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Which is why, on the same spectrum, you’ve been seeing Jay. You hit it off after meeting at a party way before you even knew Jake, and you found yourself letting a random, yet revoltingly attractive, man fuck your throat for the first time—all after merely knowing each other for an hour. Guess the alcohol settled in sooner.

Since then, you’ve had a periodic fuck-and-dip situation.. As friends of course. It even persisted during your relationship with Jake, to which he’s absolutely clueless about. He doesn’t even know who the guy is.

You and Jay have had sex, and any sexual encounters, more times than there are letters in the alphabet. Or something like that, you’ve stopped counting ever since he pressured you to go on birth control.

So, you left Jake utterly astonished when the two of you had sex for the first time. You sucked him dry until he was gripping onto your hair for dear life, and later riding him into oblivion until his cock was milked empty.

He raised an eyebrow to it, questioning how sickeningly good you are at leaving him spent for someone with no experience. At least, that’s what you told him.

You nearly felt your forged, innocent, virgin persona shatter before brushing it off with a shitty excuse. “I just watched a bunch of porn!”

But was it really shitty if Jake believed you with the same, hopeful smile he gives you every time you lie in order to protect your affair with Jay?

The guilt’s been eating at you for as long as you can remember. Yet, whenever Jay sent you a photo of his dick in his palm under the random number you set as his contact name, you told your boyfriend you had “last-minute plans” with your friends and showed up to Jay’s house in 10 minutes.

Hence, where you are now.

“Fuck, doll.. Y’know where home is at, don’t you?” Jay lands a pricking slap to your ass cheek, his gaze glaring down as you back yourself onto him, cock plunging into your hole every time your ass meets his pelvis.

The piercing sensation elicits a whiny moan to fall from your lips, fingers clutching at the sheets. This was, what, the third time he’s been inside you this month?

Your thighs burn from constantly working yourself on his cock, but each drag of his tip against that sweet, spongy spot of yours has you chasing a high that you never want to end. Your creamy folds clamp around his shaft, provoking Jay to hiss and smack your ass once more.

This is what Jake lacked. You couldn’t imagine a world in which he’d make you feel this good, even though Jay had triple the experience.

“You’re—shit—tighter this time.. Did your guy not give you enough love? Ya missed me that much, slut?” He fists your hair with one hand as the other firmly grips your ass, barely guiding your strokes as he yanks your head back.

Your eyes roll back in overwhelming ecstasy, babbling a small, “M-mhffm! Wan’ you s’ bad, baby!” Jay knowingly grinned, soothing his palm over your flushed ass cheek before giving it another harsh smack. “That’s fuckin’ right.. The guy’s probably a loser anyway.”

You cared enough about Jake to defend him from any snarky comments, but you’re so full of Jay’s cock to even argue.

You whine as your movements become sloppy, backing yourself onto him at an annoyingly messy pace. Jay steps in, clamping both hands on your hips and slamming your ass onto his pelvis repeatedly.

“O-ooh, Jay! Fuck!” Your eyes flutter shut, the wave of bliss soon-approaching as your cunt squeezes his shaft tighter. His breaths become ragged, pulling apart your cheeks to drink in the view of your pussy swallowing him. “Tight bitch,” he mumbles under his breath.

One hand slips beneath your legs, circling and pinching your clit until he sees your legs shudder. “Where do ya want it, doll?” His balls dangle, heavy with each drive of his hips. “Inside, pleaseplease! Wan’ your cum in me!”

“Y-yeah.. there ya go. Jacob’s never came inside this pretty pussy, huh? Can’t treat her right?” Aside from the fact that he got your boyfriend’s name terribly wrong, a groan gets caught in his throat as his cock plunges into your hole a few more times, right until his hot spurts fill your aching, raw walls.

“A-aughh—Shit!” Your cry gets muffled from the mattress being pressed against your face, the knot in your stomach coming undone as your squirt gushes out onto his silken sheets.

He pulls out with a rough breath, hands leaving your body in mere seconds, as if you were just a toy to fuck. His footsteps fade as he goes into the bathroom to clean himself off, leaving you bare and spent on his bed.

“His name’s Jake.. not Jacob,” you mutter, the guilt settling in once again.

You swear this’ll be the last time.

“Whatever, better pray he doesn’t find out.”

And Jay’s right, you can only pray that Jake won’t discover your disgusting antics—that is having another guy be balls deep inside you every month.

the soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains decorating the windowsills of your shared bedroom. subtle tinges of vanilla essence, wafting around from the dimly-lit candle on the nightstand dissapated amidst the confines of the room. seungmin was always observant - he certainly knew you better than you did. every preference of yours - whether it be the temperature of the apartment thermostat or the amount of creamer you liked in your coffee, it was his to keep and cherish, locked away in the expanse of his mind. today was different though, the night sky was the same cloak of pitch black, the stars painted across the horizon, freckled and pure and the sweet air of seoul, laced with the sugary street-food stall aroma and faint remains of korea's highways. it was a day that marked another year of being together with seungmin.

as the grainy, digital clock on the bedside table struck 12, seungmin propped himself onto his elbows, slightly sitting up - his gaze drifting from the side-table to you.

"happy anniversary, jagi." he said, his voice filled with admiration and sleep.

"happy anniversary, min." you replied, adorning a soft smile.

even whilst you wore mismatched hello kitty and skzoo pajamas, one of your socks off and hidden amidst the covers and your hair slightly tousled from drowsiness, seungmin looked at you as if you'd hung the moon and etched the stars in the sky yourself.

he slightly pushed up, kissing your forehead and tracing your jaw with a reverance boardline worship.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you giggled.

"like what?" he replied, cocking a small smirk.

"i don't know . . like i'm somehow the most important person in the whole world?"

"that's because you are, you know." he replied softly. "you mean so much to me."

his eyes slowly drifted to the warmth of your hand. he brought it up to his lips, landing a sweet kiss on it.

"another year . . time flies. i still remember when you were too shy to ask for my number." you giggled softly, the memory still fresh in your mind.

"yea, guilty as charged." he simply said, a lopsided grin tugging at his mouth.

the room drifted into silence - not awkward silence, but a comforting and nostalgia-filled silence that spoke louder than words alone.

"i was so nervous . ." seungmin began. "i rehearsed what i was going to say at least fifty times."

you turned slightly to look him in the eye, the rumpled reflection of you glistening from his irises. "you were adorable, you know? you were so awkward, i was so close to thinking you were going to combust on the spot."

"hey, it worked didn't it? where are we now?" he huffed, feigning offence, though the corners of his lips betrayed him.

"it sure did."

another pause settled, more prominent this time - but not in a charged way. It was almost reverent, like the two of you were silently acknowledging everything that had led you here. every conversation that bled into the early hours of dawn, every small argument over something so blatantly stupid like who misplaced the tv remote or who forgot to reply to the others text, every laugh that echoed too loudly in quiet places.

seungmin shifted closer, tracing absent-minded patterns with the pads of his fingertips through your button-up top. "i don't think i've explicitly told you this."

"yea?"

"ever since . . we made it official . . years ago, you've changed so much for me. usually, i have alot of regrets. i always think to myself, 'oh seungmin, you could've hit that note more smoother' or 'i could've transposed that key down to make the composition sound more in tune', i think that about everything. but not with you. there was and never will be any regrets when it comes to you. i've learnt to live in the moment with you. i've come to a realisation that i don't feel worried when i'm with you- well . . not in that way, of course i'm always worried about you . . but not in a way that poses any regrets."

"min. . . " you started.

"i love you, y/n. more than anything or anyone. you've made me a better person."

"i love you more, min. happy anniversary. i'm glad it's you."

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