Utahime, sitting on the ground in a similar way to Satoru and allowing Shoko to brush her hair, pinched Yuki's calf.

"Stop blabbering! You're scaring the shit out of me."

You chuckled, yet a sudden thought slipped into your mind. Your forehead visibly wrinkled, fingers tapped on the log, as Satoru looked at you from below.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" She asked, while Suguru tucked a lock of your hair behind the ear.

"Well," you started, tilting your head. "Virgins survive, but gays always die first. So if the killers come, most of us will be their first target."

Another thread of silence stretched between a few people seated around the bonfire. The evening was deep, slipping slowly into night. Moonlight crept through the thick trees, and the lake settled into a peaceful slumber, allowing a few frogs to sit on the warm stones and chirp like crickets among the bushes. Crickets sang a soft melody, mingling with the fire's gentle crackle.

Yuki furrowed her forehead, clearly thinking about your words.

"Oh, you may be right. So even if you are a virgin, you'll die anyway," she giggled, her head falling drunkenly down Choso's thighs.

He sighed, brushing away the blond locks of her cheeky face and covering her tighter with a blanket.

Nanami shook her head, slowly rising. "Well, fortunately, there's no killer and no one has to die. It's just an old fable to scare the children," she shot you a smile. "Let's use it tomorrow on all the naughty brats trying to slip out of the cabins past curfew, hm?"

With that being said, the evening has ended. With Choso taking Yuki on his back, Shoko wrapping her arm around Utahime's shaking shoulder, Toji and Sukuna going back to their own cabin, while Satoru took her sweet time before slowly rising.

Suguru's cheek pressed softly against your shoulder, her gentle breath brushing you, creating a warm, soothing mist of her sweet aura around you.

"Don't worry, we won't let you die a virgin," she giggled, nuzzling herself closer against your arm.

And back then, while allowing Satoru to help you stand up from a log and wrap her arm around your and Suguru's shoulders, you had no idea how prophetic her words would turn out to be.

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Another week passed before all the camp counsellors gathered again. This time, inside the warm cabin, as the rain and storm danced over the towering trees, the midnight sky lit up here and there, with a deep, rumbling sound carried through the air.

This time, Satoru and Suguru stayed in your cabin, as if hoping to enjoy a bit of time alone. You left the house gladly, without even looking over your shoulder, shaking off the sticky warmth creeping up your neck with a tremble.

And up to your surprise, Sukuna and Toji also decided to skip the meeting.

"I think they caught a cold after morning swimming class," Nanami waved her hand. "They'll be fine, don't worry."

You nodded, plumping down on the brown sofa.

The gentle flicker of warm lamps lit the small room as you allowed yourself to relax and grow tipsy in the company of other staff. With Nanami, as usual, nodding with a smile and sipping wine; Yuki blabbering about all the embarrassments from previous years; Choso adding a few snippets of his own; and Shoko and Utahime busy with themselves.

Shoko wrapping the girl's hair around her finger, a grey smoke wrapping around Utahime's squirming nose.

A honeyed warmth filled your body, with the red wine trickling down your throat. Fogging your mind in an utterly pleasurable, almost balmy way, a feeling dangerously close to everything that pinched your body on those nights. When Satoru's tongue worked on Suguru's pussy more deliciously than usual, with the raven-haired girl's moans kissing your ears.

"Hm, I think it's time to do a quick round," Nanami sighed, looking outside into the heavy, rainy night.

Before she could stand, you pressed a palm to her thighs, sitting her back down. "You should rest. I'll go, don't worry."

Her chestnut eyes held yours for a moment before she nodded in thanks and let you slip into the warm storm. With an umbrella over your head and a flashlight in hand, you set out on the last evening walk.

Checking whether the kids didn't try to leave their cabins or spend the night with their friends. Whether the sixteen-year-old didn't have a foolish idea of slipping into the nearby woods to get drunk on cheap beers they managed to slip into their backpacks – you've been there and done that too, after all – or whether all the lights were off.

The crystal droplets bounced gently off the umbrella, sinking into the drenched, muddy earth. You walked slowly, humming softly, allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh, woody smell.

"Oh!" you gasped, slipping on something. Muggy, moist, sticking to your already wet shoes. "Ew, what is–"

But when the soft light fell to the ground – your throat tightened. Your heart throbbed, as if something heavy were hitting it with a hammer weighing a ton. The raspy breath was muffled by the heavy pattering rain as you stared at the crimson liquid pooling beneath your feet.

Carrying a metallic fragrance that tickled your nose in most unpleasing manner.

Your hand trembled, letting the umbrella slip into the muggy pool, light falling sharply on the bloody trail that led you deeper into the forest.

You shouldn't go.

Of course you shouldn't.

But what if one of the children was attacked? What if they needed your help? A weak, reckless child who came upon something, someone treacherous, hiding deep within the murky woods.

There's a story going on…

A wave of shivers ran down your spine, breath again slipped in a shudder.

"Fuck," you muttered, brushing droplets from your forehead with the back of your hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Rain drenched your skin, hair stuck to cheeks, as you slowly walked into the woods. Following the crimson trail that seeped deep into the mud, mingling with the rain and dirt, yet still letting you see the faint traces of the shining, burgundy droplets.

The trees seemed to draw closer, as if wishing to trap you inside. Lock you within the crooked branches, wrapping your hair around their petal leaves.

The faint traces of blood marked moist earth, before something else appeared.

Something black and silky, and soon you noticed it was the hair. Dark locks sticking to the pale skin, falling over the pale cheeks and slashed lips.

Toji.

And right next to her, a sprawled body with long, pink hair wrapping around the creamy skin, covering half of the crimson-stained face, so similar in colour to Sukuna's beautiful eyes.

A sharp cry fell past your lips. Your hand pressed to your lips as a thought of a murderer still being somewhere around quickly flashed through your mind.

How is it possible that no one heard the screams? Could the rain truly be that heavy, muffling the cries of your friends? After spending two weeks together in close company – friends, could they be?

You wished to touch them. To see where the blood was coming from. Whether it was still possible to save them.

But instead, with feet slipping on the sloppy mix of mud and blood, you ran back towards the camp. Specifically, your cabin, as you rumbled through the door and locked it tight behind you.

Drenched, terrified, with shaking hands and shuddered breath, you ran through the little hallway before storming into your bedroom.

"They're dead!" you cried, yet a second later a soft, "Oh" quickly joined.

You forgot why Satoru and Suguru stayed back. Why exactly you decided to leave the cabin.

As both of them were now sprawled naked on their connected beds, Suguru's thighs wide open, head slightly lolling to the side, fingers buried in Satoru's hair.

Satoru lying between Suguru's thick thighs, pushing them even wider, to lap through the drenched, swollen folds of her glistening pussy.

She looked over her shoulder with cheeks smeared in Suguru's cum, shooting you a sly smile. "Hi sweetie. What did you say?"

The familiar warmth started bubbling in your belly. Mixing with a dread, a shaken soul, a heart that wished to race out of the ribcage. The picture of Toji's and Sukuna's dead bodies merged with a full view of Suguru's sweet, dripping pussy.

Oh, you were a horrible person.

Horrible, horrible, horrible.

Egotistic and wicked and blinded by the horniness that was building up within your body for the past few weeks.

Both women stared at you with slightly tilted heads. The room was thick with their sweat and breath, a fog that clung to the windows, smooching them with creamy kisses.

"I want you to fuck me," slipped suddenly. "Both of you."

Satoru's lips fell open, crystal eyes slightly bulging. Suguru raised her eyebrows before she cleared her throat. "Sweetheart, did anything happen?"

But you didn't answer.

No, instead your shirt fell to the floor with a wet splash. Short followed soon after, before you finally took off the bra, allowing your soft breasts to spill past the lost cups.

You didn't know where the sudden confidence came from, yet the conversation from a week earlier hit you like a hammer. If you were meant to die anyway, there was no way in hell you would die a virgin.

So you joined them on the bed on all fours. Slowly drawing closer to Suguru's wicked, lavender eyes, before stopping right in front of her face.

The beauty unmatched, kissed by a thousand divine goddesses. With lips in a pout, bewitching gaze squinting into a kitty-like shape, as you placed a hand on her delicate cheek. Gliding your thumb over her lower lip, savouring the cosy warmth radiating from her sun-kissed skin.

"What are you waiting for?" She whispered, kissing your finger softly.

With a shuddering, deep breath, you pressed yourself against her. Her sweet lips and moaning puffs drew you closer. Her tongue met yours, teeth clashed, and saliva dripped down your chin from the messy kisses filling the foggy room.

Satoru hummed, and before you could turn her way, strong fingers wrapped around your ankles. Quickly pulling you away from Suguru's lips, turning you on your back, only to put you back into the same position. With thighs pressed to your chest, glistening pussy wide open for Satoru's beastly maw.

"Don't mind me," she giggled, lowering herself down to take a deep, groany smell of your cunt. "I'm going to make out with her."

Suguru sat beside you, looking down at your shocked, already dizzy face. With hair scattered across the pillow and slightly lidded eyes, she slipped her hand to brush your breasts.

"Hm, do you want to try too?" She asked, rolling your perked nipple between her fingers.

"Try wh–ah!" A cry fell past your lips when Satoru fully pressed her tongue to your pussy.

A feeling... impossible to describe. Nothing could ever match your poor attempt to pleasure yourself with those pitiful fingers of yours. The numerous toys you kept tightly hidden beneath your bed – vibrators that never satisfied, warming lubricants that yearned to mimic the true heat of Satoru's delicate tongue.

She hummed, sending trembles deep into your pussy and pushing another cry past your throat. Suguru giggled, drawing closer to peck your cheek.

"Do you want to eat me out?" she whispered, peppering your fallen lips with kisses. "I'm already so wet for you, sweetheart. Can I sit on your face?"

Oh, you dreamed only of feeling her thighs wrap around your cheeks. Feel her warmth close to your face, and you nodded. Her lips curled into a cheeky smile before she lowered herself over your face. Hands gripping the bed's wooden frame, cushy thighs brushing your cheeks.

"Stick out your tongue, sweetheart," she said, seeing you obediently do so. With sparkles of awe shining in your eyes as you looked at the woman hovering right over your face. "Mmm, such a good girl. Now, be gentle, ahh."

The moment her pussy met your tongue, something beneath your belly burst. She tasted simply like skin, with a slightly musky scent of sweat, yet your eyes rolled back at the sweetness spilling over your tongue. The sheer fact that you could finally taste her made your head spin, fingers clenching on her thighs to pull her closer.

Satoru chuckled, sucking on your clit softly. Licking, slurping, kissing the softness of your drenched pussy the same way you did it with Suguru's. One of her long, pale fingers poked your fluttering hole, pushing it gently through the tight walls.

"Sorry sweets, next time I'll use my strap," she hummed, feeling the plush clench around her fingers.

Suguru moaned softly as you sucked on her clit the same way Satoru sucked yours. In fact, you tried to mimic everything you felt. The slurps and smooches and nasty squelch, when her juices trickled down your tightened throat. Your moans hit her core whenever Satoru pressed her face closer to your pussy.

"Mhm, she's going to fuck both of us, one after another. What do you think, sweetheart?" Suguru brushed a few stray locks from your forehead, giggling at the deep furrow between your brows. "Oh my, so–ah–focused. Am I that good?"

So fucking good. So, so, so good, you wanted to say, but instead moaned loudly right into the plush of her pussy.

Your hands slipped up, tracing the smoothness of her thighs, hips, and belly, before finally cupping her heavy breasts. The flesh spilled between your fingers, with nipples just begging to be pinched, and you did so with genuine pleasure.

Nothing, really, brought you more pleasure than watching Suguru's body writhe in bliss on top of yours. Her hips moved against your tongue, head slightly tilted back, allowing raven locks to cascade down her back. Soft fingers gripped the bed frame as she began chasing the rising heat in her belly.

And you did it too, with tears swirling beneath your lids, as Satoru found your sweet spot. And, oh, she used this to her utmost wicked pleasure, massaging it with two long fingers, while licking your sweet, leaking cunt. With a cheeky smile of satisfaction tugging on her lips, seeing your belly rise and fall faster. Thighs clench around her head, hips rolling against her tongue.

"You're so close, sweets. Aren't you?"

You couldn't say anything. Not with Suguru's hips straddling your face, her warmth fully pressed to your starving mouth.

"Satoru, she's–ahh fuck–a bit busy," her velvety voice echoed somewhere from over your head, but you didn't notice.

In fact, you couldn't register anything, completely enwrapped by the pleasure coursing through your body. Your focus was solely on cumming and making Suguru climax, as you gently increased the pressure on her clit. Your tongue flicked inside her pussy, fingers rolling erect nipples, until she finally stilled on your face.

Her body shaking from pleasure, as you joined her with a pitiful moan. Letting yourself cum all over Satoru's face, as her strong arm pressed your belly to keep your wriggling hips in place. Giving your folds one last lick before slipping higher.

And higher, kissing the plush of your belly, the mound of your breasts, and when Suguru slipped herself off your drenched face, connecting her lips with yours.

"You did so well, sweets," she murmured, cupping your cheek. "Such a good girl."

She kissed you slowly, sweetly, much lighter than Suguru. With body pressed to yours, thigh between your wet legs. When she pulled away, a long stripe of crystal saliva connected your swollen lips.

Suguru cupped Satoru's cheeks and pulled her into a short kiss, swallowing each other's laughs and giggles.

You watched them with pure bliss and heavy breaths. Their naked bodies embraced one another with a passion you'd never had, yet you were ready to accept if only they wished to share it.

"How about we take care of Satoru together, hm?" Suguru asked, lavender eyes looking down at your dreamy face.

With a soft nod, you sat, letting Satoru fall down the plush pillows with a soft laugh.

"I'm fine, trust me," she said, yet watched you and Suguru slowly kiss down her body with a twinkle in her crystal eyes. "I'm–ah, fuck."

A low moan escaped her throat when your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, while Suguru took care of the other. Kissing, pinching, and sucking it gently before you started going down.

And down, through the lean, muscular belly and creamy hips, as you slowly spread her legs open. White pubes tickling your nose as you nuzzle your cheek into the mound of her pussy.

"How could I not return your kindness?" you giggled, watching a smile tug on Satoru's lips.

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that, hm?" She bit down on her lower lip, watching two beautiful, completely wet naked women nuzzle themselves between her spread thighs. "My sweet girls, next time remind me to bring a camera. Fuck, I would hang your photo over my–nghh."

Fluffy hair fell back as both you and Suguru started lapping through her folds. The saliva dripping from your tongue mixed with her creamy cum, as you both slurped on the wetness of her cunt.

Satoru looked down, another low, "Fucking hell," slipping past her lips.

As both you and Suguru started kissing right over her fluttering cunt. Licking her folds clear, before pressing your lips into one, as if wishing to taste Satoru's cum off your tongues. Sucking, drinking, moaning right into your throats, before going back to Satoru's pussy and lapping her with nasty squelch.

Your fingers pressing into her fluttering hole, brushing the soft, clenching walls till finally pressing something soft.

Something that forced a loud sigh past Satoru's lips and spread her thighs even wider. In a desperate need to feel her two beautiful girls get sugar high over her glistening cunt.

"Fuck, I'm close," she whispered, brushing away your and Suguru's locks from your faces. "So good, oh god, my sweet girls, you make me feel s-so good."

You sucked on her clit with a soft moan, hand already slipping down your body to press the swollen clit. Suguru thrusted her fingers in an almost brutal manner, yet still pressing onto Satoru's sweet spot with softness.

"Come for us, baby," she whispered, her lavender eyes catching the crystal, blurring gaze. "Show us how good we make you feel. Our sweetheart has been working so hard to pleasure you, hm?"

Your eyes twinkled at seeing Satoru's face filled with pure pleasure. Small breasts heaving with rapid breaths, eyes half-closed, abdomen tightening to release the final droplets of creaminess, before a loud, sweet moan echoed in your ears.

Her cunt clenched on your and Suguru's fingers, a gush of liquid cum splashing all over your faces.

And together with Satoru's moans… something else crashed.

The door to your bedroom opened with a thud.

"Fuck, you already started?"

Something in your chest clenched. A sudden dread washed over you as you slowly looked over your shoulder to see no one but Toji and Sukuna. With a few traces of crimson still coating their faces, their hair fell wetly over their shoulders.

Seeing your bulging eyes, Sukuna chuckled. "Surprise, sweets."

You looked between her and Toji, your throat tight, before turning back to Satoru. An innocent, pouted smile twisted her lips, but it reminded you of a rather devilish creature.

"Listen, we just wanted to play a little prank."

Yet before you could say anything, someone's strong fingers settled on your hip. Perking them up, another hand pressed against your shoulders. With a slight turn, you noticed Sukuna taking off her wet top, while Toji was already looking down at your glistening cunt.

"Yeah, yeah, trick or treat, or whatever. I've been waiting too long for it, so how about you relax and let us take care of you, hm?"

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With how much your leg hurt right now, how wet it felt beneath his shoddy patch-up job, you weren't totally convinced that you'd survive even if Sukuna didn't strangle you or stab you again. Darkness creeping in the edges of your vision, head swimming and stuffed with fuzz as you forced yourself to focus on his face, working up just enough saliva in your mouth so you could spit right on his nose.

His huff of disgust brought you a little bit of comfort, your mouth curling up in contentment as he let go of your cheek to wipe it away.

"You goddamn bitch-"

"He's coming for you," you swallowed hard, chest heaving as every breath you sucked in made your lungs strain and ache.

"He's not here," Sukuna snapped at you, but his dark eyes darted where you guessed the door was.

You couldn't bring yourself to glance back at it.

Not when you didn't think you could live much longer if Suguru disappointed you.

"You can't seriously think anyone will save you," Sukuna continued to scoff, his jaw locked tight as he tried to seem all strong and tough, chest puffed out as you squinted at him. He used to terrify you. Occupied your nightmares and haunted your shadows.

But he was just a human, wasn't he?

Suguru was something more.

You should've known your cult leader would never let you go.

The door broke off the hinges, hitting the floor as your heart rattled around against your rib cage, stalling as Sukuna aprubtly let go of you.

“Don’t look," an achingly familiar voice warned.

Suguru didn’t have to tell you twice.

Sukuna tried to throw some weak insult back at him, standing to put up a pointless fight. Beginning to avert your gaze down before deciding to just scrunch your eyes shut entirely, wishing you could cover your ears as a sick wet crunch rang out and shut your former flame up.

For good.

Trembling as you tried to shut out the noise, focusing on the pain just to push away the panic pulsing through you. The primal part of you that wanted nothing more than to curl up in a tiny ball and disappear, shivering as you attempted to convince yourself that Suguru wasn't the one to be scared of here.

The silence that came afterwards was almost worse though.

When you realized the only person having a hard time breathing was you.

"You're shaking," Suguru's honeyed voice broke the tension, but you couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes. To blink up at him when you were sure all you'd see was blood.

He clicked his tongue, and it wasn't until you felt a tug on your collar that you realized it was with quietly simmering rage, just for the weight around your neck to disappear in an instant. Ripped off without a second of hesitation. Destroying the restraints that bound you like it was nothing to him.

You felt his warmth before his actual touch, his fingers tracing tenderly over your arm before he sighed - and scooped you up.

Effortlessly lifting you into his arms, cradling your head close to his chest like he didn't want to risk you seeing the scene he created anyway.

“It hurts,” you heard yourself whine, bottom lip quivering just for him to press a gentle kiss there. Not shushing you, you supposed, but more of a show that he was here.

That you were safe.

Sukuna had been wrong.

Someone had come to save you after all. Someone cared enough to stop him too.

“I know,” Suguru murmured softly, his soothing voice washing over you. "Open your eyes for me."

No.

Shaking your head as much as you could, burying your face deeper into his shirt while he tutted his tongue disapprovingly at you.

"Angel," he scolded, and tears you couldn't stand were welling back up in your eyes. Weakness creeping in and clouding your judgement as you stubbornly refused to crack your eyes open to take a peek.

"I can't," your voice cracked.

Your head hurt. Your leg hurt. Every piece of you felt like it was on the precipice of crumbling, on the brink of breaking down despite how right it felt to be back in his arms. Sheltered in his sturdy embrace as he took you out of what might have been your grave if it hadn't been for him.

You had spent a life trying to be shatterproof.

Invincible. Immune to fear or fury.

Taking whatever came at you without cracking. But fuck, you were tired. Tired of the fighting and the fucking up and fumbling for control that was never yours to have.

“Hold on for me, okay? I’m taking you home,” Suguru did his best to comfort you through it, but your breath hitched, shaky and unsure as you felt your heart start to slow. Every thump of it pushing more blood back out of your wound, your leg growing more damp by the second as the sticky blood trickled down your thigh. “You can’t fall asleep.”

All his scolding didn't stop you from drifting off anyway.

A faint voice in your head thankful that at least you got to hear his voice one more time before you went. Got to feel his hands on your clammy skin, wrapped up in his warmth for a final moment.

You honestly didn't think you'd be waking up again.

"Wake up, pretty girl."

"I'm supposed to be dead," you groaned, gritting your teeth as you slowly came to in freshly laundered sheets, blinking up just to be damn near blinded by how bright it was. Daylight streaming through as you lifted an exhausted arm to cover your face, wincing at how sore your entire body felt.

"Too bad," Suguru wryly replied, and you finally forced yourself to pull your arm down enough to peek at him.

He was sitting on that armchair of his, pulled right by the bedside as he stared at you with furrowed brows. His antennas twitching too, wings shrugged down close to his side as he rested his chin on his fist.

A childish piece of you wanted to take the pillow out from underneath your head and throw it at him.

"What happened?" You croaked, your throat painfully dry as you made yourself look back down at the wrinkled blankets on your lap.

"I took care of the vultures," he grimaced, disgust dripping from his every word as he scooted the chair closer.

About to grab your hand before you slipped it back underneath the blanket.

“I’m mad at you,” you mumbled into the pillow, rolling away like it would make you feel less pathetic. “You let Gojo lock me up.”

A snake had been slithering around right under his nose. And you were the one to pay the price for his scheming - your own too, technically.

“I’m sorry,” he softly replied, getting up to perch on the edge of the bed and tenderly pet your head. “I could tell something was wrong, but I wanted to see what he’d do. If I’d known-"

"That he was going to sell me off to a sociopath?" You blurted out, brain throbbing inside your skull as you squinted to see if there was a cup of water on the nightstand.

"I shouldn't have trusted him," he admitted. "Not with you."

"Why does it matter?" You shrugged, squirming to make sure you could still move both legs, curling your toes just to confirm that you were good. "It's not like I'm your girlfriend."

Just a pet under his protection. A journalist who bit off far more than she could chew - and got a story she didn't know if she even wanted to write anymore.

Not when you were far too biased to string together the proper sentences to divulge a tale that was suddenly so much more personal than you ever intended it to be.

It wasn't about his cult anymore. Not a biography of how he'd become a god in the flesh.

But about your failures and how he caught you before you could fall.

"I thought you were my mate."

Your shoulders went stiff. Heart skipping a beat as your fingers curled around the thin fabric. "Since when?"

"Since I had you," he easily retorted, heat rising under your cheeks at his calm assertion.

Should you argue with him after he saved your life?

Did you want to be his mate? What would that even entail? Having little babies with wings like his? Spending the rest of your life spoiled in his pretty temple? Become his right-hand person now that the position was currently vacant?

"I woke up to the scent of your blood," he confessed, a hint of fear betraying his usually confident voice. "I thought I lost you. I nearly ripped this place apart when I smelled them in that room-"

“Could you call my boss?” You swallowed hard as you interrupted him, the bed creaking as he stood up. You listened to the familiar pattern of his footsteps, too exhausted to crane your neck to watch him move until he came back into view. Holding a cup of tea he must have just poured, setting it by the bed before helping prop you up.

Moving stirred fresh pain, the kind of dull ache that pulsed and throbbed as you sat as straight as you could.

“I handled it,” he smoothly said.

"What about the cops? Or-"

"No one's going to miss either of them," Suguru sarcastically dismissed your worry, one hand on the small of your back before he lifted the cup up to your lips.

You took a few short sips, letting the warm liquid soothe your sore throat.

"He was going to tell them you killed me," you revealed, tilting your head to the side as you recalled Satoru's last bitter words.

"It doesn't matter now," Suguru muttered.

What did?

What were you supposed to do now when your career had almost cost you your life?

"I’m sorry,” you muttered, looking up in his dark eyes to find his hypnotic stare already honed in on you, fingers reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb drifting down to trace the edge of your lips. "I wasn't going to leave you."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaning over to put the teacup back up.

"The only thing you should worry about right now is healing," he hummed.

How long would that take?

You didn't need him to spiritually guide you or anything, but you weren't sure what to do when you needed a man to get you out. Even if he was part moth.

Maybe eventually, you'd be able to mentally figure yourself out.

But would you get stuck with physical proof of it? Scarred inside and out?

You knew you should lay back down. But you couldn't stop yourself from kicking the blanket away from your legs, scowling as you peeled back the edge of the thick bandage he'd wrapped around your thigh.

"Don't-"

Sukuna had been telling the truth when he said he carved you up.

A crude 'S' dug into your soft flesh, a mark you sincerely doubted would go away no matter how much time you gave it.

Your stomach dropped at the sight of it, but you refused to let all the feelings Sukuna wanted you to drown in sink in. None of the disgust. None of the fear.

He wanted you to think of him every single time you looked down, or saw your reflection in the mirror.

You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"I ordered scar gel online," Suguru softly said, trying to offer comfort you strangely weren't sure you needed.

"They deliver out here?" You tried to joke, your mouth curling up in a small smile.

And when he smiled back, all sweet and subtle, you could convince yourself that despite everything else, this could still work out.

You could still be okay.

"You must not be hurting too bad if you're teasing me," he dryly commented, sliding closer.

"Mm, I think I'm going to need to be taken care of for a while," you shrugged, faking a little cringe as you shuffled back further in the bed. "Preferably by a handsome man."

"I'm at your service," he winked at you.

How many girls could say they had a man with devotees solely devoted to them?

You leaned forward, ignoring the stabbing pain still scattering around your head stop you from pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his crooked smirk.

"You know, I thought you still had questions for me," he cocked a brow up, slipping his fingers through your hair to tilt your face back up towards him when you started to pull back.

"A thousand," you nodded.

But they could wait.

And this time, the questions would be all yours. No need for an audience to consider. Your attention was all his.

You supposed it might be a good thing Suguru started with an S too.

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Minho didn’t have an answer right away.

The card rested untouched between his fingers as the sounds of camp faded into the background. Around him, others had already started writing, some almost immediately, others staring at the blank page the way he was.

He wasn’t struggling because no one came to mind. It was quite the opposite, actually.

His mind kept circling back to the same person.

Not because you’d shared the longest conversation. You hadn’t. Not because you’d gone out of your way to get his attention. You hadn’t done that either.

It was something else.

Throughout the day, the two of you had kept ending up beside each other. On the walk to the water station. Around the kitchen. At the sink. None of it had been planned, yet every time it happened, the same thought crossed his mind.

It was….easy.

Easy to work beside you. Easy to share the silence. Easy to fall into the same rhythm without either of you asking the other to adjust.

The realization hadn’t struck him until dinner was over. Somehow, without trying, the two of you had already figured out how to move around each other.

Minho looked down at the blank card again, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk almost imperceptibly. Maybe that was worth finding out. He uncapped the pen.

Today felt easier than I expected. I kept thinking it was the island….but I don’t think it was. It’s you. I’d like to spend more time with you and see if I’m right.

He read it over once, it was simple and honest. Without giving himself the chance to rethink it, he folded the note, and made sure he discreetly dropped it in your box.

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Morning arrived with the same gentle calm that had settled over Inferno the day before. Sunlight filtered through the palms, warming the sand as contestants gradually emerged from their tents, drawn toward breakfast by the smell of coffee and the quiet hum of conversation already beginning around camp.

By the time breakfast had ended, a volleyball net had appeared on the stretch of sand just beyond camp, bright boundary lines already pressed into the beach where production had quietly worked while everyone ate.

Curiosity spread through the group almost immediately.

“Was that there before?” someone asked.

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t.”

A familiar chime echoed through the island before the speakers crackled overhead, pulling everyone’s attention toward the host. “Good morning, contestants.”

Conversations gradually quieted.

“Before your official date pairings are revealed later today, you’ll be spending the morning getting to know one another through your first team challenge. For this one, you’ll be completing in teams of two.”

A few curious glances were exchanged around the group.

“Please make your way to your assigned court, matching the numbers below the seats you were sitting in. Your teammate will meet you there.”

You brushed the last of the sand from your hands before following the marked path leading away from camp.

Several volleyball courts had been set up along the shoreline, each separated just enough to keep the matches from overlapping.

A small wooden sign stood near the entrance to yours. You slowed as you reached it. Minho was already there, a volleyball tucked loosely beneath one arm. At the sound of your footsteps, he glanced up from where he’d been waiting.

Recognition settled across his face first, followed by the faintest smirk. “Starting to think production has favorites.”

You smiled, "You say that like you're complaining."

He glanced down at the volleyball before looking back at you. "I didn't say that."

The court looked different up close. The sand shifted beneath your feet with every step, making even simple movements feel slower and less predictable than they would on a normal court.

"Have you played before?" he asked, glancing over at you.

You looked down at the ball in his hands before looking back at him. "A little."

"A little?"

You shrugged. "Enough to know I probably shouldn't make any promises."

The answer earned a small smile from him, "smart."

You narrowed your eyes slightly. "That sounded suspiciously like an insult."

"It wasn't."

"You sure?"

"Mostly."

You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you moved into position. "That's reassuring."

"It should be."

"Somehow, I don't believe you."

Minho only smiled to himself before tossing the ball toward you.

The first few points were exactly what you expected them to be. A little messy. A little unfamiliar. The sand changed everything; every step required more effort, every jump took more thought, and even simple saves became harder when the ground shifted beneath you.

Still, neither of you seemed bothered by it.

A missed pass turned into a laugh instead of frustration. A bad hit became a reason to adjust instead of give up. Somewhere between one rally and the next, the two of you stopped thinking so much and started moving together.

You didn't have to call for the ball every time. Minho started anticipating where you were going to move. There was a rhythm to it now, a quick glance was enough to communicate who had it, a small shift in position enough to cover where the other couldn't reach.

It wasn't perfect. There were still moments when the ball dropped between you, or when both of you reached for it at the same time and had to quickly adjust.

But instead of becoming frustrating, those moments only made you laugh. At one point, you both moved toward the same ball, stopping at the last second as you realized neither of you had called for it.

You looked over at him, "okay, that one was definitely my fault."

Minho looked back, expression calm. "Was it?"

You blinked. "You don't think so?"

"No."

"Why?"

He shrugged, stepping back into position. "Because I didn't call it either."

The answer caught you off guard enough that you laughed. "So we're blaming the communication?"

"Seems fair."

"You mean we're both wrong."

"That too."

The next serve came before you could respond, and without thinking, you moved. This time, Minho was already there, you adjusted, as he did as well. The ball went back over the net.

By the time the next round started, you were already moving with a rhythm neither of you had expected. From the other side of the net, Jisung watched the two of you exchange another clean pass before shaking his head.

"Wait."

You paused, looking over. Jisung pointed between you and Minho. "Have you two played together before?" The question caught you off guard. You looked at Minho, who only raised an eyebrow.

"No."

Jisung looked unconvinced for a second before laughing to himself. "Could've fooled me."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," you said.

"It's not." He tossed the ball back into play. "Just saying, most people don't figure each other out that quickly."

Before you could answer, his teammate called for the serve, pulling his attention back to the game. Minho looked over at you as you moved back into position. "He's observant."

You smiled slightly. "Is that your way of saying he's right?"

Another smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Maybe."

Minho's answer was predictably unhelpful, but the small smile he tried to hide gave him away.

Before you could press him further, the ball came back over the net.

And without thinking, you both moved.

Chan stared at the blank paper in front of him longer than he thought he would. The host's instructions had been simple enough. Write something honest. Tell them why you'd like to get to know them better.

The problem was that he had too many things he could say, and somehow that made choosing the right words harder.

He thought back to dinner prep.

It wasn't anything dramatic. There hadn't been some big moment where everything changed. It had just been the two of you standing across from each other at the table, washing vegetables, passing things back and forth, filling the quiet whenever it naturally happened.

That was probably what he liked most. You never seemed like you were trying to make an impression. You weren't searching for the right thing to say or forcing conversation just because there were cameras around. You were just comfortable being there with him.

Chan found himself smiling slightly at the memory of you laughing when he admitted he hadn't embarrassed himself yet. It was a small thing. Most things were, when you first met someone, but somehow those small things were what made him curious.

He picked up the pen again.

I think what I noticed first was how easy it was to talk to you. Today was a lot. New place, new people, cameras everywhere. I think everyone is still trying to figure out where they fit in. But being around you didn't feel like that. I liked talking with you, but I also liked that we didn't have to fill every quiet moment. It felt natural. I'd like to get to know you more, if you'd let me.

Chan read it over once, letting the words sit for a moment. It wasn't a confession, it wasn't supposed to be, but it was honest.

And for now, that felt like enough.

ˋˏ-༻𖤓༺-ˎˊ

By the time everyone began turning in for the night, camp had settled into a quieter rhythm. The fire had burned lower, conversations had faded into smaller groups, and one by one, everyone started making their way back toward the tents.

Near the path, the mailboxes waited.

Just as the host instructed, everyone checked theirs separately, taking their turn before returning to their rooms with the same unanswered question.

You waited until the area was quiet before opening yours.

Inside was a folded piece of paper. For a moment, you simply looked at it, realizing that somewhere across camp, someone had taken the time to sit down and write something meant only for you.

When you unfolded it, the words weren't what you expected. It wasn't a confession or some grand declaration. It was something quieter than that. Someone had noticed the small things; the way you handled being somewhere unfamiliar, the way you didn't seem to force conversations, the way you made it easy to be around you.

A smile appeared before you could stop it. You didn't know who had written it, and you had no way of guessing. But you liked knowing that someone had been paying attention.

You folded the letter back up carefully and tucked it away, carrying the question of who it belonged to with you as you headed back toward the ladies tent.

Across camp, Chan stood in front of his own mailbox.

He wasn't sure what he expected to find waiting for him. Maybe a simple note. Maybe a few words from someone who had been curious about him. Maybe nothing at all.

Instead, he found a folded letter inside.

He opened it slowly, reading the unfamiliar handwriting as the quiet of the island settled around him. The words were different from his own, but the feeling behind them was strangely similar. Someone had noticed him beyond the obvious things. They weren't interested in the version of him that was easy to see. They wanted to know the person underneath it.

Chan read it again, a small smile forming as he folded it back together. He still didn't know who had written it, but as he walked back toward his room, there was one person he found himself hoping it was.

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Morning came quietly over the island, wrapping everything in the soft glow of dawn. The waves rolled gently against the shore, their steady rhythm blending with the distant calls of seabirds and the rustling of palm leaves overhead.

For the first time since arriving, Inferno felt almost peaceful. The camp was still asleep, tents scattered beneath the trees, the usual sounds of conversation and movement replaced by the quiet of early morning.

Chan stepped out of his tent, sandals sinking slightly into the cool sand beneath him. He took a slow breath, letting the salt air wake him up as he looked out toward the water.

For a moment, he considered staying to himself, enjoying the rare quiet before the rest of the camp came alive. He hadn't expected anyone else to be awake yet, then he saw you.

You were already sitting near the shoreline, your legs tucked comfortably beneath you, a book resting in your hands as your attention moved between the pages and the horizon. The first light of morning reflected across the water, catching along the edges of your silhouette.

Chan hesitated, because he wasn't sure if he should interrupt.

Before he could decide, you looked up. Your eyes met across the sand, and a small smile appeared on your face.

"You're awake early," you said softly.

Chan returned the smile, walking closer now that he knew he wasn't disturbing you, "so are you."

You glanced down at the book in your hands, the pages slightly fluttering in the cool breeze, then looked back toward the water, lost in thought. “I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Same,” Chan replied, a hint of understanding in his tone. His shoulders relaxed as if sharing that small vulnerability made him feel a little less alone.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything else. The silence stretched comfortably between you, not tense but peaceful. It reminded him of the previous evening, standing beside you at the prep table, the quiet camaraderie that had quietly woven itself into the fabric of the night.

Finally, Chan shifted his gaze toward the camp, his expression softening as he looked beyond the water. “I was actually going to make coffee,” he said, nodding toward the outdoor kitchen nearby. “Figured I should probably wake myself up before everyone else does.”

A small, genuine smile tugged at your lips. “Smart,” you said, your voice light.

“I have my moments,” he quipped, grinning at you.

You let out a quiet laugh, and the sound seemed to warm the air around you, making Chan smile in return. His eyes flicked over to you, playful yet sincere. Then, almost casually, he added, “Do you want some?” The question slipped out naturally, unforced, like he had already decided he wanted your company, even before realizing he was asking.

You looked at him for a second, studying him. “Are you making it?”

Chan lifted an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I was planning on it.”

“Then yeah,” you said with a small nod, closing your book and setting it aside. You pushed yourself to your feet, brushing the sand from your hands as you moved closer.

He nodded, turning toward camp before pausing. “Do you like it a certain way?”

You considered the question. “Depends. What are my options?”

His laugh was quiet but genuine. “It’s instant coffee on an island.”

“So limited options,” you teased.

“Very limited,” he agreed, a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Then surprise me.”

Chan looked at you, a flicker of amusement crossing his face before he nodded. “That’s a lot of trust for someone you met yesterday,” he said, a hint of warmth in his voice.

You shrugged, “you seem like you know what you’re doing.”

He looked away briefly, as if caught off guard by the compliment, then glanced back with a shy smile. “I’ll try not to ruin it, then.”

The two of you made your way toward the outdoor kitchen, the rest of camp still quiet behind you. Without everyone moving around the space, it felt completely different from the night before. There were no stations to divide everyone, no voices overlapping, no reason to rush through anything.

Chan moved around the kitchen with an ease that suggested he had already familiarized himself with where everything was kept. He gathered the supplies, setting out the coffee packets and cups while you watched from beside him.

His eyes briefly drifted toward the book you had left near the edge of the counter. “Is that what you were reading?”

You followed his gaze. “Yeah.”

“You actually brought a book with you?” he asked, a little surprised.

You smiled slightly. “Is that surprising?”

“A little.”

“Why?”

Chan thought about it as he filled the kettle. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think anyone would pack something like that.”

“Then what did you pack?”

He glanced over at you. “The essentials.”

“That sounds suspiciously vague.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked back toward the coffee. “Okay. Clothes. Toiletries. A few things I thought I’d need.”

“And no book?”

“No book.”

You shook your head. “That feels like a mistake.”

“Why?”

“Because eventually everyone is going to get tired of talking.”

Chan laughed quietly, the sound softer in the stillness of the morning. “You think so?”

“I think there’s only so much island bonding people can do before someone needs a break.”

He nodded, considering your answer as he prepared the coffee. “That’s fair.”

For a moment, the two of you fell into the quiet again, but it didn’t feel like a pause in the conversation. More like the two of you were comfortable enough not to rush to the next thing.

“You like having time to yourself?” Chan asked.

You looked over at him. “Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Depends on the day.”

A small smile appeared on his face. “That’s a very careful answer.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You asked a careful question.”

That made him laugh again, and he looked down at the cups in front of him, “fair.”

The kettle clicked softly as the water finished heating, and Chan turned back toward the counter to finish making the coffee. The quiet hum of the camp still surrounded you, the rest of the island slowly beginning to wake, but for the moment, the two of you had the small kitchen to yourselves.

He opened the coffee packets and poured them into the cups, moving with the same steady focus he had shown the night before while preparing dinner. There was something familiar about watching him work. Even with something as simple as coffee, he seemed determined to do it properly.

When he reached for the sugar, he paused and glanced over at you. “How much?”

You looked at him, then at the spoon in his hand. “That’s a very important question.”

A small smile appeared as he leaned lightly against the counter. “It’s sugar.”

“Exactly, easy to get wrong.”

Chan looked down at the cup, considering that. “Is it?”

“Yes.”

The certainty in your answer made him laugh quietly, and he shook his head before looking back at you, “okay. How much is wrong?”

You pretended to think about it. “Too little.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“It’s honest.”

He smiled to himself, opening the packets of sugar to add to your coffee. “How much?”

“Two.”

He nodded like he was storing the information away, adding it before reaching for the milk. “And this?”

You looked at the cup, then back at him. “Enough.”

Chan paused, looking at you with mild disbelief. “You know that’s even less specific, right?”

You smiled. “You asked.”

“I did.”

“And I answered.”

A quiet laugh slipped from him as he stirred your coffee. “Barely.”

You watched him for a moment, noticing the small smile he was trying not to show as he handed the cup over. “You always take coffee this seriously?”

Chan glanced at the cup in your hands, then back at you, “only when I’m making it for someone else.”

The answer was simple, almost casual, but it lingered for a second longer than expected. You looked down at the coffee, hiding the small smile that pulled at your lips. “It's instant coffee on an island.”

“I know.”

“So the pressure seems unnecessary.”

He shrugged, picking up his own cup. “Maybe.”

You looked over at him, “There it is again.”

Chan laughed softly, the sound blending with the waves behind you. “What?”

“The ‘maybe.’”

He smiled into his coffee. “I think I use it when I don’t want to admit I care about something.”

ˋˏ-༻𖤓༺-ˎˊ

You carried your coffee back toward the shoreline, and Chan followed beside you, the two of you settling into the same spot where you had been sitting before. The sand was still cool beneath you, untouched by the rest of the camp, and the morning felt like it belonged to just the two of you for a little while longer.

For a few minutes, neither of you said much.

You watched the waves move in and out, taking small sips of coffee while the island slowly came alive around you. Somewhere behind the trees, there was the faint sound of someone moving around camp, but it still felt distant.

Chan looked over after a while, “so, was this your plan?”

You glanced at him. “My plan?”

“Waking up early, sitting by the water, reading.”

You looked down at your book beside you, “not exactly.”

“No?”

You shook your head. “I just woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep.”

Chan nodded, looking back toward the ocean. “Same.”

“You already said that.”

“I know.”

“Then why ask?”

He smiled slightly. “I was trying to figure out if you’re always like this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

He thought about it for a moment before answering. “Quiet.” The word wasn’t said like a criticism. If anything, it sounded like he was curious about it.

You looked out at the water. “I don’t think I’m quiet.”

Chan glanced at you. “You don’t?”

You looked down at your coffee, watching the steam disappear into the morning air before looking back at him, “I think everyone’s just trying to figure out how much of themselves they’re supposed to show.”

Chan was quiet for a moment. “Do you think you do that?”

You glanced over. “Do what?”

“Hold parts of yourself back.”

The question caught you off guard, not because it was too personal, but because he asked it like he was genuinely curious about the answer.

You looked back toward the ocean. “Maybe at first.”

Chan smiled slightly, “There it is.”

You laughed softly. “What?”

“The maybe.”

You shook your head, smiling into your cup. “I literally just called you out for doing that too.”

“Yeah, but now I noticed you doing it too.”

“Yeah yeah,” you chuckle to yourself. He looked down, smiling to himself, before taking another sip of coffee.

For a while, the two of you sat there, letting the conversation drift with no real urgency to reach the next topic. The island was slowly waking up around you, voices carrying from camp as people started moving through their morning routines, but neither of you seemed in a hurry to leave.

Eventually, Chan looked over. “Can I ask you something?”

You turned toward him. “That sounds serious.”

“It’s not.”

“That’s what people say before asking something serious.”

A quiet laugh escaped him, “okay. Maybe it is a little.”

You waited, and he took a second to think about how to phrase it. “Yesterday, when we were cooking....did you feel like it was easy?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Easy?”

“Talking. Being around each other.”

The honesty in his voice made you pause. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I did.”

Chan nodded slowly, looking down at his cup. “I did too.”

There was no hesitation when he said it. No attempt to make it sound casual.

“I know we’ve only been here for a day,” he continued, glancing back toward the water, “and I know everyone is still figuring out who they connect with, but I wanted to tell you something.”

You looked at him.

“I like talking to you.”

The simplicity of it made your expression soften.

Chan gave a small shrug, almost like he was trying to make it less intimidating than it sounded.

“I don’t know where this goes. I don’t know what happens when everyone starts going on dates and actually getting to know each other. But I know I’d like to spend more time with you.”

For a moment, the only sound between you was the ocean moving against the shore.

You smiled slightly. “I’m glad you said that.”

Chan looked over, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A smile slowly appeared on his face, “good.”

Neither of you said anything else for a moment, but the quiet felt different now. Not because something had changed completely, just because something had finally been acknowledged.

The sounds of camp grew louder behind you, a reminder that the rest of the island was starting to wake up and the quiet moment you had found couldn't last forever.

But as you stood, carrying your empty cup back toward the kitchen beside him, it didn't feel like the moment was ending. It felt like something had just started.

your stomach sank. you hated the way you sounded already— your voice small, uneven. “please, seungmin. i need a ride, just this once.. i don’t have anyone else.”

there was a pause. no static, no background noise, just him breathing on the other end. you could picture his face so clearly. expression flat, unimpressed, already rehearsing the things he would throw back at you later. finally, he sighed, clipped and sharp enough to cut through the quiet. “you’re unbelievable.”

your throat felt tight. “i’ll do anything, please. don’t make me walk home like this.”

he let out a low laugh, no humor in it, just disdain. “you say that like i haven’t been saving your ass for weeks. every lie i’ve told for you, everytime i’ve covered for you sneaking in at night… i don’t do that for free y/n.”

you pressed the heel of your palm to your forehead, hating that he was right. hating that you needed him at all. “fine, whatever. just come get me.”

the ride over was quicker than you expected. twenty minutes later he pulls up, his car rolled up to the curb, headlights cutting through the empty street. he didn’t get out or wave you over, just sat there, engine running with one hand on the wheel, watching you walk toward him. you slid into the passenger seat without saying a word.

he didn’t bother hiding the way his eyes scanned down your bare legs, over the tiny plaid skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, then up to the cropped t-shirt stretched tight across your chest. your makeup was smudged, your lip gloss had worn off and your hair’s all tangled from the heat of too many bodies pressed too close. his frown deepened.

“pathetic,” he muttered, pulling away from the curb. “look at you. can’t even handle yourself for one night without begging me to fix it.”

you turned your face toward the window, trying to focus on the blur of houses passing by. “can you just shut up and drive?”

“no,” he said flatly. “you don’t get to say that. you should be thanking me. mom has no idea what you’re doing out here, wasted at some party dressed like this. she thinks you’re sleeping over at chaewon’s. and who makes sure she keeps believing that? me.” he glanced at you, expression unreadable in the glow of the streetlights. “you’d better start remembering what you owe me.”

the silence that followed was heavier than his words. the only sound in the car was the hum of the tires against the pavement, steady and low. you pressed your knees together tighter, biting back the sting in your throat.

he didn’t speak again until he pulled into the driveway. the engine cut off, and for a moment the night felt too quiet. he didn’t look at you when he said, “next time, don’t expect me to be so generous.” then he got out first, the slam of the driver’s side door making you flinch.

you lingered in the passenger seat a few seconds longer, head spinning, stomach knotted. when you finally crept into the house, everything was still. your mom’s door was shut. the hall was dark. you slipped into your room, shut the door behind you, and collapsed into bed without changing. the smell of his car and the sound of his voice stuck with you even as your eyes slid shut, reminding you that this wasn’t over— not by a long shot.

+

morning came too quickly. you woke to the sound of drawers opening and closing downstairs, the low hum of the kettle, and your mother’s voice carrying faintly through the house. your head throbbed, your mouth was dry, and the stale taste of last night’s alcohol still clung to your tongue. you pulled on a hoodie that smelled faintly of perfume, tugged it low enough to cover your shorts, and padded into the kitchen.

the room was already set the way it always was— your stepdad reading the paper, your mother with her coffee, seungmin sitting neatly across from her like he had been awake for hours. he looked almost staged, hair brushed perfectly, his shirt crisp, posture straight, hands folded politely on the table until he picked up his fork. you hated that he always looked like this. unbothered, polished, exactly the kind of son your mom had always wanted.

you slid into your chair quietly, hoping to disappear into the background. the clink of your spoon against the bowl drew her attention anyway. she looked up at you, eyes sweeping over your clothes, your messy hair, the dark circles under your eyes.

“honestly,” she said, setting her mug down. “you’re never going to be taken seriously if you keep going out looking like that.”

you stiffened, your spoon hovering halfway to your mouth. “like what?”

“sloppy. careless.” her tone was pointed, but not loud. “do you think any decent man is going to bring home someone who can’t even dress appropriately? you’re selling yourself short. a little modesty wouldn’t kill you.”

the words settled heavily between you. she wasn’t yelling, but it didn’t matter. it was the same weight all over again— comparison, correction, judgment pressed in as though she’d been saving it just for you.

“mom.” your voice was flat, but she didn’t stop.

“i’m not trying to put you down,” she continued, softer now, as if that made it any easier to swallow. “i just want you to think about the kind of example you’re setting. you’re grown, but men notice these things. good men notice these things. someone respectable wants a girl who takes herself seriously. someone like—” her hand gestured lightly across the table. “—like seungmin.”

the sound of your chair legs scraping against the floor made everyone look up. “enough,” you said, sharper than you’d meant to.

your mother blinked, startled. “excuse me?”

“i said enough,” you repeated, your chest tight now. “i’m tired of being compared to him everytime i walk into a room. i’m not seungmin. i’m not your perfect, church-going golden boy, and i never will be. and i don’t care if that makes me a disappointment to you.”

she opened her mouth, but you kept going before she could.

“i don’t need to dress a certain way to deserve respect. i don’t need to impress some imaginary man you’ve decided is the measure of my worth. i’m not him. i don’t want to be him. and i’m done pretending like i have to live up to your idea of what i should be.”

the kitchen was silent except for the tick of the clock on the wall. your stepdad cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, but didn’t say anything. your mother stared at you, eyes wide, her hand still around her coffee cup like she wasn’t sure if she should set it down or hold it tighter.

you pushed back from the table, the sound loud in the stillness. “i can’t do this right now,” you muttered, leaving your bowl untouched as you turned down the hall. the slam of your bedroom door echoed up the staircase when you shut it behind you.

downstairs, the quiet stretched until seungmin broke it. his voice was calm, warm as always. “she doesn’t mean it,” he said gently, shaking his head. “she’s just figuring herself out. it’s hard for her. don’t take it to heart.”

your mother sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing as she glanced at him. “you’re so patient, seungmin. really… you always know the right thing to say.”

he smiled politely, lowering his gaze modestly. but you knew better. when you’d stood up to leave, his hand had brushed against your leg under the table, subtle and hidden beneath the tablecloth. his fingers had lingered there, just long enough to make your skin crawl.

your mother thought he was the one holding the family together. she had no idea he was the one pulling you further apart.

+

the tension in the house didn’t vanish after breakfast. if anything, it got thicker. your mom tried to smooth things over with her usual cheerfulness, offering extra slices of toast, asking if you wanted to run errands with her later. you brushed her off, retreating upstairs until the sound of the vacuum drowned out her attempts at small talk. but even when you tried to stay away, there was always him.

seungmin carried on like nothing had happened. he was polite, considerate, his voice always soft when he spoke to her. he asked if she needed help bringing in the groceries, volunteered to sweep the porch, even offered to drive your stepdad to a meeting later in the week. every answer was carefully practiced, like he knew exactly how to string the words together so that she’d beam at him. and she did, every. single. time.

but when her back was turned, when his gaze cut across the table or lingered too long in the hallway, you felt the shift. the weight of it pressed into your skin.

at dinner a few nights later, he tried something new. your mom was in the middle of telling a story about her coworker when you felt his hand settle on your thigh beneath the table. you froze, fork clattering against your plate. he didn’t look at you— he didn’t even blink. his eyes were on your mom, nodding along, listening attentively, as if he wasn’t casually fondling your bare skin under the tablecloth.

you shot him a look, subtle enough not to draw attention, but he only slid his hand higher, fingers tightening once before retreating nonchalantly when your mom turned her head.

you kept your mouth shut, though your heart was beating too hard, because how could you explain any of this without sounding insane?

it didn’t stop there. the next day, you were stacking dishes in the sink when he came up behind you. your mother was only a few feet away, folding laundry on the couch. seungmin leaned close, his breath warm against your ear, voice low.

“loud last night,” he murmured. “maybe next time i won’t cover your mouth.”

you dropped a plate into the soapy water, too loud, earning a look from your mom. “careful,” she warned.

“sorry,” you muttered quickly, biting your tongue. when you glanced at him again, he was already back on the couch, flipping through a magazine, the picture of calm.

it was like that constantly— small moments that your mother never noticed. his hand brushing against your back as you passed in the hallway. his eyes holding yours just a second too long when he smiled across the table. his voice, low enough that only you could hear, dripping with taunts that made your skin burn.

and the worst part was how careful he was. he never pushed too far in front of her. never raised suspicion. he wore his mask flawlessly, the doting stepson, the golden boy. she never saw the way his hand lingered on your hip just a second too long when he reached past you in the kitchen. she never heard the things he whispered under his breath when she wasn’t looking.

your mom thought he was keeping you in line. she had no idea he was the one breaking every rule in the house.

it came to a head one night. you’d been on edge all day, avoiding his gaze, snapping at every small thing. you told yourself if you just kept busy enough, he’d lose interest. but it didn’t work.

your mom was still awake in the living room, the glow of the tv lighting her face as she flipped through channels. you slipped out of your room, planning to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, when you felt his hand close around your wrist.

he pulled you into the hallway, his expression unreadable in the dim light, though his grip was firm, unrelenting. you opened your mouth to protest, but he only tilted his head toward the bathroom down the hall.

“quiet,” he whispered, the corner of his mouth twitching.

your pulse spiked. the sound of the tv carried faintly from the living room. your mother was only a few feet away.

seungmin’s hand slid lower, his fingers curling between yours, his hold looking almost innocent if anyone had happened to glance up. but you knew better. you knew exactly what he was about to do.

he tugged you gently toward the bathroom door, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. “don’t make a scene.”

the lock clicked when the door shut behind you.

seungmin didn’t waste a second. his hand was on your chest, pushing you back until the sink dug into your lower back. his other hand reached for your shorts, tugging them down in one sharp motion that made you stumble. your hoodie followed, yanked up over your head and tossed into the corner. you were left in nothing but underwear, pressed against the counter, heart pounding in your chest as he looked you over.

“you’re shaking already,” he said under his breath, tilting his head. “is it because she’s awake? scared she’ll catch her pathetic little disappointment sneaking around again, proving she was right about you all along?”

you tried to push his hands off, but he caught your wrists easily, pinning them to the counter. his eyes bored into yours, steady and unrelenting.

“don’t even try it,” he muttered. “you called me the other night, remember? you begged me to pick you up. you think that comes for free? you think i’m just doing this out of kindness?” he let out a short laugh, though his voice stayed quiet, controlled.

“you don’t get it yet, y/n. you owe me. every time. and this is how you’re going to pay it back.”

his grip on your wrists loosened only so he could shove his hand between your thighs, pressing firmly against your cunt through the thin fabric. you gasped, your knees buckling, but his body was right there, keeping you upright.

“so pitiful,” he whispered, his thumb tracing slow, teasing circles. “already wet. i could drag you out there right now and she’d see it dripping down your legs.”

your stomach knotted at the thought, but he didn’t give you time to react. his fingers tugged your underwear to the side, pushing inside with no warning. the stretch made your mouth fall open, your hand flying to cover your own mouth on instinct.

“no,” he hissed, catching your chin with his free hand and yanking it away. “don’t cover up. let me hear you. maybe i’ll let her hear you too.”

his fingers curled cruelly, fucking into you rough and steady, the sound of slick filling the small bathroom. every thrust made you grip the sink harder, your body arching as you tried not to cry out.

but then, out of nowhere, the sharp buzz of your phone shattered the moment.

your eyes flew open in panic, craning your neck toward the counter where it sat, screen glowing bright with your boyfriend’s contact photo.

“aww, look at that,” seungmin smirked, his fingers still working inside you, fucking you slower, deeper. “what do you think he wants?”

“seungmin—” you gasped, the words muffled, but he only angled his fingers harder, catching the spot inside you that had your hips jolting involuntarily.

“what was that?” he teased, his grin widening. “you want me to answer it for you?”

with your head spinning, you barely managed to shake it before he pulled away entirely, leaving you empty, trembling.

“no?” his voice dripped with mock sweetness as he reached over and picked up the phone, flipping it in his hand like it was his. “too bad.” he hummed and swiped across the screen, pressing it right to his ear.

“hey, man,” he said casually, his tone so incongruously normal it made your stomach drop.

you slapped at his wrist immediately, mouthing the word stop, but he only caught your hand and shoved you down onto your knees without breaking stride.

“y/n? oh yeah, she’s here... kinda busy right now.” his smug tone made your face burn as he shoved his sweats down just enough to free himself, his cock flushed, heavy, fully hard in his hand. he grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding your mouth toward him, his voice calm as ever the entire time.

you barely had time to part your lips before he pushed inside, forcing you to relax your jaw as the stretch made your eyes water instantly.

“what’s she up to?” seungmin pretended to think for a moment, cocking his head slightly like the answer required actual effort. “uh... you know, homework or something, i think? yeah. she’s definitely... preoccupied.”

his hips rolled forward slightly, pushing deeper, making you gag hard around him. he clenched his teeth and exhaled through his nose, adjusting himself before continuing like nothing happened.

“yeah, don’t worry about it, i’ll let her know you called,” he said, his voice light but with a sharp undertone that made his meaning crystal clear. he glanced down at you, his lips parting into a wide, satisfied smile at how wrecked you look, spit already dribbling down your chin. “don’t wait up.”

with that, the soft click of the line went dead, and he tossed the phone carelessly onto the counter beside him.

“see?” he sneered, tugging your head back just enough to bring you off him, your lips raw and spit-slick, your chest heaving for air. “handled it. you’re welcome.”

you glared up at him, your tears only seeming to amuse him further.

“what? now you’re mad?” he said, his crooked, cocky grin pulling wider as he guided you back toward him. “don’t give me that look. it’s not like you made any effort to stop me.”

he pushed forward again, the weight of him on your tongue stealing the chance for a comeback. he groaned low as his hips began to move again, forcing your head to follow his rhythm.

“god,” he muttered, his head tipping back. “everytime i see you leave with him, i think about this. your pretty mouth, your messy face—” he tightened his grip, forcing you down until your throat tightened around him. “—and i wonder if he even has a fucking clue.”

each thrust sent a muffled sound spilling from your lips as you dug your nails into his thighs, another stream of tears pouring freely down your cheeks now. but the little sobs bubbling in your chest didn’t matter. not to him.

he finally yanked you back with a harsh tug to your hair, followed by a string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. he pulled you unceremoniously to your feet, spinning you back toward the sink.

“not done with you yet,” he rasps, his voice breathless but sharp.

his hands slammed your hips into the counter, the mirror rattling as his cock pressed back inside you with one brutal thrust. the gasp you let out fogged the mirror’s surface, body collapsing forward with the forceful weight of him.

“don’t tell me i ruined your fun,” he sneered, his hips snapping against you so hard it left bruises blooming under his fingertips. “because by the way you’re dripping...” his hand slid lower, brushing the slick between your thighs and bringing it up to your lips, smearing it deliberately. “you’re loving every second of it.”

you met his eyes in the mirror, your cheeks flushed and streaked with tears, your glare melting into something glassy and dazed as his thrusts dragged you closer and closer to the edge.

“you’re mine,” he groaned against your ear, voice breaking as his pace grew more erratic. “you and that fucking boyfriend of yours— he can’t save you from me. he can’t have you, y/n. not like this.”

your stomach twisted at the words, your head spinning as heat consumed every inch of your body. you hated the way it fueled something deep inside you, pulling you further under with every sharp thrust.

your chest pressed against the counter, your breath ragged, your body caught between shame and something hotter that you couldn’t push down no matter how hard you tried.

his hand slipped from your mouth down to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

“say it,” he demanded, “say you’re mine.”

you tried to hold back, your jaw tight, but the pressure at your throat and the pace of his hips broke you down. you managed a choked sound, barely audible.

“louder,” he snapped, squeezing harder this time, his reflection glaring into yours. “say it, or i’ll call him back right now and let him listen.”

your resolve cracked completely. “i-i’m yours,” you gasped, the words breaking like glass out of your throat, leaving you raw.

“again,” seungmin ordered, his grin widening, his tone cruel. his hips snapped forward sharply.

“i’m yours!” you cried out, the guilt burning your face as the words left your lips.

his smirk was instant, satisfaction brimming in his dark eyes. “that’s what i thought.”

his strokes became merciless, fucking you harder as his hand left your throat and slid back to your hips, dragging you against him roughly until your legs trembled, threatening to give out completely.

“all those nights you sneak out to meet him,” he hissed, his voice like venom, “and you come back here, on your knees for me. you think he’d still want you if he knew you let me use you like this?”

your nails dug into the counter harder, the shame rolling off you in waves.

“that’s it,” he rasped, his breath quickening against your ear. “that’s what you’re good for. not church, not some respectable image mom keeps talking about. this. being the perfect little sister for me.”

his words shouldn’t have sent the heat surging through your body the way they did, shouldn’t have made that coil deep within you tighten and snap as your release hit like a wave. your moans were muffled against your own arm as your body shook violently, muscles clenching around him, dragging a guttural groan out of his chest.

his hand left bruises on your hips, forcing you back into him with each harsh thrust until his own release followed. his breath hitched before spilling in hot, deep pulses, his forehead resting against the back of your shoulder briefly as he came down.

neither of you spoke.

his weight pressed into your back for only a second before he shoved away, tucking himself back into his sweats, not even acknowledging what just happened.

you pushed off the counter slowly, your vision still hazy, the sound of your unsteady breathing filling the small bathroom.

he leaned lazily against the doorframe, expression completely unbothered.

“better make yourself presentable before she decides to come find you,” seungmin muttered, his tone calm, detached, like this was just another chore to him.

you didn’t say a word, even as you fixed him with a look that held all the resentment you couldn’t swallow. you snatched up your hoodie from the floor and threw it on, covering yourself quickly. your knees wobbled as you reached for the door handle.

you didn’t look back.

redraw of this old piece of mine from 2021:

Demon of when you stay up so late that you hear the birds sing and see the sun rise.