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You met in the library every Tuesday afternoon. Same table, same corner, same routine. You were already there when he walked in, and you felt that familiar flutter in your chest.

He dropped his bag on the floor, and you watched him settle into the chair across from you. His hair was messy, like he'd been running his hands through it. He looked tired but happy, that easy smile already on his face.

"Professor let us out early," he said, grinning.

"Lucky you."

"Lucky us." He leaned forward. "Now I get to spend extra time with my favorite person."

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed. The usual performance.

"Your favorite person? What about Heeseung?"

"Heeseung doesn't bring me cookies."

"You only like me for my baking."

"And your cute personality." He grinned.

You laughed softly, the soft, sweet laugh you'd perfected. It made people think you were shy and made them want to protect you.

Jake fell for it every single time.

"You're studying already?" He peered at your notes. "Midterms aren't for another week."

"I like to be prepared."

"You're going to get a perfect score. You always do."

"It's not about perfect scores." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's about understanding the material."

He chuckled then his eyes lingered on you for a moment too long. "Hey, are you free this weekend? The boys are having a party, nothing crazy. Just people."

You tilted your head. "People?"

"Okay, lots of people. But it's at Jay's place, so it'll be chill. Well, as chill as Jay's place gets."

You considered it. You'd been to a handful of parties with Jake before, and you'd spent the night in the corner, sipping water and smiling politely while his friends tried to talk to you.

"Maybe," you said. "I'll think about it."

"Don't think too hard." He grinned. "You might hurt yourself."

You swatted his arm. He laughed.

And you watched the way his eyes crinkled, the way his whole face lit up and you thought about how easy it would be to tell him the truth.

But you didn't. Because whatever this was, was too much fun.

The party at Jay's house was on a Saturday night.

You wore something soft and innocent. A pale pink loose top that fell off one shoulder, jean skirts that were just tight enough to be cute but not too tight. Your hair was down, and you'd put on just enough makeup to look like you weren't wearing any.

You fitted the image of the innocent sweetheart so perfectly but deep down you were a girl who was anything but innocent.

The house was packed when you arrived. Music vibrated through the walls, and the smell of cheap beer and drunk students filled the place. You pushed through the crowd, smiling politely at people who recognized you, nodding at the ones who called out your name.

Y/N! Hey! You made it!

The sweetheart is here!

Where's your boyfriend?

You laughed at that one. Soft and shy. "Jake's not my boyfriend. We're just friends."

"Sure," the guy said, winking. "Whatever you say pretty."

You found Jake in the kitchen, surrounded by his friends. His head was thrown back laughing at something, his whole body relaxed in a way it never was around you. Around you he was careful and gentle. Like you might break.

It used to make you feel special. Now it just made you want to scream.

"Y/N!" He spotted you and crossed the room in quick strides. "You came."

"Told you I would." You smiled up at him. "You look nice."

He always did but tonight he'd made an effort dark baggy jeans, a fitted white shirt, his hair pushed back from his forehead. He also looked like he'd been drinking.

"You look nice too," he said. "You always look nice. But like. Tonight. You look really-" He stopped himself, clearing his throat. "Do you want a drink?"

"Water's fine."

"Of course it is." He grinned, reaching into the fridge. "Water for the sweetheart."

You watched him, your expression soft and eyes wide. The perfect picture of innocence. Jake's hand found the small of your back, a warm, possessive weight as he introduced you to yet another friend whose name you'd forget in seconds. You smiled, demure, your fingers curled around a glass of water that had long gone warm. You were the perfect picture of sweetness, his sweetheart, the girl who sipped water at a party full of cheap beer and bad decisions.

"I'm gonna grab another round with the guys," Jake leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You okay here?"

You nodded, your lashes fluttering. "I'm fine. I think I'm going to find the bathroom."

He kissed your temple, a soft gesture that made something in your chest tighten, though you weren't sure if it was guilt or amusement. "Don't wander off too far."

You gave him a delicate smile, the kind that made him melt and slipped through the crowd. The hallway to the bathroom was darker, the music muffled by the walls. You pushed the door open, but before you could step inside, a hand shot out, caging you against the wall.

"Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart."

Your heart didn't jump. You knew that voice, the voice that had haunted a handful of late nights a couple weeks ago.

Jeno. A knowing smirk curling his lips as he looked down at you. He was taller than you remembered, or maybe you just forgot how he towered.

"Jeno." You let his name roll off your tongue. "What are you doing here?"

"Same as you, probably." His eyes dipped down, tracing the short of your skirt and the way your chest rose and fell. "Looking for trouble."

You laughed, a soft breathy sound that wasn't quite innocent. "I'm not looking for anything."

"No?" He stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing yours. He tilted his head, his gaze sharp. "Does he know what you look like when you're not playing the part?"

A shiver ran down your spine and he saw it. The way your breath hitched and he laughed. His hand slid to your waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of your hip.

"Been thinkin about you," he murmured, his mouth trailing down the column of your neck. "Thinking about that night. You remember?"

"Which one?" you whispered, your voice dipping into something husky, something that wasn't the sweet, water drinking girl Jake thought he knew. "You'll have to be more specific."

"Fucking brat." He nipped at your collarbone and you arched into him, a soft, approving hum escaping your lips.

You let him push you a little farther into the shadows, let his hands wander, let his mouth find yours. It was all heat and teeth and a quiet desperation. His tongue swept against your lower lip, and you bit down, just hard enough to make him groan.

"Still a menace," he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

You licked your lips, tasting him, tasting the lie you were about to tell. "Maybe," you said, tilting your head, all innocence and invitation. "Catch me later."

He grinned, a flash of white in the dim light. "Count on it."

And then he was gone back into the party, leaving you pressed against the wall, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. You took a moment to compose yourself. You smoothed your skirt, ran your fingers through your hair, and checked your reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror by the bathroom door. Your eyes were bright, your lips a little swollen, your cheeks flushed.

You walked back to the living room, weaving through the crowd until you found Jake. When he saw you, his whole face softened.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.

You leaned into him, letting your body sag against his like you were exhausted and overwhelmed. You pressed your face into his shoulder, and you could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat, so steady so trusting.

"Just a lot," you murmured, your voice muffled. "Can we go? I think I need some air this party is a lot for me."

His hand came up to stroke your hair, gentle, so fucking gentle. "Of course. Let's get you out of here."

He said his goodbyes, slapping backs and shaking hands, his arm never leaving your waist. You walked out into the cool night air, and he opened the car door for you, his eyes soft with concern.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked, buckling his seatbelt.

You looked at him, the streetlights casting shadows across his earnest face. You smiled, slow and sweet, and reached across to squeeze his hand.

"I am now," you said. "Let's go."

And as he pulled away from the curb, you let your head fall back against the headrest, your lips curling into a secret, satisfied smile.

The warm morning air hit you as you walked across campus, your bag slung over one shoulder, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Jake walked beside you, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, rambling about something his professor said that made no sense. You nodded along, making the right sounds of interest, your mind still half asleep.

Then you saw him.

Jeno was leaning against the brick wall near the exit, his arms crossed, that lazy smirk already in place. His eyes found you instantly, dark and knowing, and your step faltered for just a fraction of a second.

"Hey, sweetheart," he called out, pushing off the wall and walking toward you. "Been looking for you, as always."

Jake's brow furrowed. He glanced between you and Jeno, his posture straightening. "You know him?"

Before you could answer, Jeno was there, too close, his voice dropping low. "Where were you last night? I waited."

You felt your stomach flip. "I left early," you said, keeping your voice even and your eyes innocent. "I wasn't feeling well."

"Bullshit." Jeno laughed. "You weren't feeling well, or you were feeling too good? Because I remember you feeling pretty damn good when we were-"

"Back up," Jake cut in, stepping between you and Jeno. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, almost like a warning. "She said she wasn't feeling well. Take the hint."

Jeno's eyes flicked to Jake, assessing him. A slow grin spread across his face. "Oh, this is him? The best friend?" He looked past Jake, straight at you. "You didn't tell him, did you? About us?"

Your heart hammered, but you kept your face soft, confused. "There's nothing to tell. We talked a few times. That's all."

"Talked?" Jeno's laugh was louder this time. "Is that what we call it now? Because I remember your mouth being pretty busy for just talking."

Jake tensed, his jaw clenching. "What are you talking about?"

"Jake, ignore him," you said quickly, reaching for his arm. "He's just trying to cause trouble. He's always been like this."

Jeno's eyes narrowed. "Always been like this? Baby, you used to love the way I am." He stepped closer, ignoring Jake entirely. "You gonna pretend last night didn't happen too? Or the other nights when-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, your voice trembling just enough. You pressed closer to Jake, letting your fingers curl into his sleeve. "You're scaring me."

Jeno's smirk faltered. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes confusion, maybe even hurt. But then it was gone, replaced by cold amusement. "Right. Of course. You're so good at that, aren't you? Playing the victim."

"Get lost," Jake said, his voice hard. He stepped forward, putting himself fully between you and Jeno. "She said she doesn't know you. That's enough."

Jeno held up his hands, backing away slowly. His eyes never left yours. "Fine. But you can't run forever, sweetheart." He winked, a cruel, knowing gesture. "We both know you'll come back eventually."

He turned and walked away, hands in his pockets, whistling some tune.

Jake stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then he turned to you, his expression softening, concern replacing the anger. "You okay? Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head, letting your eyes well up just a little. "I don't know why he's like that. We barely even talked. He just... he won't leave me alone."

"Hey, hey." Jake pulled you into a hug, his arms warm and solid around you. "It's okay. He's gone. I'm not gonna let him bother you."

You buried your face in his chest, letting out a shaky breath. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Always," he murmured into your hair. "Come on, let's get you to class."

You walked together, your hand in his, your steps slow and careful. Jake kept glancing at you, checking, making sure you were okay.

"Oh, by the way," he said, breaking the silence. "I'm going out with the boys for dinner tonight. But I was thinking after, I could come over? Watch the new Toy Story with you?"

You looked up at him, your smile soft and grateful. "I'd like that."

"Cool." He grinned, squeezing your hand. "I'll bring snacks. The good popcorn."

"My favorite," you said, your voice sweet as honey.

You walked into the building together, and Jake held the door for you, his gaze warm and trusting. You stepped past him, and for just a second, over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Jeno across the quad. He was watching you still, arms crossed, that smirk firmly back in place.

You turned away, your smile never wavering. You let him watch. You knew exactly what you were doing.

The restaurant was buzzing, warm light spilling over the table where Jake sat with his friends. The whole crew, all of them crammed into a corner booth, drinks half empty.

Ni-ki was scrolling through his phone, barely paying attention to the conversation, when he suddenly burst out laughing. Like, full on wheezing, slapping the table, tears forming in his eyes kind of laughing.

"Bro, what the hell?" Jay asked, reaching over to smack his arm. "You good?"

Ni-ki couldn't even speak. He just shoved his phone across the table, pointing at the screen. "Look. Look at this idiot."

Sunghoon grabbed it first, his eyebrows shooting up. Then he started laughing too, shaking his head. "Oh my god. Oh my GOD."

"What? What is it?" Sunoo leaned over, and within seconds, he was cackling, covering his mouth.

Heeseung took the phone, read whatever was on it, and let out a low whistle. "Damn. Jeno's down bad."

Jake frowned, setting down his beer. "What about Jeno?"

"Your girl's got that man whipped," Ni-ki said, still giggling. "Look."

He passed the phone to Jake. It was Jeno's Instagram story a photo of him looking all love sick, texting someone, with the caption: "She left me on read again. Should I double text? Asking for a friend (it's me, I'm the friend)."

Jake stared at it for a second, then let out a weird laugh. "Wait, you think he's talking about-"

"Bro, who else would it be?" Jay laughed, grabbing the phone back. "Your girl's got him wrapped around her finger. It's actually kinda sad. Look at him bro he's a mess."

"Okay, but that's crazy," Sunghoon said, scrolling through more of Jeno's story. "Like, look. He's posting thirst traps now, because she didn't reply."

Ni-ki was wheezing again. "Bro is on his hands and knees for her. Literally posted a black screen with 'come back' in the lyrics of some sad song."

"He's got it baaaad," Sunoo added, wiping his eyes.

Jake was quiet, but he was smiling, a little confused. "I mean... she's sweet, but she's not like... she's not that type of person to entertain him. He's such a fuck boy and well she's innocent, she's never even-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Jay held up a hand, choking on his drink. "Did you just say innocent?"

"Yeah?" Jake blinked. "She's shy. She's not into all that stuff. She told me-"

"Bro." Heeseung leaned forward, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you serious right now?"

"What do you mean?"

Ni-ki was still scrolling on his phone while laughing. "Okay, okay. Let me tell you something. Do you know Yeonjun? Basketball guy?"

"The star player? Yeah, I know him. What about him?"

"You know the championship game last semester? The one where he went crazy and dropped like 40 points?"

Jake nodded slowly.

Ni-ki was barely containing himself. "Apparently, your sweet, innocent girl gave him a little pre game 'motivation' in the locker room. If you know what I mean."

Jake stared at him. "What?"

"Like," Sunghoon made a gesture with his hand near his mouth, "you know. The good luck kind."

"Bullshit," Jake said immediately. "She would never."

"Oh, she would." Heeseung was laughing now too. "And she did. The whole team was talking about it. Walked out with her lipgloss smeared and everything. He played like a god that night."

"There's no way-" Jake started, but Jungwon cut him off.

"Okay, okay, but that's just the start. You guys heard about the threesome rumor, right?"

"The WHAT?" Jake's voice cracked.

Sunghoon was wheezing now. "Oh my god, yes I have. Bro, there was a rumor going around last year that she-"

"Okay, I don't think it was confirmed," Jay interrupted, still grinning. "But people were saying she had a thing with two guys from the soccer team. At the same time. In the equipment room."

"THAT'S NOT REAL." Jake's face was red now, his eyes wide. "That's literally not real. She wouldn't- she's not like that."

"She literally gave good luck head to a basketball player," Ni-ki said flatly. "In a locker room. Before a game. With other guys in there."

"I could've sworn she told me she was studying that night!" Jake yelled, throwing his hands up.

His friends all looked at each other for a second. Then they burst out laughing again.

"Bro..." Sunghoon shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, but your girl is far from innocent."

"She's literally got Jeno begging and Jeno never begs," Heeseung added. "And you're over here thinking she's never been touched? She's been touched, man. By a lot of people probably."

"And you think she's shy," Sunghoon added, snickering. "She's got three different guys on the line and you think she's shy."

"That is crazy," Ni-ki laughed even more seeing Jeno post a picture of you and him cuddled up with a corny caption in attempts to get you back. "Bro is literally the backup option and he doesn't even know."

"I am not the backup option," Jake snapped. But even as he said it, his voice wavered.

They all stared at him for a second.

Then Heeseung lost it. "Oh my god. You are the backup option!"

"NAH, HE'S THE SAFETY NET," Jay shouted, cackling.

"The nice guy," Jungwon added. "The one who takes her to dinner and walks her to class while Jeno gets the late night texts."

"This is the funniest thing I've ever heard," Ni-ki wheezed, slamming his hand on the table. "Bro thought she was saving herself for him!"

"Guys, she literally has Jeno posting love songs for her at 1 AM," Sunghoon snorted. "And she's probably still responding to him. While you're over here playing Toy Story with her."

Jake's face was burning. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched under the table. "Okay. That's enough."

But they couldn't stop laughing.

"This is insane," Heeseung said, shaking his head. "You were out here thinking she's this innocent little angel while she's got damn near the whole campus on speed dial."

"I'm leaving," Jake muttered, pushing back from the table.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Ni-ki called after him. "Bro, don't be mad. It's just funny! She's got you both wrapped around her finger and you don't even know."

Jake grabbed his jacket, his face of embarrassment. "I'm not wrapped around anyone's finger."

"Sure you're not," Jay called after him, still laughing. "That's why you lend her your sweaters and she wears them while making out with Jeno!"

"SHUT UP!" Jake yelled back, but his friends just howled with laughter as he stormed out of the restaurant.

The cool night air hit his face. He stood there on the sidewalk, breathing hard, his phone feeling heavy in his pocket.

He pulled it out. Your message was still there, sitting pretty: "Can't wait to watch Toy Story with you tonight. You're the best <3"

He stared at it for a long moment.

And then, despite everything, despite all of it, he laughed. A dry, humorless, disbelieving laugh.

He was literally the backup option. The nice guy. The one you watched Disney movies with while you're out there doing all that.

He shoved his phone and started walking to your place despite his head and heart racing.

The door clicked shut behind Jake, and you were already there, all soft smiles and warm eyes, your hair falling in gentle waves around your shoulders. You were wearing one of his hoodies and you looked so sweet, so perfectly innocent, that something twisted painfully in his chest.

"Hey, you're early!" you said, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. "I was just getting the popcorn ready. Toy Story's all queued up."

He didn't hug you back. His hands stayed at his sides, stiff and unmoving.

You pulled back, your brow furrowing. "Jake? What's wrong? You seem off."

He walked past you into the living room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He stood there for a moment, staring at nothing.

"Jake, you're scaring me," you said softly, coming up behind him. "Talk to me."

He turned around slowly, his eyes searching your face. "My friends told me some things tonight."

"Okay?" You tilted your head, that perfect confused expression on your face. "What kind of things?"

"About you." His voice was tight. "About Jeno. About... a lot of stuff."

Your face didn't change. Not even a flicker. "Jake, I already told you. Jeno's obsessed with me. He's been spreading lies-"

"They weren't lies." His voice cracked. "They showed me his story. The picture of you. On top of him. Wearing my hoodie."

You went very still.

"They told me about Yeonjun too," he continued, his voice getting stronger, harder. "The basketball player. The locker room. Before the championship game." He laughed bitterly. "And I was sitting there telling them you were innocent. That you'd never been with anyone. That you were shy and sweet and-"

"Jake-"

"And then Sunghoon mentioned the soccer players," he cut in, his eyes burning. "The threesome rumor. And I didn't want to believe it. I thought they were messing with me.

You opened your mouth, but he kept going.

"They were laughing at me, you know. All of them. Because I was sitting there defending you like an idiot. Ni-ki was literally crying he was laughing so hard. Saying I was the backup option. The safety net. A nice guy who takes you to dinner and watches Disney movies while everyone else gets-" He stopped, his voice breaking.

Your face had gone pale, but you recovered quickly. You stepped closer, reaching for him.

"Jake, listen to me-"

"Why did you lie to me?" His voice was quiet now, raw. "Why did you make me believe you were someone you're not?"

"Because I was scared." you said, your voice trembling. "Jake, I was so scared. I knew what you thought of me. You looked at me like I was this... this pure, good person. And I wanted to be that for you. I wanted to be the girl you thought I was."

"But you weren't."

"I know, and I hated myself for it. Every time you looked at me with those eyes, like I was something special, I felt so guilty. Because I knew I didn't deserve it.

He stared at you, his expression unreadable.

"But I wasn't pretending about you," you continued, your voice breaking. "I wasn't pretending about how I feel. You're the only one who's ever made me feel like I mattered. Like I was worth something. All those other guys? They were nothing. They were distractions. But you-" You reached up and cupped his face. "You're everything, Jake. You're the only thing that's ever felt real."

He didn't pull away. He stood there, frozen, his heart warring with his head.

"I don't care about Jeno," you whispered, your thumb stroking his cheek. "I never cared about him. He was just someone to pass the time. But you? You're the one I think about when I can't sleep, the one I want to come home to. You're the one who actually sees me."

"I don't even know who you are anymore," he said, but his voice was weaker now.

"Yes, you do." You pressed closer, your bodies almost touching. "You know me better than anyone. You know I make bad choices because I don't think I deserve good things. But when I'm with you, I feel like maybe I could deserve them. Like maybe I could be better."

His hands came up, hesitantly, to rest on your waist.

"I was so scared you'd leave if you found out," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I couldn't handle that. I can't lose you, Jake. You're all I have."

He swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can trust you."

"Then let me prove it." You rose on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.

He didn't respond at first. He just stood there, stiff and uncertain. But you didn't give up. You kissed him softly, gently, your fingers threading into his hair, your body pressing against his.

"Please," you murmured against his lips. "Please don't leave me. I can't- I can't do this without you."

"Baby..." His voice cracked.

"Let me make it better," you whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "Let me make you forget all of it. Everything they told you. Everything you saw. Just let me show you how much you mean to me."

"I don't know-"

"Shh." You pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't think just feel."

You kissed him again, deeper this time, your tongue tracing his lower lip. His hands tightened on your waist, and you felt the tension in his body start to ease.

"Jake," you breathed against his mouth. "I only want you. I've always only wanted you."

He let out a shaky breath. "You mean that?"

"I mean it with my whole heart." You pulled back, looking up at him with those big, wide eyes. "I know I messed up. I know I lied. But I'll spend as long as it takes making it up to you. Just please don't leave."

He was quiet for a long moment. Then slowly, his hands slid up your back pulling you closer.

"I'm so stupid," he muttered.

"No." You shook your head, pressing another kiss to his jaw. "You're not stupid. You're kind, and sweet. You're everything I don't deserve."

"Stop saying that."

"It's true." You kissed the corner of his mouth. "But I want to try. I want to be the girl you think I am."

He cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head up. His eyes searched yours, looking for something. Whatever he found, it must have been enough, because he let out a long shaky breath.

"God, I'm so whipped," he muttered.

You let out a soft laugh, pressing your forehead to his. "Good. Because I'm whipped for you too."

And then his mouth was on yours, hungry and desperate, all his doubts and fears melting away. You walked him backward until his knees hit the couch, and he fell back, pulling you down with him.

You straddled his lap, settling comfortably against him, your hands resting on his chest. His hands gripped your thighs, his breathing uneven.

"Let me make you forget," you whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck. "Let me be the only thing you think about."

"You already are," he breathed. "You always have been."

You smiled against his skin, your fingers working at the buttons of his top.

"Good," you murmured. "Then let me show you what you've been missing."

Jake's hands were already pressing into the warm skin of your waist. You could feel him hard beneath you, his breath coming faster as you grind down against him.

"You gonna take care of me?" he asked, voice rough, hands sliding up your back.

"Mmhm," you hummed against his neck, kissing a slow path up to his ear. "But you gotta tell me what you want. I don't know anything, Jake. You gotta show me."

He let out a breathy laugh, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're so full of shit."

"Am I?" You pulled back, looking at him with those wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just a sweet innocent girl who never did anything with anyone. Remember? Never slept with Jeno, never gave Yeonjun good luck head, and never ever did I have a threesome. You told your friends that. You told everyone that."

His jaw tightened. He flipped you over so fast you gasped, your back hitting the couch, his body caging you in.

"You wanna play that game?" His voice dropped low, dangerous. "Fine. Let's play."

He yanked the hoodie up over your head, tossing it aside. Your chest was bare underneath, and his eyes darkened immediately.

"Look at you," he muttered, his thumb brushing over your nipple. "You been hiding these under my hoodie this whole time?"

You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. "Jake..."

"Shh." He leaned down, his mouth hovering over your nipple. "I'm showing you, remember? Since you don't know anything."

His tongue circled your nipple slowly, teasingly, before he took it into his mouth and sucked hard. You cried out, your fingers gripping and tugging his hair.

"Fuck," he breathed, pulling back to look at the wet mess he made all over your chest. "So perfect. I've been thinking about these for months. Dreaming about them. And you just let me walk around like an idiot while you were letting everyone else-"

"Jake, please-"

"Please what?" He pinched your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "Please stop? Please keep going? Use your words, baby. Since you're so innocent."

You whimpered, squirming beneath him. "Please don't stop. Please touch me."

"That's more like it." He lowered his head again, switching sides, his mouth hot. His hand traveled down your stomach, slipping past the waistband of your shorts.

"So wet," he murmured against your skin. "For someone who doesn't know anything, you're pretty good at soaking through your panties."

His fingers found your clit, circling slowly, and you bucked against his hand.

"That's it," he coaxed. "Show me what you like."

You rolled your hips, chasing his fingers, your head thrown back. "More, Jake. Please. I need-"

"You need what?"

"You. I need you inside me. Please."

He pulled his hand away, and you whined at the loss. But then he was standing, pulling you up with him, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Bedroom. Now."

You stumbled down the hall, his hand on your ass, pushing you forward. The second you reached the bed, he had you face down on the mattress, your shorts and panties ripped down your legs.

"Look at that," he breathed, his palm smoothing over your ass. "All mine. You know how long I've wanted this? How many nights I've laid awake thinking about bending you over."

He smacked your ass hard, and you cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure jolting through you.

"Count," he commanded.

"One," you gasped.

He spanked you again, the sound echoing in the room.

"Two!"

Another. Harder.

"Three!"

"Good girl." His hand soothed over the reddened skin. "See? You can follow instructions when you want to."

You heard the rustle of his jeans, the sound of his belt unbuckling. Then the mattress dipped, and his body was behind you, his chest pressing against your back.

"You want this?" he asked, his lips at your ear, his cock pressing against your wet folds. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Jake. I need it."

"Need what? Say it."

"I need your cock. Please. I need you to fill me up."

He pushed inside you in one smooth stroke, and you both moaned. He was thick, stretching you, and you gripped the sheets as he bottomed out.

"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "So tight. Fuck, baby. You feel so good."

He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, and the sound you made was almost inhuman.

"That's it," he grunted, setting a brutal pace. "That's my good girl. Taking it so well."

His hand snaked around your front, finding your clit, circling in time with his thrusts. You were already close, the pressure building.

"Please don't stop," you begged. "Please, I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me," he commanded. "Cum on my cock."

And you did, with a cry of his name, your walls clenching around him. He didn't slow down, fucking you through it, chasing his own release.

"Jake," you whimpered as he kept going, overstimulated but not wanting him to stop. "Jake, it's too much-"

"One more," he moaned. "You can give me one more."

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back. Before you could protest, his head was between your thighs, his mouth on you.

"ohh-" You jolted, your hands fisting in his hair. "Jake!"

He was relentless, his tongue lapping at your folds, his lips sucking your clit. He groaned against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body.

"Taste so sweet," he murmured. "Could eat you all fucking night."

And he did. He worked you with his mouth until you were an absolute wreck, until your thighs were shaking, until you came again with a broken sob, your hips bucking against his face.

He pulled back, his chin glistening, and kissed his way up your body.

"One more," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need one more, baby. Can you do that for me?"

"I don't- I can't-"

"Yes you can." He kissed you, and you tasted yourself on his lips. "You're gonna take it. All of it."

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, but before he could even unlock it, it started buzzing in his hand. He glanced at the screen, his jaw tightening slightly.

"It's Heeseung," he muttered, looking at you with an unreadable expression. "They're probably checking on me. Making sure I didn't do something stupid."

He answered the call, bringing the phone to his ear, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah?"

You could hear the muffled sound of voices on the other end, laughter in the background.

"Bro, you good?" Heeseung's voice crackled through. "You stormed out so fast. We were getting worried."

"I'm fine," Jake said, his voice steady, calm. "I'm at her place."

"Oh shit, really?" Jay said, yelling in the background. "Did you confront her? What happened? Is she crying? Did you-"

"I'm handling it," Jake cut in smoothly. "We talked, it's fine."

You watched him, a slow smile curling on your lips. He was so composed, so in control. It was almost cute.

You shifted on the bed, crawling toward him on your hands and knees. His eyes flickered to you, a warning in them, but you just tilted your head innocently.

"Jake? You still there?" Sunghoon's voice came through.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm here."

You reached out, your fingers trailing up his thigh. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

"Okay, well, we just wanted to make sure you were okay," Heeseung said. "You seemed pretty wrecked earlier."

"I'm fine," Jake repeated, his voice tighter now. "Really. Everything's good."

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. His hand came up, trying to push you away gently, but you just smiled against his skin.

"Bro, you sound weird," Ni-ki's voice chimed in. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, just tired." Jake's voice was strained now, his jaw clenched. "Listen, I gotta go. We'll catch up tomorrow."

"Wait, wait, wait-"

But you were already sliding down his body, your fingers wrapping around his cock. Jake's hand shot out, grabbing your shoulder, trying to push you back.

"Behave," he hissed under his breath, his eyes wide.

You just grinned up at him, all innocence, and lowered your mouth to him.

Jake sucked in a sharp breath, his hand flying to his mouth to muffle the sound.

"Jake? Hello?" Sunoo's voice piped through. "You still there?"

"Y-yeah," he managed, his voice cracking. "I'm here."

You took him deeper, your tongue swirling, and his hips bucked involuntarily. He gripped the sheets, his knuckles white.

"You sure you're okay, man?" Heeseung asked, sounding suspicious now. "You're breathing kinda heavy."

"Just... just tired," Jake choked out. "Long night."

You hummed around him, a soft, satisfied sound, and he nearly dropped the phone.

"Okayyyy," Jay said. "Well, we'll let you go. But seriously, if you need to talk about what happened-"

"Don't need to talk," Jake cut in, his voice strained. "I'm good. Everything's good. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Alright, bro. Take care."

"Bye."

He hung up and threw the phone onto the bed, his head falling back as a groan escaped his lips.

"What the fuck," he breathed, his hand coming down to grip your hair. "You're insane you know that?"

You pulled off just long enough to look up at him, your lips swollen, your eyes wide. "I just wanted to help you relax. You seemed so tense."

"Tense," he repeated, a disbelieving laugh escaping him. "You're going to be the death of me."

You smiled and took him back into your mouth, deeper this time, your hand working what your mouth couldn't reach. His hips bucked again, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice dropping lower. "You want everyone to know what a slut you are? Huh? You want them to hear?"

You moaned around him, loud and deliberate, your eyes fluttering closed.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You want them to know. You want everyone to know exactly what you are."

You pulled off again, a string of saliva connecting you to him. "Maybe," you whispered, your voice husky. "Maybe I want them to know who I really belong to."

He grabbed his phone unlocking it, his thumb swiping to the camera. He held it up, angling it so it captured you perfectly on your knees. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and your hair tangled in his fist.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

You obeyed instantly, your tongue darting out.

"Good girl." He smirked, pressing the record button. "Now show me what you do best."

You took him into your mouth, your eyes locked on the camera, a practiced, hungry look on your face. He let out a low groan, his free hand tightening in your hair.

"That's it," he breathed. "Look at you. So desperate for it. So hungry."

You moaned around him, your throat working as you took him deeper.

"Fuck," he gasped, his hips starting to thrust. "You love this, don't you? Love being on your knees for me."

You hummed in agreement, your hands gripping his thighs, pulling him closer.

"God, you're so good at this," he panted, the phone shaking slightly in his hand. "Look at you. Look at how well you take it."

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard, and his head fell back with a broken moan.

The room was thick with heat, sounds of your ragged breathing and the slick, wet noises that filled the space between you. Jake had you positioned just how he wanted. On your knees, your lips stretched around him as he fucked your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice strained. "Eyes on me."

You obeyed, looking up at him through your lashes, tears streaking your cheeks, saliva dripping down your chin. The sight of you like this, all wrecked, desperate, utterly his made his head spin.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice tight. "You want it? Want me to-"

You nodded frantically, your eyes begging, and he let out a strangled cry as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed everything, your eyes never leaving his, and when you pulled off, you licked your lips clean.

He pulled you up onto the bed, pushing you onto your back. "Open up," he said, and you obeyed immediately, your mouth falling open. He stroked himself a few times, then painted your lips, your cheeks, your chin with thick ropes of white. He moved lower, aiming for your chest, letting it drip down onto your tits, watching it pool in the hollow of your collarbone.

"Fuck," he breathed, his chest heaving. "Look at you. Look at what you let me do to you."

You were a mess with his cum splattered across you, dripping down your neck, pooling on your skin. And you loved every second of it.

He reached for his phone. "Don't move," he said. "I need to remember this."

He snapped a few photos of your ruined face, messy chest, the way you looked up at him like he was the only person in the world. His thumb swiped through the gallery, admiring his work.

You watched him, your heart racing. "Who are you gonna send those to?"

Jake glanced at you, his brow furrowing. "Huh? No one. They're for me. I was just gonna keep them."

You sat up slowly, letting the sheets fall away from your body. You reached out, trailing a finger down his chest. "Really? Just for you?"

"Yeah." He shrugged, setting the phone down. "Why? You want me to-"

"Maybe." You bit your lip, looking up at him through those innocent eyes that he knew by now were anything but innocent. "I want everyone to know who I belong to. Wouldn't want them to think I still belong to Jeno."

Something dark flickered in Jake's eyes. "Such a whore. You want everyone to see you like this? Want the attention?"

"Maybe," you repeated, your voice dropping to something low and sultry. "I want everyone to know I'm yours. Not his. Not anyone else's."

He swallowed hard, his cock twitching at your words.

"You want me to send it to the group chat?" he asked, his voice rough. "The boys? Want them all to see what you look like when you're being Jake's good girl?"

You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "Send it," you whispered. "Show them. I don't care. I just want them to know. I want everyone to know that I'm yours and only yours."

He pulled back, searching your face. "You're serious?"

"I've never been more serious about anything." You reached for his phone, pressing it into his hand.

He opened the group chat, the one with his six friends from the dinner. His thumb hovered over the screen.

"This is crazy," he muttered. "They are hornballs they're probably gonna-"

"Send it," you urged, your voice a low purr. "Don't you want them to see what you do to me? Don't you want them to know I'm yours?"

He selected the photos, your ruined face, messy chest, and desperate eyes. His thumb hit send.

"There," he said, tossing the phone aside. "Now they know exactly who you belong to."

You pulled him down into another kiss, your arms wrapping around him. "Good," you whispered against his lips. "Because I was always yours."

His phone started blowing up on the nightstand notifications piling up one after another. Jake reached for it, but you grabbed his hand, threading your fingers through his.

"Leave it," you murmured. "Focus on me."

He looked at you messy, ruined, beautiful and something possessive flared in his chest. He forgot about the phone, forgot about the boys, forgot about everything except the girl in front of him.

"Yeah," he breathed, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Yeah, okay. Just you."

The phone kept buzzing, but neither of you cared.

You positioned yourself on top of him, your hands resting gently on his chest. The weight of you settled against his thighs, and you could feel him beneath you, still hard and ready. But you didn't rush. You took your time, letting the moment stretch, letting him watch you.

"Hey," you whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Look at me."

His eyes found yours, hazy and warm, full of something that made your chest ache. You kissed him again, slow and deep, your tongue sweeping against his in a lazy rhythm.

"I've got you," you murmured against his mouth. "Just relax."

You reached down between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance. The tip pressed against you, and you let out a soft breath, your forehead falling against his.

"Ready?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, princess. I'm ready."

You sank down onto him, inch by inch. Your mouth fell open, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he filled you. His hands came up to grip your hips, but he didn't push or pull. He just held on, his thumbs stroking gentle circles against your skin.

"Fuck," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. "You feel..."

"Good?" you finished, a soft smile playing on your lips.

"Incredible," he corrected.

You stayed still for a moment, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him inside you. Your hands cupped his face, tilting his head up so you could look into his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," you whispered, and you meant it. In this moment, with his lips parted and his hair sticking to him, he was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

He let out a shaky laugh. "You're the one who's beautiful."

You shook your head, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "No, it's you. It's always been you."

And then you started to move.

Slow at first, your hips rolling in a gentle, circular motion. You rose up and sank back down, letting him feel every inch of you. His hands slid to your waist supporting you.

"Jake," you breathed, and his name on your lips made his eyes flutter shut.

"I'm right here," he murmured. "I'm not going anywhere."

You kept your pace slow, unhurried, savoring every moment. Your bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm, like you'd done this a thousand times before.

You leaned down, pressing your lips to his neck, trailing soft kisses along his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. He turned his head, catching your lips in a sweet soft kiss.

"This is..." he started, but he couldn't finish.

"I know," you whispered against his lips. "I know."

You could feel the tension building in his body, the way his breath caught with every movement.

"Don't stop," he breathed. "Please love don't stop."

"I won't," you promised. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

You could feel yourself getting close, the warmth building low in your belly. Your movements became a little more urgent, a little more desperate, but still slow.

"Jake," you gasped. "I'm close."

"Me too," he managed. "Together. I want to feel you cum with me."

You nodded, your forehead pressed to his. "Okay. Together."

And then it hit you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. You cried out, his name a broken whisper on your lips. You felt him follow, felt his hips buck up into you as he came, a groan escaping his throat.

You collapsed against him, your bodies tangled together, both of you trembling and breathless. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Stay with me," he murmured into your hair. "Just stay here. Please."

You smiled against his chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "I'm not going anywhere."

He tilted your chin up, catching your lips in a soft, tender kiss. Then another. And another. Each one softer than the last, each one saying everything words couldn't.

Then he laughed, a disbelieving, breathless sound.

"What?" you asked, propping yourself to look at him.

"I was so mad at you," he said, shaking his head. "And then you-" He gestured vaguely. "And now I barely even remember what I was mad about."

You smiled, innocent as ever. "That was the point."

He pulled you down, kissing you softly.

"I love you," he murmured against your lips. "I know I shouldn't. I know you're probably gonna destroy me. But I love you."

You kissed him back, your fingers carding through his hair.

"I love you too," you whispered. "And I'm never going to hurt you, Jake. You're mine. And I take care of what's mine."

He believed you. Of course he believed you.

And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If there's one thing you've always been, it's lucky.

Life for you comes set on easy mode, everything your heart desires coming to you in abundance. Good grades, great friends, luxury, high self-esteem and all the guys you could ever want. Versatile taste with looks that could kill have guys flocking to you in droves, on their knees with the promise of everything you already have. When you were younger, you indulged: tried out what the world had to offer but when men tripped over themselves to be with you, being paraded around as their arm candy began to wear off. You'd become a prop in someone's life, a background character in your own and it just wouldn't do. Your resort becomes restriction, not falling into the arms of the best-looking suitor, someone you thought looked best alongside you to fit everyone's image and became selfish because if men were, why couldn't you be?

Have your cake and eat it too. Some may say it's backwards, but it's none of their business what you do in your spare time. Your life is your life only and what better way to relieve the stress of endless assignment deadlines then a game of cat and mouse? Purposeful in your selection, your needs are met in the careful curation of your suitors' desires, done only to satisfy your own but never extended to entertain the prospect of a relationship. Because if there's anywhere the mere idea of a relationship is repulsive, it's the lawless bubble of uni.

The pattern unfolds as follows: feed your ego, get whatever else you need and dip because who are you, if not, a little evil?

It's a tactic that's served you well, sparing you from the tears you refuse wasting on men. It even serves you now, a means to end in the form of your latest target.

Sim Jaeyun comes into your life a part of a module project, a paired assignment that at least places you with the smartest person in class. Drafting up research is something well within your capabilities, except the program you're tasked with using is your worst enemy. An unnecessarily complicated software that with the workshops you missed first year too hungover to show, an attempt at catching up is futile. Even more so now when Jake allocates himself the task, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses with a giddy smile before he jots it down in a planner scribbled with Physics meets and 'Coding for fun!' as his hobby time. 

Nerdy isn't your usual type, but he's handsome to a fault. Soft slopes resembling a prince, especially when his eyes glitter. The itch manifests, his eagerness to make this as least stressful for you cementing him in your clutches. It warps the niceness of your brain, tactics of manipulation utilized as you play into cluelessness. Bend over for your dropped pen, somehow unaware a sliver of your panties peeks through all too short skirt. Lean impossibly close when he's inputting your study's results, hands resting on his arm, giving a good squeeze and glowing smile as you marvel at his work. You are impressed, but not enough to be fawning to such an extent. After he gulps down his lodge of nerves, offering to teach you in a shaky voice, you can't help but smile, sharp at its edges but a smile nevertheless, using the excuse to breach into more personal space until there's none left.

"You feel so good."

Fogged windows are your tell, alerting curious eyes of the nefarious activities occurring in Jake's beat up car. It's an upgrade from the grim state of low-lives you've regretfully slept with, but fucking in the same car your mother drives isn't ideal. It's the result of your pent-up self from the night before, texts sent to Jake going unread. Of course you have options, but Jake currently remains the only source of play you torment, a raspberry blown when you're forced to take matters into your own hands. You'd awoken to a flood of texts, rambled apologies and the promise to make things right. Always on your terms, because a life beyond that didn't exist for you. Therefore, you find yourself here, striking out with unavailable dorm rooms with a settlement of this ─ the backseat of his car. 

The car rocks with every bounce, the squelch between your legs amplified off the motor vehicle walls. Pants shake out your parted lips, Jake's lips bitten and quivering as he watches his cock disappear into you, velvety walls wrapping around him, coaxing him into sweet release. 

"Squeezing me so tight, I can't─" his whimpers pour, head thrown back before his throat bobs with a dire exhale. A trail of sweat trails down the column of his neck, tempting you. You're feral enough to hook your nails into the skin of his nape, licking the salt clean off his skin.

He's docile like this, drunk on you, deciding between which view is better: your cunt dragging up and down his flushed cock or your face, thinly veiled in sweat with a part of your lips that's too erotic for words. It tortures him, the pain and the pleasure, evidently heard in the chesty groan he gives, lips forming into a pout as his eyes grow vacant, drifting off far away into his own fantasies. Your ego doesn't need further boosting, but the flattery is nice ─ having someone so gone for you, they'll fawn over your smallest details. Hope to capture any piece of you they can and in the swampy muddle of Jake's thoughts, his intentions shine through. His lips purse, face drawing to yours in a kiss you see coming and don't reciprocate. The best he's given is the splay of your hand as you push him back, forehead against your palm, his head knocked back to the exposure of his neck. He's so sensitive there, one of the things you care to remember for him, your chuckle marrying into his skin as the sink of your teeth preludes the graze of your tongue.

Jake may as well fall apart then and there, the shake of his body speaking to his torment as his hips lift to meet yours, the smack of skin cursing your eardrums as his tip notches into your sweet spot, your claws sinking deeper. Your eyes close, moan softened by the clamp of your lips, pleasure bloomed in your stomach coming into fruition.

Amusement finds itself tickling your chest, cocky grin cracked as Jake continues to shake, all your doing. Your hand migrates to cup his cheek, other hand bound to the car's headrest as your weight's supported by Jake's hands beneath, fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass.

"Am I making you weak?" You don't bother hiding your chuckle, thumb brushing its way over to rest on his lips, his glossy eyes on yours. "You're cute,"

"Better when your mouth's busy."

The prompt parts his lips for your thumb, pillow lips engulfing the finger with a peer up at you best describes as true surrender. Unabashed and hopelessly wrapped around your finger.

Couldn't be you. 

Through the accumulated condensation, the mostly desolate parking lot incurs another vehicle, the rumble rocking beneath its wheels as loud music blares from its speakers. Your rhythm suffers, a minute buckle Jake catches you in, an exhale expelled from you as Jake shows his desperation, fingertips digging further as his hips buck up in haste, whines caught between your thumb then released. He thinks you're just as lost in this, body falling over his so his chin's tucked into the crook of your neck, his pants painting your feverish skin. However, you've just leaned forwards to get a better look, a peak of clear rear windshield confirming what you'd suspected all along. 

Heeseung's here.

In all the bids of attention men seek from you, his separates itself from others. Primarily because he doesn't even try, never spares the time nor a second glance. He simply exists outside your social circle, feeding into the emo, loner stereotype you thought people outgrew gossiping over at uni. Alias, he remains a permanent fixture in your mind, visiting you deep into the night when you're restless and reminiscing about how he strums his guitar and what other things he could do with his fingers. Calm and collected, he wears cool on his face, branding himself in beat up Doc Martens and Nu Metal rock band t-shirt, a genre you share a commonality in. It's the very same genre he blasts, Fred Durst's rant of breaking stuff cut off when Heeseung kills the car's engine. 

Your body reacts immediately, breath caught as you watch him haul out the flung open door, immediately lighting a cigarette he smokes against the side of his car. 

"God, you're soaked. I'm gonna come," Jake cries, reminding you of his presence. You cast him an ounce of curiosity, line of sight all pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. "Can I? Can I come inside? I don't wanna─"

His rambles get cut off when you've directed your gaze back at Heeseung, watching the cloud of smoke puff out his lips. At this point, he's nothing more than a blurred figure, the heat of working bodies shrouding the car in meant-to-be mystery. The charade only holds up for so long before someone notices, the someone being Heeseung as his head of pink hair tilts, gaze directed over at Jake's car. 

"Come in me," you mewl, coil tightened in your belly as your watchful eyes observe Heeseung creep towards the car. "I need it."

It couldn't be more obvious what occurs in the car's interior, your hips moving with intention as your eyes never leave Heeseung, the image of him pounding into you speed-running you to the cliff's edge. Moisture collects along your waterline, broken moan muffled into your circled arms as your walls clench in a suffocating squeeze, obscene squelches not doing enough to hide the rumble of Heeseung's approaching footsteps. They're only brought to a stall when Jake notches one last time into you, stars crossing your vision as you cry out with your release, Heeseung's name on the edge of your tongue. 

He never attends parties. 

Every club night, house party and in between has gathered fleeting moments where your eyes looked for him, Heeseung's presence never to be found. Perhaps he didn't care for the drunk crowd, better preferring the quiet of his room as Deftones lull in the background, immersing himself in whatever artistic hobby your mind could concoct. Fantasy fills the gaps left in the lack of interactions, your mind only left to wonder what kind of man he is behind the whispers of gossips, a torn artist with the sweetest voice, an iron-clad expression worn for the public with an immediate melt in the presence of loved ones. It's the exact scene that plays out before you as Heeseung's smokey eyeshadowed eyes cut across the room, landing on the figure that approaches him. Beomgyu, one of the more sociable emos who most likely extended the invitation to Heeseung, the bunch of his cheeks and the kindness of his eyes pouring as he gratefully accepts the drink handed to him. 

Your mind is everywhere all at once, diving across realms of possibilities, trying to explain his presence, how to approach him and whether your outfit is approach-worthy. It's attracted a lot of attention, hungry gazes cast your way, but in the same breath as your own satisfaction, you wonder: would he like my outfit? Would he give me the time of day? How do you not seem like a poser when you actually have the same─

"What's got your attention?" Jungwon's voice pierces through, your mirage broken. "Oh, your chemical romance is here." 

Eyes rolling to your best friend, your elbow nudges into his ribcage, a snickered yelp his response. "Can you not?"

"What? It's a good one, isn't it?" he beams a proud grin, shrouded in the darkness permeating the open-plan kitchen. A rainbow LED disco ball provides some glimmer of vision, the moonlight a supporting act as it streams through the kitchen's large windows, chatter and loud music dominating the space.

It's funny how in the chaos of it all, your mind narrows down to a single presence. Tucked away in the corner of the living room, on a leather couch as Heeseung chats with Beomgyu. He chips at his black nail polish, face brightening as Beomgyu relays a story full of animation, his friend catching the bug as his back lifts off the couch, an index finger pointed as he laughs. You don't hear it over the music, but you can only imagine what it sounds like.

Saying it leaves you floored is an understatement.

"You're gonna catch flies," Jungwon's hand lifts your jaw back into place, swatted away with a scowl sent his way. "Now you care when I'm handsy."

You grin as you straighten out your skirt, shimmying down the curves of your hips. "Wouldn't want you scaring away prospects," 

"Speaking in plurals when there is none," he gives a chuckle, head tipped to drink while his eyes remain on you. "You gonna approach him or am I taking you home tonight?"

Your head lifts, another roll of the eyes given in the face of his smugness. "You wish."

Then your gaze averts, because it's an inevitable in such circumstances. It happens by pure coincidence, the lock of your eyes, but it sends your chest into a violent ricochet. Seated right beside a lava lamp, Heeseung's side profile bathes in hues of sunset orange and resonate violet, his features soft and pretty, a stark contrast from the glimmer of piercings littering his face. What you'd assume is a gaze cast to Beomgyu is dismantled, his friend's figure vacant from the weathered leather couch, affording Heeseung the real estate to spread his legs, the tartan skirt over his jeans draping over his knees. As such, he looks to you, his chin slightly lifted in a leer of unspoken words. The lyrics of the thumping music boil into a babbled blur, softening to highlight the hard thump of your heart, beating at worrying speeds. It seeks to break free from the bruises of your chest, your hand white knuckling your drink yet still maintaining eye contact. 

The one thing you prided yourself on maintaining - initiating - turns on its head when roles are reversed, cotton ball caught in the lodge of your throat as Heeseung regards you. From head to toe, he gives you three quarters of his face with no known expression before his eyes settle back on your eyes again, taking their sweet time at the length of your skirt beforehand. His tongue then darts out, smoothed over the plump of his lip, a slick glide teasing the snake bites accented near the corners of his mouth. It's then you wonder like many times what they'd feel like against your tongue, run over in a wretched drag as you cup his chin in your hand, succumbing to your own rules, diving in for a kiss you can't resist because in the end, you'd deem it worth it. Worth the attachment and mess that always comes as a consequence.

The syrup of your stare clears in the middle, haloed in slow dribble as you witness the uptake of his mouth. On one-side, missable to the naked eye, but never yours. 

A sign, one you take and run with despite the rabbit in your chest, shoulders back as your legs take you towards him, the makeshift dancefloor clearing as the only way ahead leads to him. In the rash of your decision, your brain doesn't afford itself the luxury of anticipating what your first words may be to Heeseung, nor does it concern itself with anything else besides keeping your eyes on him, his stretch of satisfaction spreading as you stand over him, cracking a smile of your own. 

"This seat taken?" 

In the swarm of sloshed alcohol drinks and whispered proposals to head upstairs, Heeseung smiles at you, warm and inviting, ringed hand patting the open space the universe saves for you. And like every other good fortune tossed your way, you settle, no known nerves perceived except the slight tremour of your hand, engaging in your favourite pass-times. 

Volleyed flirting. 

"My taste's a bit all over the place, but divorced dad is where most my favourites skew," you joke later on, introductions and nervous chatter out the way.

You're more confident now, yourself with a straightened back and head tilted, smiling the same way you do when you've locked eyes with prey. However, what remains different in the game you've played with Jake is the absence of darted eyes, Heeseung headstrong as he observes you with the quiet confidence guys fawning over you rarely possess, babbling themselves into a hole you don't ruin your nails digging them out of. He's slouched a bit, legs still spread, extended knee a hairlength away from yours. He isn't the unreadable force you'd fuelled your fantasies with anymore, a sense of normalcy to him and yet, your heart's still set on him, the slim pickings of his personality given to you only heightening your attraction.

"Like Alice In Chains?"

"Yeah, Deftones, Queens of the Stone Age, Type O Negative, Stone Temple Pilots," you list, his impressed nods encouraging the flattery in your grin. "There was one house party where Unglued came on and I'd had some to drink,"

Your giggle interrupts you, attention lapsing momentarily at the buzz in your lap, your screen lighting up with texts. 

You wouldn't answer, not with the current matter at hand. 

"The kitchen counter and I made great friends that night. A video's probably saved in my friend's chat somewhere."

Heeseung gives a laugh, shielded by his fist, his bracelets jangling at the action. It's sincere, his shoulders lifted, almost pulled into himself as his eyes crinkle, their shine evident. You have to look away to calm the thunder in your chest.

"I would've paid good money to have seen it," he says, means it too in the soft expression he provides, your eyebrow raised in question. He doesn't bother with words, instead settling for a nod that feels a step closer to your end goal. "Maybe I need to get out more. Not just for concerts."

You point to the t-shirt he wears, a black concert t-shirt of a band you have a soft spot for. "You went to their concert?"

Heeseung peers down, chuckling to himself. "Of course! I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't see Cherub Rock live."

"It's so good live, right?" your exclaim comes with the drop of your hands, phone bouncing in your lap. It buzzes again and you toss it a glance of annoyance. "Crazy to think we went to the same concert."

"I know," he confirms, finger parting the coral fringe crowding his forehead. He shakes its part, eyes on you again. "Limp Bizkit's meant to be touring soon if you're interested?"

Hook, line and sinker. 

It's words you've imagined far too many times, playfulness in you enough to toy with the proposition. Reality differs from the imaginary, however, what's meant to be an obvious yes differing in a real-life reply.

"I'd go, but I've got an assignment to hand in," the one you're sure Jake texted you about earlier. Not that you cared to read his messages. All night, the texts you'd received come from him alone, a bid for your attention, especially since the last time you talked. Your usual afternoon work session ended in a confession of sorts, no explicit mention of his feelings, because he's too shy to say otherwise, but he'd proposed seeing each other like it was something you'd be interested in ─ it wasn't.

So, you let him down easy, hand coming to give him headpats like a wounded dog as you relayed some bullshit excuse, giving him the kiss of death on his forehead before departing. You should've ended things there, expressed no interest in pursuing something you didn't envision with him but the looming project deadline proposed awkwardness you'd rather avoid navigating. It's your mess, created by your greedy hands, so you dealt with how you knew best ─ stringing him along, appeasing him because even if the title of your boyfriend could never be his, he was eager enough to serve you every other way.

Your sigh comes out wistful, eyes directed to the man in front of you. The same pair that have been on you ever since your eyes locked. Goosebumps litter your skin. "Exams too. So, I'm a bit stressed at the minute."

Bait.

That's what it is. An opportunity for Heeseung to take your advances packaged in a pretty bow, eyelashes batted with your legs crossed enough to hitch your skirt higher, unexplored skin on show.

His eyes don't miss it, lingering there delicately before they flicker up to yours, a shade darker. 

"That's a real shame. Would've been good to go together," his face starts to brim a closed-mouth smile, lopsided with all kinds of mischief. "Then again, if you're with me, you'll get rid of a lot of that stress,"

Chipped nail polish comes into view, a lone fingertip tapped against your knee in the thumps of ongoing music before he draws patterns, watching with a smile as goosebumps follow in his wake. His head lifts after he's derived enough satisfaction, the rise and fall of your chest seen in the cocky expression he displays. 

"I'm good at relieving stress." 

Which is how you find yourselves searching for the next deserted bedroom, your back meeting the plush mattress with your legs thrown over Heeseung's shoulders, fingers weaved into dyed hair as you sing his praises. 

"You're so wet for me, pretty," he moans around your clit, body squirming in its aftermath. "Needed me that bad, huh?" 

You have no idea. The thought comes to you, but quickly disappears in the fog of your brain, muddled beyond recognition in the puddle between your ears. 

"Poor pussy's just crying for me," he goes on, fingers replacing his mouth as they curl right at the angle bowing your back off the mattress. You face him with a mouth agape and screwed face, stars dancing in your vision's peripheral. "Hate to think what you would've done without me,"

A grin cracks, shit-eating and full of the confidence you give him. "Probably fucked yourself silly on your fingers wishing they were mine. Isn't that right, plaything?"

The cry you let out is released in pure ecstasy, thighs clamping together with the impossible squeeze of your walls, wound so incredibly tight you're gasping for air. 

"Close already?" his eyebrow cocks, finger incessant on bringing you there. "Didn't take you as the easy type..."

It's everything you're not, but deep down inside, you know. The ring of truth in his words, that you'd bend over backwards to experience this night again and again, fuck yourself to the very same images and the shame only brings your orgasm closer, so close you could─

"What the fuck?"

The lustful film takes its time clearing your sight, but when your head swivels to the open door of the bedroom, it disappears immediately. Along with your soul as Jake's figure lingers at the doorway, his glasses skew at the sight before him.

Not optimal, you'd imagine. 

He at least has the presence of mind to close the door. However, him stepping into the bedroom with an unreadable expression has you worried, body rushing to sit up as your legs close. 

Heeseung seems to have other ideas, hand lightly sandwiched between your knees with a flick to keep them apart. In an unbelievable change of circumstances, you'd rather keep them closed.

"What is this?" his eyes bounce between you and Heeseung, the obvious unfolding before him. His vision cuts to you, shock keeping his lips apart. "Are you serious?"

His arms fling upwards, fingers carding through his mess of curls as he spins hopelessly, grappling for reason. Heeseung casts you a sidelong glance, then the mess Jake's unravelling into. 

"You know her?" Heeseung asks, fingers retracting as he stands to his feet. 

Spun back Heeseung's way, Jake only directs his attention to him, wild eyes blinking fiercely as he stresses. "She's the girl I was talking about."

The girl..they were talking about?

They talk? 

A lot, it seems, as Heeseung turns to you with a look of horror. 

A boulder sinks to the pits of your stomach. 

"That's crazy because I was just─"

"I know what you were doing," Jake cuts him off, eyes swiftly on you. "To think I came here to…" 

The words burn in the fire of his building frustration, his groan dulling the distant sounds of the party as his hand swipes across the bottom of his face, jaw tight with tension.

You've never seen him this way, so pissed the shine in his eyes burns to ashes. Expression clouded with features so rigid they stir a mess of emotions in you. 

"Did you know?" he looks at you, appalled. "Did you know we were friends? Childhood friends, mind you. Was I just some plaything whilst you were busy with other guys? Were you screwing me around?"

"Jake," your head jerks back, stunned by his audacity. "We aren't dating," 

You continue despite the eerie silence. "I know we've…done stuff, but it was never, we were never…"

Dating. 

You might as well have sucked all the life out of the room, every figure unmoving as the party goes on, drunk students blissfully unaware of a different mess occurring metres away. 

"I asked you to be exclusive," he states, plain and simple. "I asked for his advice because I was so fucking scared but asked you anyways. Only for you say you weren't sure, that you'd think about it and give me any answer after our submission,"

His index finger gestures vaguely between you and Heeseung. "This your idea of thinking?" 

Perhaps your luck has ran out, exhausted by the good graces that kept coming your way for reasons of which always seemed unfair. That much is clear in the rolling horror film staring you as its main lead.

"Jake," Heeseung speaks for the first time, your lifted head spying the hands he braces against his friend's shoulders. "Let's relax, okay? We can solve this."

Jake does a wild blink at him, ignoring you. "What do you mean solve this? You think I can just say keep fucking her bro, I don't even care?" 

An amused huff gets out Heeseung's nose, laughter reeled back by the clamp of his lips. "No, that's not what I had in mind."

"What is?"

Heeseung's head turns to yours, then slowly Jake's. He's still mad, more wrecked than harbouring animosity. And Heeseung, he's unreadable as ever. Except when your pupils bounce between them, body curling into itself with a tremble, you sense it before you see it. 

The sharp edges of his smirk, the very same one you'd worn when Jake was putty in your hands. 

Shit. 

Misfortune looks a bit different this time round. 

In the four walls of some unfortunate's bedroom, you'd clutched the front of your top, deadset on the assumption that your luck had run out, that karma had finally coming knocking on your door. In the cat and mouse game you'd played with unlucky kills, you'd sold them a dream ─ shapeshifting into the affection they desperately wanted, sweet enough to get what you want and for them to never entertain anything else because they couldn't stand risk of losing you. And when a new, shiny toy came along or their feelings reached boiling point, the kiss of death awaited them, sugar-coated ending words all you could give before it was onto the next one. 

There's some questionable morality in it, sure, but no one comes out of this life unscathed. Preachers of holier than thou most yield the bloodiest hands of all and frankly, you screwing over men isn't a crime regarded with the utmost of significance. However, you do have a conscience and in the howls of night, it kept you awake deliberating if your own selfish needs preceded Jake's feelings because if you're honest with yourself, he didn't deserve this. He'd giggle light as air coming across the campus' roaming cat, specifically carrying treats in case he encountered the furry animal, enthusiastically nod along with the prettiest of smiles in the mass of bored lecture hall-bound students making lecturer feel worth while and he treated you well. Made sure you never touched a door and pulled out all your chairs, taught you the missing links of the software you didn't dare mastering and met everything you ever said with eagerness, even the most mundane of details no one else cared for.

If this was an AITA re-telling, screen split displaying someone's mindless Minecraft sprint, the comment section would be aflame with sympathizers. Coddling Jake and calling you the very blatant asshole you are.

Perhaps this is what assholes get, striped of their dignity, all your clothes in a sorry pile on the carpeted floor as Heeseung and Jake remain covered, nothing but sin and vengeance in their eyes. They've only lowered their trousers enough to reveal their cocks, painfully hard in your presence but never giving in to what you push your hips for, because really, you on all fours is nothing but gratification for them, you a mere means to an end. 

Funny how things change. 

"Should've known you were like this when we fucked in my car," Jake gruffs, a sigh produced as his flushed tip paints your lips in precome. As a reflex, your eyes flicker to his, tongue running over the trail in a motion that makes him groan, his cock wasting no time feeding into your mouth. "So dirty." 

Like he's one to talk. Because when Heeseung's suggestion is set in motion, he's all over you, the same song and dance, contrasted by the grain of possession and bottled resentment. His kisses are searing, prying the hunger out of you and when Heeseung sandwiches himself in the mix, hands fondling your nearly exposed chest, a firm grip holds your jaw in place, eyes blinking in a haze. Your vision catches up soon enough, watching as the knit between Jake's brows cements itself in the harsh spit he drops into your mouth, enough force to jerk your head back. Heeseung's finger flicks over your perked nipple, intensifying the moan echoed in the back of your throat. Jake witnesses it all, the twist of pleasure your features mould into and smiles briefly, wicked nonetheless before he proceeds to where you are now.

Behind you, Heeseung pulls out completely, a mewl around Jake's cock he croaks a rasped moan at. The same is mirrored by you as Heeseung traces your soaking entrance, marking it in a mixture of precome and your slick before he slides in again, your walls conforming to his generous size. 

"That was you?" Heeseung asks, an incredulous laugh mixed in with the smack of your ass. "Fucking in a car? How desperate are you?" 

An imprint sizzles against the flesh of your ass, muffled around the gag of your throat. "Must be plenty if you're moaning for cock like that."

If not for your busy mouth, you'd collapse under the weight of Heeseung's words, so deliriously wound by lust you can't see straight, muscles burning in your arms. The only thing you can muster is a poor gag, saliva dribbling down your chin as you peer upwards. Jake's still mad, his chest laboured with a rigid set to his once soft features, staring you down with an emotion only making your stomach churn. 

"Think I prefer her when her mouth filled. What you think, Jake?" 

He talks about you like you're not in the room, tears rippling down your cheek from their tight squeeze. In an instant, they flutter open, blinking rapidly from the force of Heeseung's thrust feeding Jake further into your mouth. 

"Yeah," he agrees, voice grounded in gravel as he gives you his dark eyes. "You'd think she'd respect herself enough to not let us do this." 

Brought to your knees, the degrading words do something funny to your brain, rewrite its chemistry and fire neurons long left dormant in the play you've busied yourself with Jake. You being the one in control, calling all the shots, only to meet your makers. 

"Poor girl's leaking over everywhere," Heeseung chastises, grip bruising on your hips as he fucks you within an inch of your life, desperate gasps for air coming out in gurgles around Jake's length, prioritising his release fast approaching. "Your greed knows no end, huh? That's why you've done all this. Couldn't be satisfied with one cock, had to choke on two,"

Molten lava's poured down your back, arching it in a deep bow only allowing Heeseung to reach deeper, the deepest part of you bruised with punishment, the kind that curls your toes and rolls your eyes back in ecstasy. The twist in your lower bell is weaved so violently, as tight as you feel and the release you're nearing feels too explosive for words, a hopeless claw hinging and falling off the material of Jake's trousers. 

Something like please is mumbled around Jake's length, tears clumping your lashes together as your only salvation is Jake, his figure haloed in the wrath of Heeseung's pistons, so persistent on ruining you from the inside out. 

"Jake," your neck cranes, a dire inhale taken as your lips detach from his cock, string of saliva connecting you to his tip. "Please, I can't─I'm gonna,"

The end of your sentence frays into a rasped moan, a particular thrust dealt to you rendering you a sack of bones, nearly melting into the pathetic puddle you currently identify with. Jake saves you the embarrassment, jaw in his hand as he props you up, your arms shaking with the rest of your body, taking on more bliss than it can handle. 

"Thought you wanted this, to have your cake and eat it too, no?" he relents, your jaw forgotten in the pursuit of his own orgasm, red-knuckled fisting his cock out the reach of your mouth. "You should be thanking us for going easy on you, you should thank me. Say it."

Timidity chooses now to intervene, the scorch of your cheeks incomparable with the palm smacked against your clit, a buck of your body curving it into half a circle as Heeseung laughs behind you, resuming his steady pace. 

"I'd listen to him if I were you," Heeseung suggests, words breathy as he nears his own orgasm, chasing it with the bounce of your ass. "Would improve your chances of coming." 

A slave to your own pleasure, your fingers curl in the duvet covers of another, line of sight finding Jake's. His lips are caught between his teeth, muffling the same broken moans you've become well acquainted with, the image furthering the twist in your belly as your eyes pinch together, letting shame swallow you whole. 

"Thank─"

The gesture dies there, intercepted by the long drawn out moan Jake emits, enveloping the hot room as he orgasms, your face his canvas as spurts of come catch onto your features. Your eyes close on instinct, come landing over the makeup you'd spent the better part of getting ready perfecting, now covered in Jake's act of a get-back, stooping you to the level you'd always regarded him with. It should flare some annoyance, some shred of offence, but in the clench of your walls, memorising every ridge and vein of Heeseung's cock still hitting all the spots that make you weak, you can only let out a gasp, disbelief huffing out your chest in a hollow laugh. Like the delirious chuckle you give, your tongue lolls out over your lips to lick remnants of come within reach. 

"Shit, I'm gonna come," Heeseung rasps behind you, grip firming on your hips as all your ears pick up on is the smack of skin, your breaths ragged as your arms crumble to the bed, giving in. Perched on the fold of your arms, your forehead braces, lungs expanding for oxygen you're pressed for, the fire alight in your body all consuming.

"I'll give you a present for your troubles. That's what girls like you like, right? Being filled with come?"

Rhetorical questions never yield answers and if you had one working brain cell, perhaps you could've conjured up a snarky reply, left the room with some semblance of dignity but again ─ if you're ruled by anything, it's your own selfish greed.

So, your legs flail in aimless kicks and circles, dulled ache in your jaw from its permanent extension as desperation flies out your mouth. 

"Pleasepleaseplease, please come in me," you wail, release close enough to taste. "You're gonna make me─!"

Your pathetic rambles are cut off by your own scream, unleashed from the depths of you where Heeseung notches himself one last time before he comes, satisfying your bottomless hunger as he paints your walls in white. Your orgasm rocks you beyond comprehension, body lapsing into convulsions, your figure slumping into the plush of the mattress when Heeseung pulls out, the remainder of his come painted across the expanse of your ass. 

You're left to shiver and shake, left to wallow in the consequences of your actions as your pressed chest attempts to sustain the aftermath of your body, eventually regaining it enough to lose its laboured rhythm. When you come to, your head lifts to survey your surroundings, finding Jake still there. Perched in front of you, having watched every moment of your undoing. 

You must still have some come smeared on you, deducted from the glide of his fingers gathering a sample from your cheek, offered centimetres from your lips. A pout is all it'd take for Jake to relent last, except this isn't like before. The tide's changed and as much as you feign some decency, it's of your volition when your lips pry again, digesting the come sample off Jake's fingers, tongue swirling along his fingers to not leave a drop behind. 

"You're fucked," Jake says, stating the obvious. There should be malice in his words, but you can't find any, none detected in the softened hue of his eyes, peripheral spying his fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop. "But you're ours now,"

He gets up to leave, a form of panic flaring in your chest at his departure and what ours mean. True to himself and you, he doesn't leave without the press of his lips to your forehead, a stray hair tucked behind your ear before he utters his last words. 

"See you tomorrow." 

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jake being a gross perv, wearing a gopro cam on his head and hiding out, waiting for someone to use the bathroom, but not anyone… someone he thinks he can maintain control over, someone he wants to sink his cock into. he’s impossibly hard, just from the thought of it, palming himself as he waits.

he overhears you telling your friends that you have to pee so bad, you swear you feel like you’re going to burst. when you walk away from your friend group, disappearing from their sight line, jake makes his move. he grabs you from behind, one hand over your mouth and his throbbing erection pressing into your backside.

he’d drag you back to his hiding spot, which isn’t far, behind some bushes and there’s a thick tree. he’d push you against it, face first and hike your skirt up around your hips. he keeps one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, and the other grabs your wrists to keep you restrained.

‘don’t worry, i’m not going to hurt you…’ jake would try to calm you down, reassuring you but he’s panting and grunting as he grinds himself against you. ‘i know you need to go, just do it…’ his voice would be so strained, almost as if he’s embarrassed to tell you to ‘let go’ and piss yourself but he needs it…

you really can’t hold it, whether you wanted to or not and you’re shaking like a leaf. you’re already leaking a bit and when he tells you to, somehow your body does let go, urine dribbling down your inner thighs and soaking your shoes. jake leans back a bit to take in the sight of the mess you made and he can’t help it any longer, pulling out his cock to rub it in the wet streaks on your inner thighs before plunging himself into your cunt.

puppy!jake who somehow always ends up touching you whenever you’re together. maybe it’s his knee resting against yours, his arm draped lazily behind your shoulders, or his head slowly finding its way into your lap while you’re watching something. he doesn’t even think about it anymore; being close to you feels as natural as breathing. if you shift away to grab something, he’ll purposely scoot impossibly closer again a minute later

puppy!jake who absolutely lights up whenever you praise him. even something like just telling him he did a good job, has him trying (and failing) to hide the boyish grin spreading across his face. he’ll duck his head, scratch the back of his neck, mumble an embarrassed “thanks,” as his cheeks flush profusely :p

puppy!jake who greets you like you’ve been gone for months every single time you come home, even if you’ve literally just left an hour ago to buy groceries. the second he hears your keys in the door, he’s already standing up with the biggest smile plastered onto his face, bounding up to shamelessly grope at you while using the excuse that he just wants to see what you’ve bought home :3

puppy!jake who has theee cutest habit of nudging your hand whenever he wants attention while you’re busy. if you’re reading, scrolling on your phone or working on your laptop, you’ll suddenly feel his shoulder bump yours or his forehead gently press against your arm. if you absentmindedly scratch his hair without looking, he’ll just smile to himself, (almost) completely satisfied. if you don’t notice… you can expect an exaggerated sigh, closely followed by another, firmer nudge, nudges that won’t let up until he’s satisfied with the attention you give him

puppy!jake who gets genuinely excited over your interests as if they’re his own. mention a movie, a hobby or a random fact you like once, and he’s bringing it up days later because he spent time learning about it. not because he suddenly became obsessed with it himself, but because seeing you talk so passionately about something makes him happy. literally nothing makes him smile more than asking you a question and watching your face light up while you explain to him the nuances in whatever it is that’s got you so excited

puppy!jake who loves more than anything to be intertwined with you as much as he possibly can be. he frequently pulls you into his lap, arms tight around your middle, head bent down to nuzzle into your neck as he gently kisses down your pulse point. if not, somehow half his body will end up draped over your legs or your lap, despite your protests about how heavy he is. he’ll mumble “you’re just extra comfortable,” into your bare stomach as he toys with the hem of your (his) shirt, head in your lap as his lips graze your torso :p

puppy!jake who gets sad whenever you’re sad. he’s not always sure what the perfect thing to say is, and sometimes he’ll stumble over his words trying to make you feel better. so instead, he opts to simply stay. he’ll sit beside you in silence, rubbing slow circles over your back, holding your hand if you’ll let him, and quietly reminding you that he isn’t going anywhere until you’re okay, even if it takes hours :(

puppy!jake who sends voice notes instead of texts whenever he can because he likes the idea of you hearing his voice. they usually start with whatever he actually wanted to tell you before turning into him laughing halfway through, getting distracted by something he saw, or remembering another story. some of them end with an absent-minded, “okay… i miss you. bye,” before he hangs up, realising he’s forgotten to tell you that you’re out of milk, the whole reason he’d opted to send a voice note in the first place :3

puppy!jake who gets distracted halfway through telling stories because he’s more interested in making you smile than finishing the point. he’ll start explaining something that happened during work, somehow end up doing impressions of everyone involved, and then completely lose his train of thought because you let out a soft giggle. “forgot what i was talking about…” he’ll mumble under his breath, face flushed as you coo at him :p

puppy!jake who completely melts whenever you scratch the back of his neck or run fingers through his thick brown hair. you can literally feel his shoulders relaxing beneath your hand as he leans further into you without thinking. after a few minutes his eyes start drooping, his replies become quieter, and eventually he’s asleep before the movie is even halfway over, still holding tightly onto your hand :(

puppy!jake who naturally drifts closer whenever you’re walking together until your shoulders brush. eventually your hands bump together, and he’ll glance at you for a second before shyly hooking his fingers around yours, still feeling bashful after being with you for years. after that, he absentmindedly swings your joined hands as you walk, smiling to himself without even noticing he’s doing it. of course, you notice though, and reach up to plant a chaste kiss to his flushed cheek :p

puppy!jake who smiles into every kiss, even non-sexual ones. every single time you pull away, he’s already looking at you with this ridiculously fond expression, cheeks just a little pink. sometimes he’ll let out the tiniest laugh, almost like he still can’t believe this is real

puppy!jake who becomes even clingier whenever he’s exhausted. if you try getting out of bed before him, he’ll instinctively wrap both arms around your waist and pull you back down without even opening his eyes. “five more minutes…” he’ll mumble into your shoulder, voice all sleepy and rough, tightening his hold just enough to make escaping impossible, even though he knows you’d never want to escape :3

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puppy!jake who desperately ruts against the bed while he’s eating you out, sometimes just thrusting into the air if there’s nothing for him to hump. he gets impossibly harder when you point it out, interrupting his frantic making out with your pussy by tugging on his hair, cooing at your needy mutt, warning him that if he carries on, you might not give him the chance to fuck you (which he knows is a lie), but he still does his very best to force his hips still :(

puppy!jake who has the leakiest cock :( he drips precum so much that there’s almost always a cute little wet patch on the front of his boxers when you peel off his sweatpants. you can’t help but coo at your leaky boy, prompting his face to flush an even deeper shade of red, a sharp whine slipping out of him before he can stop it

puppy!jake who has theeeee most sensitive tip. like of all time. all you have to do is brush your thumb across it and he’s reeling, a drop of precum now running over your fist wrapped tight around his length. he lets out little hisses when you gently kitten-lick his slit, tears brewing already at the stimulation

puppy!jake who lives in a perpetual state of horniness, doing his best to pretend he’s not hard when you’ve only just ran your fingers through his hair. so pathetic, he thinks to himself, brows furrowed, as he wraps his arms tighter around your middle and tries to focus on the movie you’ve put on, hoping you don’t notice anything poking you :(

puppy!jake who occasionally tries to taunt you back, but finds out that he really cannot tease you for too long at all because at the end of the day the only thing he wants is for his pretty baby to feel good… he feels the need to make up for his feeble attempts at teasing, and he does so by going down on you for hours, although he doesn’t really consider this to be an apology because he enjoys it just as much as you do :3

puppy!jake who has (almost) never ending stamina. he’ll only stop when he knows you can’t take anymore, and even then, as you drift off, you can still feel him semi-hard against your back. you’d told him early on in your relationship that he could use you to take care of his issue, but he’d never really gotten used to that. instead, he typically opted to gently rut against you for a while, stifling his whimpers as he groped your tits from behind, tears pooling in his eyes as he came in his pants, his face buried in your neck. he sniffled and adjusted himself, deciding he’d just clean himself up in the morning, n maybe tell you about it just so he could hear you call him your needy pup

puppy!jake who didn’t initially realise his size, rutting into you desperately without prep. to be fair, you didn’t expect him to be so fucking huge, but he was already inside now, grinding into you as he finally bottomed out. you grasped desperately at his face from beneath him, grinning at his watery eyes before telling him to slow down, to let you get used to him. you saw the guilt immediately forming in his eyes but kissed it away, guiding his lips to yours as you joined in a sloppy kiss, a mixture of his and your’s spit now running down your chin as you smirked through it, nipping at his bottom lip to let him know he could continue :3

puppy!jake who fucks you faster and harder when he’s close, mewling at the sight of your fucked out expression mirroring his. he plants his big hands on either side of your waist as he lets out a sharp whine at the sight of your belly bulge, imprint of his dick visible as he bottomed out inside you, instinctively pressing down on it, making you both moan in unison. “m so fucking deep, baby,” he groans at the sight, trailing one hand down to your clit to trace circles on it as he picks up his pace, because he can’t cum unless you do first

puppy!jake who just cums so much. fucking it all back into you in the name of filling you up how you like it, whimpering as you drag him down to your mouth to whisper how good of a dad he’d be. “would you like that jakey? ‘can give you your own little pups,” he lets out a strangled little sob at the thought :(

puppy!jake who’s tongue lolls out when he’s fucking you good, first creeping out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates, to involuntarily fully sticking out, eyes screwed shut as his hands tighten on your hips

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IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOUR STEP BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND MESSED YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT SUMMER. And, it has also been two weeks since that same step brother caught your just-got-fucked state after his best friend took your virginity. Between those days, you didn't hear anything from anyone. Not even to Beomgyu, who is the one who managed to bring you home after Soobin left you in that room with him.

Which is weird, considering what he just said after the door opened that day. But it is much weirder that you are still thinking about it until now.

Speaking of Soobin, he has been weirdly distancing himself from you. No more morning banters, or late night messages of “are you up?” before walking towards the nearest 24/7 store. Making you feel like you are at fault for hopping on his best friend's dick when clearly your sex life has nothing to do with him. It baffles you at most. Just like that one moment when your whole family is out for dinner and he asks his father to pass the salt when you are still using it.

You didn't know that he could be this petty. To the point that even your parents interrogate you if you have done something to your step brother for him to act like that. Of course, there is no way you could hand them a proper answer—not when you are also left with dozens of questions why he, out of all people, is ignoring you like he is allergic to your presence.

And of course, Beomgyu. The last thing you heard from him is when you overheard Soobin talking to his dad about the league he is playing on the TV. His father asked if he is playing with his friend who is a chatterbox, for which Soobin replied that he and that friend haven't been talking much these days.

Assuming that he is referring to Beomgyu, it made you more confused and left-out. You want to think that this must be the reason why he hasn't contacted you after that party incident. Because it is uncomfortable for him and Soobin that he is dicking you down when you are his step sibling. But then again, it will all come down to what Soobin had said the moment he saw you and Beomgyu sharing a bed together, with hints of sex clinging in the air.

You couldn't wait for me?

It doesn't make sense. His attitude now compared from the way he treated you before doesn't align and it is driving you nuts. Whatever’s going between you and Beomgyu doesn't help either. Hell, even your girly crush on him puts you in a deep state of doubt.

Was it all a one-time thing to him? Does he go into an after sex clarity after you two got caught by his best friend that happens to be your older step brother? It spirals your mind out of control.

Another problem is, being stuck in one place with Soobin makes you feel like you are in a prison. Your parents even feel like they are walking on eggshells whenever you two are around. So, in order to straighten things out, the best solution that they could think of is going on a family retreat.

Which is why you are now under the morning sunlight, arms crossed in your chest as you watch your step father load all the things and baggage in the trunk. You were the one helping him ever since Soobin was nowhere to be found after he was tasked to buy some chips and soda to serve as snacks in the cabin.

Your mom even asked you to text the guy since you are scheduled to leave an hour from now. For which you did, breaking your no-contact streak with him after two weeks. You could never say no to your mother—that is why this whole fiasco started anyway. Still, it would break her heart if their efforts on reconciling their children go to waste.

06:30 | Aa Soobin

mom is looking for you.

get back home.

don’t ruin this for them.

read.

That was twenty-five minutes ago. And until now, your hell-of-a-kind step brother is still missing in action. Your step father just finished packing up, now starting the car while your mother is still trying to reach Soobin. She just hit another dead end when you saw two familiar figures walking towards your garage.

It was step brother, and beside him is a person that you could loathe from afar—Beomgyu, with a stuffed bag pack hanging on his shoulder.

“Oh Soobin, thank heavens!” Your mom exclaimed, walking towards the two men who took turns in giving her a warm hug. “Sorry I took some time, I wanted to bring Gyu along with us.” He announced, not even giving you a single glance like your opinion about the matter is not important.

“Well, I hope you all don't mind. Soobin said that it is an outdoor retreat,” Beomgyu's deep, raspy voice felt unfamiliar yet eerily satisfying to your ears. It might be hard to admit, but his effects on your body haven't moderated, not even one bit. “You all know that’s my speciality.” He grinned, finding it easy to get along with your parents.

You unconsciously roll your eyes, impatiently tapping your fingers in your arms as you watch them share some giggles and adore Beomgyu's chitchats while you all soak in the sun’s early heatwave. It is obvious that they do not mind, they wholly consider that guy as their second son. Finally remembering her daughter, your mom turned to you, her hands still resting on Beomgyu's shoulder.

“You ready to go, dear?” Your mom gently asked, sweetly smiling as she helped Beomgyu put his bag into the trunk. “Sure,” You sounded too airy, clearing your throat after realizing that your voice got wobbly. “I mean, sure. Let's go.”

Silently repenting for being too affected by his presence, you quickly went to grab the car's handle but Soobin suddenly went to the other side. There he goes again. He was really testing your sanity, and you could tell that it was all on purpose. That man knew how much you loved the window seat. And now, you have to talk to the guy you want to thoroughly ignore just to make sure that you would secure the other side.

Which you failed to do so, not when your mom already gestured to you to make space so Beomgyu could enter. Leaving you stuck in between these two men who really sit like you doesn't exist in their perspective.

“All good to go?” Your step father asked, and Beomgyu gave an exaggerated thumbs up. Squirming at your position, you could not help but subtly glare at the guy on your left.

This retreat will surely not end on a good note.

THE RIDE TO YOUR PARENT’S CABIN WAS SUSPICIOUSLY QUIET. Your mom was napping in the front seat, while your step father was listening to the morning radio as he drove calmly. Soobin, who was sitting on your right, also had his eyes closed. Head closely tipping into your shoulder the moment he dozed off.

The peaceful ambiance inside the car also made you dozy, but you couldn't possibly stay still when Beomgyu's fingers kept on brushing on your thigh. He was on his wired earphones, listening to God knows what with his eyes glued in the scenery outside. Yet, it doesn't change the fact that his fingertips glaze on your skin ever since your mom and Soobin went unconscious, giving you goosebumps every single time.

As much as you want to ignore it, your eyes flew in shock when his warm palm fully rested itself on your flesh. Your head instantly swaying to check if Soobin was awake on your other side before you squint your eyes at Beomgyu. The beat of your heart ran fast, thighs instinctively closing themselves shut as you tried to remove his hand on it. Yet, he remained persistent, even grasping on it tighter.

If you were confused before the ride started, you are now deeply and intently mystified. Because why is he touching you under no permission when he clearly disregarded your overall being for the whole two weeks.

Running out of patience, you gently tugged his earphones to catch his attention. “What are you doing?” Beomgyu faced you with a smirk on his lips, casually removing the earphones he was wearing to solely focus on you. “Yes? You are cold?” Your brows creased at his random response, caught off guard with how tender his voice is.

“What? No—”

“It’s okay, you could borrow my jacket.”

A wrinkle formed in your forehead at his out of context replies, watching him take off his jacket while you are still comprehending his words. You knew he was teasing you, pissing you off even. This is one of the oldest tricks he has that you have learned by watching him from afar.

But the question is why? Why is he doing this when he disappeared in your lives for two weeks after that thing happened in the party? Is he really trying to drive you crazy?

Soon, you found his jacket on your lap, covering your lower body that left you utterly puzzled. Cautiously, you observe your surroundings if anyone has seen your whole interaction with Beomgyu but they are still in their previous positions. With Soobin now leaning too closely to rest his head on your shoulder.

Being in a limited space, you decided that you would just confront Beomgyu later on to avoid any drama before the retreat even starts. However, the man on your left can't really keep his hands on himself. Once again feeling his palm roam into your thigh under his jacket.

For then you realized what those replies meant. He is being a sneaky motherfucker.

“Gyu,” You tried to warn him, minimizing your voice as you knew that your step father can still hear your banters. Your hands also crept under the jacket, trying to unlatch his palm into your flesh but his hold on your thigh was way too firm.

“Stop moving,” His low whisper tingles your nerves, anxiety starting to swarm in your chest as you try to maintain calm. “You don't want them to notice us, right?” He then uttered, fingers slowly creeping up your inner thighs. You were about to move away from him when Soobin's sleeping head finally landed on your shoulder, locking you on that spot.

The position the three of you have in the backseat leaves you in deep contradiction. It is not that you didn't miss Beomgyu's touch, or his presence in total. Because even if you deny it or claim that you despise his sudden self-insert in your retreat, you have missed this—him, so much. But, you are also aware that this is not the appropriate place for his needs. Not when you two could be exposed with one harsh break and you have his best friend sleeping directly on your shoulder.

Still, you tried to remove his tempting touch on your body. But before you could even move, his fingers have already found their way to your covered cunt, turning your mind completely blank. You flinched at the contact, immediately checking Soobin to see if his sleep got disturbed at your sudden action. Your lips are in a thin line, compressing the soft sounds trying to escape you as Beomgyu continues to rub his finger on the soft fabrics of your shorts.

You cannot think straight, mind intently focused on your panties are getting damped with how his fingers played with your pussy. The hands that were trying to stop him were now gripping his wrist, nails digging into his skin for support. Beomgyu smugly turned his eyes back on the window, his index finger swiftly swaying enough fabrics of your shorts alongside your panties just to rub your pussy bare.

A soft gasp left you when you felt his rough fingertips glazed into your wet clit, lips trembling when you felt him toyed with your sticky slick. Your eyes went tightly shut when Beomgyu scattered your essence in your pussy lips, hips gradually rocking to meet his every thrust. It almost made the jacket that is covering your lap to slip out, and to your luck, you were still able to catch its hem.

Beomgyu looked at you in panic, yet it doesn't take long when a cunning smile is plastered on his lips. “Careful,” He mumbled in your ear, a finger now poking your aching hole. “They might finally see how dirty you are, sunshine.” His words added more burning sensation into your core, breathing going unstable at the delicate movement of his fingers around your entrance.

Your mind went hazy when you heard the same nickname he gave you before, pussy clenching into nothing. You tugged your lips hard when you felt one of his fingers enter your walls, back arching within the seat. Clutching his jacket tighter, you tried to fight every urge to let any whine escape your throat. Gritting your teeth, you gave Beomgyu a solemn look as a silent plea—but even yourself is not sure if you want him to move his finger away or to beg him to go faster.

“Shit, Gyu…” You breathlessly whispered, feeling your cunt leaking juices into the leather seat at every jerk of his finger. He just gave you a smirk, his finger wiggling inside your walls that made you abruptly moan. In shock, you coughed loudly as a cover up, sweats now gliding on your forehead.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, you had a short eye contact with your step father before he brought his eyes back on the road. “You good with the temperature, kid?” He casually asked, however small whines kept erupting from your throat, especially now that Beomgyu added another finger inside your aching pussy. “Uhm-hmm!” You gave him a quick nod, gulping when you subtly hear a soft squelch from your wetness.

“Not too cold? How ‘bout you, Beomguy?” The older man fixed his mirror before he gave Beomgyu a brief glance. “Never better, sir!” Beomgyu cheerfully replied, both fingers curling deep inside your walls—leaving you restless on your seat with half of your brain barely remembering that you could wake up your step brother who is sleeping soundly on the other side.

Your hips began to chase his fingers, with one of your palms instinctively flying to cover your face. Forcing your head down, you held onto the jacket harder, chest heaving with Beomgyu’s slow and torturing thrust. You are silently cursing him in your mind, because how can he have a decent conversation with your step father while his fingers are deeply seated in your walls like it is nothing?

“Speaking of cold, we’ll stop over in a bit, we need to buy some ice.”

“It would be my pleasure to help, given that I just invited myself here!”

“That's what I love to hear,” The low chuckles of your step dad filled the car, with Beomgyu laughing with him. You could hardly bear the heavy weight hanging on your abdomen, but there is no way you would cum on the backseat and let your essence fill the room's atmosphere.

You tried to conceal every whine to a short cough, but you suddenly choked when his finger hit that spongy spot in your walls. A loud squeal came from you, loud enough for your step father to hit the breaks and for Beomgyu to panic and retreat his fingers. Soobin suddenly sat straight up as his eyes fluttered open, utterly shocked at your shriek.

“Are you okay?” Beomgyu slurry asked, playing it cool while he discreetly wipes his finger into his handkerchief. You glared at him, sighing as you adjusted your position in the backseat. The uncomfortable mess between your thighs made you wince, internally praying that none of them notice anything.

“Yeah, kid. What was that?” Your step father butted in, turning his head to check the situation. The worst part is, you could feel Soobin’s burning looks at your side. So, you pulled Beomgyu’s jacket on your lap to hide any signs of the indecency you were doing while he was asleep.

“Nothing,” Your tone grew small, still unable to gather your breath, “I hit my toe in mom’s seat.”

The man in front huffed as he laughed at your excuse. You felt sorry for lying to your step father, but there is no better excuse for what really happened. Timidly fixing the hem of your shorts under the jacket before giving Beomgyu a short glance, only to see that he was already watching your every move with a cunning smile on his face.

He is really making it hard for you to forget who he is to you.

FLUSHED CHEEKS, SWOLLEN LIPS, AND AN AWARD-WORTHY SWEATING FACE. That is how you looked in front of the mirror. You just finished cleaning up yourself, even shuddering at the sight of your soiled panties with what Beomgyu did to you. He offered his jacket before you went into the cranked-up bathroom of a gas station, which was indeed helpful to hide the big wet patch in the fabrics of your shorts.

Leaning into the sink, you mindlessly washed your hands, still in the moment of what happened in the backseat. This doesn’t answer why he—they choose to ignore you, if ever, it even made you more puzzled on what the hell is going on in their minds. Soobin is still not talking to you, but you have that gut feeling that he is aware of what happened. Beomgyu and his blabbermouth are the worst combinations of all time.

You took a shallow exhale before you opened the door, only to find the man in your thoughts waiting for you outside. Soobin was leaning on the wall, his attention swiftly going from his phone to your stunned figure. His eyes roamed into your body, scoffing to himself when he noticed you were still wearing Beomgyu’s jacket.

“What took you so long?” His tone is laced with annoyance, catching you off-guard. “Sorry?” You replied, not knowing how to act around him. This is the first time in two weeks that you two have interacted with talking included, of course you cannot just treat him with no indifference.

“They are in the convenience store,” Soobin chirped, lazily walking to your back. He placed his large palms on your shoulder, making you violently flinch from how strange it feels. You heard a soft hum behind you, before your step brother began to exert enough force to make you walk. “I was tasked to fetch you.”

The position you two are in probably look dumb, but you couldn't care less. What your mind focuses on is the fact that Soobin was once again acknowledging you, and actually touching you, too. And, you cannot deny that him controlling your body has altered some thoughts in your mind. More so, his hands on your shoulders brought electrifying feelings on your tensed body. Your heart is at rapid beat, shoving away those luscious ideas about last two weeks ago.

It was just Soobin, for Christ's sake.

Beomgyu was laughing with your parents when you two arrived, hands busy with the ice cooler that they probably bought. They were about to head out of the store, making you realize how much time you spent inside the bathroom. Soobin then stood beside you, getting their attention. Beomgyu’s brows creased when he saw you two standing side to side. Clearing his throat before he made a fake smile.

“So, where should I place this bigass cooler?” He spoke, with his eyes still on you and Soobin. Your mother giggled at his use of words, “That's the thing, the trunk is already full.” Her words were followed by silence, but then, the three of them suddenly turned to you. Clueless about what they are trying to imply, you raised both of your hands to surrender.

Your mother gave you a sweet smile, walking towards you before lowering down your arms. “Honey, you don't mind sitting on your brother's lap, right?” Your cheeks heat up at her question, instantly looking up to Soobin who looks completely unbothered about what is happening.

“Don't worry, we will arrive in thirty minutes,” Your step dad backed up, his arms wrapping around your mom’s waist. “We just need a place for the ice cooler.” He continued, which made you take a second look at the thing Beomgyu was carrying. It is indeed big—even wider than your frame.

“Well,” You tried to form an excuse, not wanting to turn this thing between you three more awkward than it is. “Can, I don't know, Beomgyu? Can Beomgyu sit on his best friend’s lap instead?"

Beomgyu obnoxiously chuckled at your suggestion, turning to your parents to offer his. “Or she can sit on my—”

His suggestion was cutted off when Soobin huffed beside you, scratching his brow in annoyance. “No one will hold the ice cooler during the ride,” He reasoned out, now staring at your embarrassed state like he is studying your reaction. “It won’t hurt a fly, come on.” Your head tilted in pure confusion, jaw dropping on the floor as you watched them head on the car one by one without seeking any further solution.

Your step brother left the door open on his side, waiting for you to enter after he assisted Beomgyu in placing the cooler between them. If you could turn the sighs you made this morning alone to cash, you probably earned enough to book a ticket far away from these two. With a grumpy face, you tentatively entered the vehicle, carefully placing yourself on Soobin's lap.

Goosebumps filled your body when you promptly felt his crotch on the plush of your ass, instinctively adjusting your position to sit on his thighs. You turned to make sure if he is still okay, but Soobin already had his eyes on the road. Then, your gaze catched Beomgyu, who was analyzing your position from head to toe with one arm wrapped around the container beside him. His eyes are dark and unreadable, even rolling back at his best friend before plugging back his earphones.

As much as you hate it, you return your attention to Soobin, “Are you comfortable?” You questioned, holding on the headrest of the seat in-front of you to maintain your balance. He replied with a short nod, his whole attention laid on the view outside. Thus, you were taken aback when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close.

“Soobin,” You called his name in shock, frail body melting into his warmth. In a beat, his heavy bulge brushed behind you, making you sit up straight. Truthfully, you are having a hard time squirming above him while he is firmly gripping your body. Soobin hummed as a response, one hand now resting on your thigh.

Your heart heaps abnormally at his small gesture, blinking at him as you continue to fidget on his lap, still unsatisfied with how you are placed between his legs. “Are you really comfortable?” He then shifts his attention to you, deadpanning as if you do not have the rights to question him of some sort. “You gained some weight, but it's alright.” You scoffed at his answer, causing a small tug of smile formed into his lips.

Harsh rebuttal hangs on your lips when the car goes into a hump, making you leap and abruptly drop your whole weight into the man below you. A loud groan came from him, his hold on your flesh getting tighter.

“The hell, dad?” He exclaimed, fixing your position above him to make sure it won't occur again. In this way, you are now perfectly seated on the shape of his length, which made your over-sensitive pussy throb. “Sorry, son. Didn't notice the bump,” The older man said, putting up his sunglasses to get a clear view of the road.

The way you could feel yourself getting riled up by sitting on your step brother's cock shot a straight pang of guilt into your chest. You knew that this must be viewed with no malice—you two are step siblings in the first place. Plus, he was just trying to help the whole family in this situation; nothing more, nothing less.

But still, it is getting impossible for you to just set aside those obscene ideas about Soobin, especially now that he has grown into someone that you could barely recognize. And, no matter how annoying he could be, Beomgyu was right about that day when you were looking for Soobin.

You indeed like your step brother that way.

Maybe that is why you have formed a deep attraction to Beomgyu ever since Soobin introduced him to your family. Because he is the closest available person that resembles what your heart and mind truly yearns for—your step brother.

Falling into deep thought, your body began to move on its own accords. You tugged your lips as you slowly grind your hips on his length, once again praying that no one pays attention to what you were doing. Deep inside of you knew that you shouldn't be doing this, but this might be the last time you could get this close to him.

Soobin shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before you felt his chest leaning on to your back. “Can you stay still?” He sternly whispered in your ear, making your pulse pace rapidly. You glanced at him, heedfully humping on his undeniably huge bulge. His grasp on your waist grew firmer, almost squishing your flesh as you could feel his cock pulsating below you.

“I am not doing anything,” You mumbled, voice barely above whisper to keep the conversation between you. He smirked at your weak defense, his hand on your thigh swiping upwards, separating them by force. “Really?” Your step brother taunts, leaving your whole system to shiver.

The man behind you even rested his chin on your shoulder, bringing his face closer to yours. “I can literally feel how wet you are in my shorts.” He gritted, earning a soft gasp from you as your walls clenched on air. You gave everyone a brief glance before you pressed your ass harder on his bulge.

It is too late to back out now, anyway.

You could feel how his throat grumbles on your shoulder, with his breaths getting heavier. Cautiously, you gave your hips a gentle twist, humping into his thick cock deliciously. Your grip into the seat tightens, lips parted at how his bulge continues to rub your aching pussy.

His hand helped in giving you pleasure, fingers now creeping inside Beomgyu's jacket just to reach your clothed pussy. A light chuckle came from him when he realized how wet your shorts and panties are, smugly looking at you while also checking the other people in the car.

After seeing they are still busy at their own businesses, he leaned in directly to your ear. “Is this what happens when you get ignored for two weeks, hm?” He sneered, one finger now brushing on your panties in up and down motion. “You turn into a slut who's eager for my attention?” The tone of his voice tickles something in your brain, making you mindlessly nod at his words.

Your ears are burning from anxiety while his finger swiftly torture your covered clit, putting you back on the situation you are in almost an hour ago. Him and his best friend—who was still hugging the cooler with his eyes closed—really do think alike. It's no wonder why they flock together.

“Bin—” Soft whimpers came from you when he began to draw small circles on your pussy, head throwing back on his shoulder as the pleasure became unbearable. “Shhh,” Soobin's eyes remained on the surroundings, while his hips also started to rock itself in your back. “Quiet, you do not want to ruin dad's daily radio session, right?” You were stunned at his reminder, swallowing down the delicate moans that kept rumbling on your throat.

The slow, circular movement became frantic, clumsy motions, pushing you into the edge of his lap. One hand even flew to cover your mouth, coughing loudly just to conceal those slip-up whimpers. You could feel the sweet build-up in your pent-up abdomen when the car went into a halt.

“We’re here!”

You momentarily sat up straight, the palm covering your mouth shooing Soobin's sneaky hand to compose yourself. After taking a deep exhale, you gave him a glance. His eyes are sharp and deep, evidently irritated at the interruption his father has made. Your sex thumped at the sight of him, unable to maintain eye contact with how intense his looks are.

Thus, your attention went to the other side—where you saw Beomgyu. Who was once again already staring at you. He was wearing his familiar smug face that you now start to hate, as it makes him look like he knew something he shouldn't and he is thriving because of it.

Baffled at what had happened in the span of two hours, all you could do is ponder on what awaits you in the following days.

“THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR DAD AND I WENT INTO A STARGAZING DATE.”

It has been an hour since you have arrived into the cabin. Your parents decided to give you an hour to adjust and fix your things into your assigned rooms, giving you time to take a quick shower to freshen yourself after that two men bombarded you with their fingers.

Now wearing a yellow summer dress, you could still feel their forbidding touch into your skin. Even if they once again do not talk to you after the ride, treating you like you are just part of the air they breathe.

Not that you mind—well, you actually do, anyway—but one of them literally had their fingers deeply inserted in your walls and the other one humped your ass while you were seated on his lap. So, what the hell are they even on?

After an hour, your parents called the three of you for what they call a cabin tour. Soobin even commented that it sounds too cheesy, but you all have nothing to do in this house anyway. You are all now standing on the patio, silently judging your parents as they take their time reminiscing about their old days in this exact area.

“Okay, we get it,” Beomgyu suddenly voiced out, one arm draped on Soobin’s shoulder while the taller one was staring blankly at the scene. They were standing almost a foot away from you, triggering you at most. “You guys are the perfect couple.” Both of your parents laughed at his sarcastic remark, “Oh, Beomie, of course we are!” Your mother replied, locking arms with your step father beside her.

Soon, they lead you into the kitchen. The cabin was modernly designed, but it still gives that cozy, rural-vibe feeling with the earth-tone bricks and open spaces. “Oh, right, before we forgot,” Your mom faced the three of you with that sickening motherly smile, “We need to drop by the nearby town to buy some supplies, would you three be okay here?”

You have known your mother since birth, and you knew that this trip to town she was saying has an underlying agenda. This overall family retreat even has another specific goal to begin with—to reconcile both of their children. You knew that. And, you also knew that the sweet smile plastered on her face is a trap, because she knew no one would say no to her.

“We could help—” Soobin tried to compromise, but his father stopped him in an instant.

“No, you guys stay here and rest—or talk about anything!” Soobin grumpily sighed at his father's obvious hints, also aware that they are planning something that unbeknownst to the three of you. Beomgyu broke the silence, faking a cackle before he clasps his hands.

“Oh, sure! You guys take your time.” He cheered, nudging Soobin with his shoulder that made the older roll his eyes and defeatedly nod his head. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, raising a brow to your mom that made her smile falter for a bit.

“We won't take long, plus there is still something for you to do! You guys are free to explore the lake behind the cabin if you want to!” Your mom ensues, pulling the man beside her to exit your questioning gaze.

“You kids have fun!” Your step father shouted before the two of them went back to the garage. Another silence stretched into the kitchen. And, in all honesty, you do not know if you want to thank your parents for this set-up and giving you an opportunity to clarify everything or curse them for leaving you alone with these two.

Minutes passed, no one still dared to speak. You being confused in their action is an understatement, you are gone bewildered at this point. Shaking your head in disappointment, you were about to head out the scene when a hand pulled you back.

“Where are you going?” Beomgyu asked, gripping your wrist gently. Your cheeks reddened at his question, your heart palpitating when you saw both of them rigidly staring at you. There they go again, tearing your mind apart by their questionable actions.

“My room?” You answered, having enough of their combined bullshits. Beomgyu smirked at you, before giving Soobin a glance. He then stepped closer, going over your space like he owns it.

“Boo, that's depressing,” He jeered, walking towards your back while both his palms found your shoulder. “Why not join us by the lake?” His low whisper sent shivers on your skin, eyes darted to your step brother who was leaning on the counter with his arms locked together.

“We are actually going?” Soobin questioned, causing the younger to chuckle. “Indeed we are,” He cheered, hands gradually brushing your arms until his palms found your waist. “Right, sunshine?” Beomgyu has always been the best at playing the perfect tease, and your body reacts to it satisfactorily.

As if you are automated, your head turns when you hear his favorite nickname to use. “Uhm…” Your stomach churned when you now noticed that Soobin is looking at you from head to toe, dull eyes watching Beomgyu’s hands on your body. “Yeah?” The guy behind you whispered, causing your throat to dry.

You do not know what lies ahead if you agree to come with them, but you do know that you want to get at the bottom of this mess. This gives you an opportunity, yet of course, these two men are beyond unpredictable. Leaving you conflicted on what you should do.

“You know you want to,” Your step brother suddenly walked up in front of you, fingers finding their way to fix the strayed strands of your hair. “We will just talk.” The beats of your heart are nearly audible in your ear, allured at how he sounded like he meant every word he uttered.

Despite the lingering hesitation, your body had betrayed you. Gesturing a small nod to the gentlemen you are with.

Beomgyu giggled before giving your waist a slight squish, while Soobin started to lead the way into the backdoor. You could almost foresee where this decision would lead you, but still, you gave them the benefit of the doubt.

The sun was already blazing when you arrived at the greenery, warm air brushing into your skin like a gentle warning. Your nose was filled with the tree's wooden musk combined with the lake's musty, grassy scent. From afar, you noticed a flourishing oak, with a picnic mat laying under its shadow.

“Too much for setting us up,” You whispered, mentally reminding yourself that you need to talk to your mother after this. Beomgyu seems to realize the situation a little too late, utterly puzzled why there was a prepared spot for the three of you to talk.

Soobin made his way into the mat, heart-shaped lips in an irritable pout as he removed his slippers. “What are you two waiting for?” He then asked, sitting on the mat while he rested his back on the oak's trunk. The man beside you gave you a light push, urging you to remove your flip-flops and sit from the farthest side of the mat.

Beomgyu soon followed, man-splaining his legs into the mat that took half of the space. They seemed too calm and unbothered, which is a dangerous sign that you must take note. Both of them are looking at gentle swells of the lake, giving each other short glances from time to time.

Realizing that they already did their boys talk, you blew a deep sigh before kneeling on the mat to gather their attention. “I thought we were gonna talk?” Your question made Soobin sit properly, while Beomgyu smirked within himself. There is something about their gaze that you cannot quite comprehend, but it makes you squirm in your place.

“Well,” The brown haired boy scoots over your seat, crawling to reach your figure. His lean frame managed to block out Soobin from your sight, now kneeling in front of you whilst his hand went to cup your cheek. You flinched at his touch, gulping at his unannounced actions. “What is there to talk about, sunshine?”

Your forehead creased at his question, feeling personally invalidated with his approach in this regard. “What do you mean that—”

“What is there to talk about when I could just show you instead?”

The screws of your brain barely understood what he meant when he leaned in for a kiss. Lips instantly swaying on top of yours that caused you to softly whimper. The way they move is rough and clumsy, pressing on yours as if he is inhaling every breath in your lungs. Panic formed into your chest, hands finding his shoulders to pull away yet he is much stronger. He even brought you closer, arms snaking on your waist while his tongue began to find its way in your mouth.

In a daze, you cannot help but dance your lips against his. Beomgyu's hand gradually roamed into the curve of your ass, making you gasp in a strange feeling. For then, he seized that chance to suck your lower lip, a moan casually slipping past your lips. You are in the moment when you feel another pair of hands in your back, spreading sensation in your weakling body.

For then you remembered, you two are not alone. Your step brother was watching throughout the process of your drool exchange with his best friend.

Snapping back to reality, you managed to push Beomgyu with enough force, causing him to abruptly sit on the mat. You took a sharp inhale before turning back to look at Soobin—who is glaring at the man in front of you.

“You really need to work on your patience, Gyu.” The blonde taunts, resting his chin on your shoulder before his arms begin to hug you from behind. “This is not what we have talked about.”

Intently lost at his words and overly flustered at what is happening, you were about to question them when your step brother's hands started to travel on your exposed legs. You tried to clutch his hands but Beomgyu managed to catch yours, hastily gripping it with one hand. There was nothing you could do when Soobin started to pull up the fabrics of your dress, heart pumping frantically in anticipation.

“Look at me,” The man in front of you suddenly spoke, pinching your chin to force your face. “You will let us use you, right?” Beomgyu teased, leaving a peck on your lips before biting your lip once more. You winced at his action, but it soon turned into a pathetic moan when you felt your brother's slender fingers near your cloathed wet cunt.

Soobin chuckled at your sounds, giving your inner thigh a light slap. “Come on, answer him.” A small ouch came from you, jolting at the sting of your skin. You could have sworn that he almost sounded like a different person, and that gave you enough adrenaline rush to nod at his best friend's question.

A wide smile formed in Beomgyu’s lips, even giving you a gentle head pat. “Very good answer, angel,” He mumbled, adoration flooding his brown eyes. His deep voice plus the heavenly nickname made you twitch, clamping your thighs together as you grew uncomfortable with the growing slick of your sex. “Now, give your brother a turn.”

Your heart was nearly escaping your ribcage when you heard his command. Hesitantly, you turned to fully face Soobin, who was now sitting with his legs crossed. You didn't even notice that he already retrieved his hands with your mind being too clouded with Beomgyu's words.

The blonde extended his hand out, wearing an unreadable expression. He looked uninterested, but at the same time, you could see the spark of excitement in his orbs. It made your drenched pussy pulse in delight, biting your swollen lip before slowly accepting his hand and placing yourself on his lap.

Your heart swelled at the sight of him below you. There is no point denying that you have imagined this exact scene many times—and, being able to finally see it just added more heat in your abdomen. His wide palm rested on your hips for support, pupils intently studying your face from your eyes to your lips.

Falling deep into your needs, you went in to kiss his plump lips. Soobin immediately accepted your advances, one hand flying to your nape to deepen the kiss. Muffled sounds came from you, hips mindlessly reacting by subtly grinding itself on his. The delicious friction that came from it made the both of you moan, tongues colliding in sync that almost suffocates you.

“Fuck,” You heard a voice on your side, before you felt a hand on your shoulder, forcefully pulling you out from Soobin's drowning kisses. “I can’t wait,” Beomgyu breathes before his lips once again find their way into yours. A whine escapes your throat, unable to keep up from how torrid he is moving on your lips.

Soobin didn't even bother to scold him, not when he is now busy peeling the straps of your dress. Your mind begins to feel torn at the overwhelming feelings they are giving to your body, brain unable to focus on what you should think about first—Beomgyu's hot tongue swirling past your lips or Soobin's fingers that are on their way of exposing your tits.

The humid air hits your chest the moment your step brother pulls down the built-in pads of your dress, freeing your mounds with your nipples perked up. “Fucking knew these were perfect.”

You moaned between Beomgyu's torrid kiss, giving his wet muscle more access inside your mouth. A choked-up sound left you when he shoved his tongue into you, shared drool slipping past your lips.

You haven't moved on from the feeling of Beomgyu's tongue deep in your throat when you felt Soobin's warm breath near your nipple. A surge of luscious sensation fills your nerves, one hand going to the brunette’s shoulder and rapidly tapping it as a sign that you are running out of air.

Thankfully, he received it well, only for his lips to drop to your jaw. You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck. An airy gasp left you when the man below you began to roll his tongue on your bud, drawing slow circles on it before harshly sucking it. As if they always think alike, Beomgyu did the same thing on your neck, even leaving feathery kisses on the mark he just left.

It just got worse when Soobin started to move his hips below you, tripling the pleasure you are receiving from them. His other hand also went to caress your untouched mound, pinching your nipple before rolling his thumb on it.

“Mhhmpph, w–wait…” One of your hands went to Soobin's blonde locks, overstimulated limbs trying to stay aware of what the two of them were doing to your body. Beomgyu cackled on your pleas, stopping for one second to remove his shirt before getting back on leaving trails of kisses on your shoulder.

“Sorry, sunshine,” He mumbled between his pecks, “Mom and dad will come back soon, we can't have them seeing us like this…” Worry filled your weary insides, cheeks burning at the thoughts of being caught in the act by your own parents. However, those cohesive thoughts began to disperse when Soobin suddenly bit your bud, abruptly screaming out of pain.

Your step brother briefly giggled against your flesh, peppering your boobs with pliant kisses as a silent apology. He then pulled out, for then Beomgyu called his attention.

“Wanna eat her out?” The brunette suggested, talking too casually as if you are not listening in between them. This halted Soobin's hips, obviously considering what his best friend just said. “One of the best I had, believe me.”

The heat of your body amplified at his remarks, getting more and more embarrassingly drenched. The blonde gave you a short glance, eyes as twice as determined the last time you saw it. He gave your lips a peck before guiding your body to hop out his lap.Trying to remember what you did with Beomgyu, you were about to lay down when he suddenly stopped you. Momentarily confused, you blinked at him—only for a devilish smirk to form in his face.

“Sh–Shouldn't I lay—”

“There are other ways to do it,” He explained, eyes darting into your plush chest that are presented in front of him. “Plus, where is the fun if he is the only one who gets his share?”

Soobin huffed at his friend's nuances, fixing his position before laying on his back. Not knowing what to do, your arm tried to cover your breast while giving them confused looks. Beomgyu fetched your hand in your chest, pulling you up so you could kneel.

“Sit on your brother’s face,” Your eyes dilated at his order, heart pounding as you gaze at the blonde who was already ready. Heart pounding, there is nothing you could do when the younger guy assisted you to place yourself in Soobin's face.

The fabrics of your yellow dress covered his head. Your mind was partly worried if your step brother could still properly breathe between your thighs, half of it unable to function anymore by how stimulated you have been for the last couple of minutes. Stings of whine left you when his breath reached your aching cunt, shuddering at the tingling feeling.

Beomgyu still has his hand supporting you, also kneeling in the mat while his hand fumbles on the button of his shorts. You want to keep yourself aware of what he is doing but your eyes inevitably close shut when Soobin's lips begin to leave tiny kisses on your cloathed pussy, nails digging into Beomgyu's palm as you also feel his tongue drenching your ruined undies.

“Haah, Soob—” Your other hand almost went to his hair but the man in front of you caught it. Lost at what happened, your eyes fluttered open—only to see Beomgyu with his thick, erect cock whipped out of his shorts. Mouth gaping at the sight, panic clawed in your throat when he led your hand into the base of his length.

All of those directions he gave you before turned blurry as you cannot seem to focus, especially now that Soobin is constantly licking your slick through your panties. Beomgyu seemed to notice, ragged breaths leaving him as he guided your hand up and down his cock.

“Remember what I taught you, sunshine?” You could feel fire running in your skin with how sultry he sounds, getting more turned on when he spat directly on his tip which also hit your skin. Strained groans came from him the moment you start jerking his cock on your own, fist in a deliberate pace.

Beomgyu hissed when at warmth of his saliva, perfectly coating his girth with the help of your palm. He then stepped two steps backward, giving you enough space to bend your upper body and for your mouth to reach his dick. The way his veins pulsate under the brush of your hand feeds your longing ego, fixing your position above Soobin's face so that you could suck the younger without any hindrance.

Now in all-fours, you could see Beomgyu's dark eyes focused on the curve of your back in your peripheral vision. “Such a good sister,” The brunette snickered, once again giving you a soft pat in the head. “Serving me while letting her brother eat her out.” Your cunt throbbed at his words, and even shortly froze when Soobin swayed enough fabrics of your panties. Letting the humid brush into your trembling pussy lips.

You could feel your juices dripping into your thighs when your step brother starts to suck into your clit, lapping it like it is the sweetest treat he ever tried. Mouth shaping into an O in every moan you voice, Beomgyu quickly turned it into a chance to thrust his cock into your lips.

Heedless with his movement, you failed to accommodate his thick cock in one go, audibly gagging around it. The younger vilely laughed at your state of misery, pulling out his length just to check if you are still able to use your airway.

“Too much? You already got it the first time.” He joked, nastily smudging his precum into your parted lips. There is a part of you that wants to defend yourself, but your mind kept slipping up with the way Soobin is using his tongue to torture your sopping pussy. You were unconsciously grinding your hips to his face, the grip you have on Beomgyu’s cock getting tighter.

Trying to regain yourself, you gaped your lips to take his tip to give it a light kiss. You felt him shudder at your touch, getting more excited to show him more. With your tongue, you gave his cockhead a swirl, slowly taking in the salty taste of his liquid. Your hand once again moved to jerk his length, helplessly breathing through your nose as Soobin’s pace in making out with your poor cunt grew rapidly.

“Bet you kept dreaming about that day, huh?” Beomgyu's tone is laced with cockiness, his hips began to follow the direction of your fist pumping his dick. You were about to push yourself deep into his inches when you uncontrollably yelped at Soobin's wide tongue rigorously swiping into your slit.

Once again failing to take him in, the brunette took charge of forcing you to swallow his entire cock. He impatiently thrust his length midway, grunting at the warmness of your mouth coating him. Even on the verge of choking, you now managed to appropriately suck his cock, tongue wiggling slightly just to add pleasure.

The coil on your abdomen went unbearable with how the both of them are treating your body—especially Soobin, who is poking your feeble bud with the tip of his tongue. Your moans were muffled around Beomgyu's wide girth, sending luscious vibration into the younger who has his head thrown back.

In desperation for more friction, you also began to move your hips to ride your step brother's tongue. However, he firmly gripped your thighs, stopping you from moving your lower region. “Easy, sis,” He gritted below you, so airy and deep that it almost went past your ears. “You can't cum just yet.”

Another set of drools escaped your mouth as you tried to form a reply to Soobin while your mouth was still stuffed with Beomgyu’s dick. You could feel the younger’s eagerness to fit his whole size until he reached the back of your throat but he knew that you were too fragile for him to push further. Thus, he held into your cheeks, barely controlling himself so you wouldn't suffocate while sucking him.

His breaths became uneven, chest heaving as your fist started to twist around his base. “Shit, angel,” He purrs, hips rattling on your face. “Fuck, that is so good. Don't suck it too hard.”

The pace of his hips began to grow faster, not even minding if your teeth are grating into his veins. You could feel his hand travelling into your hair, grasping into your strands with delicate force to keep himself grounded.

With your mouth busy with Beomgyu's cock, you have failed to notice the shift in Soobin's position below you. Slowly adjusting himself to stoop lower and reach your quivering hole. You violently coughed around the dick on your mouth you felt the tip of his tongue prodding it, thighs unhelpfully clamping themselves on your step brother's face.

“You good, baby?” The younger asked, putting finger on your chin and giving it a lift, causing his girth to slip out your lips. You looked thoroughly wrecked under his touch, tears forming into your eyes when you felt Soobin giving your tweaking hole a quick lick. The tense feeling on your abdomen went rigid, wanton moans coming out your lips before riding his wet muscle that is in an up and down direction.

Beomgyu grinned at the sight, bright eyes watching how scandalous you look while you humping your step brother's tongue. This view of you goes beyond every porn and hentai he had binge watched with the guy, even better now that they are both experiencing it first hand.

“Gonna cum on your brother's tongue, sunshine?” He taunts, a proud smile resting on his lips like it is a deserving award that he had turned you into some kind of slut. His smile grew wider when you frantically nodded your head, tongue nearly lollying out like a poor dog with how much of a pleasurable torment Soobin's tongue is giving you.

The feeling of your pussy being lapped by your brother while you prettily sit on his face with his best friend stimulating you with his words is beyond what you had imagined. And, with thought of how good it must be to cum on Soobin's mouth has sent you to the edge, splurging hot, sticky liquids straight into his tongue.

Your frail body has collapsed under the intense surge of uncomfortable slick running down your thighs. Luckily, Beomgyu was there to support your figure, too weak to even remove yourself in the older's face. He guided you to rest on his lap, freeing his best friend between your thighs.

Soobin then sat up, thumb brushing in his bottom lip as traces of your wetness trails down his chin. He offered a sly smile, before sucking in the remaining essence to make sure nothing was wasted.

It made him a hundred times glorious as he already is. And, it is making your nerves hypersensitive with how your pussy began to uncontrollably throb at the mere sight of him.

The subtle twitches of your body didn't go past Beomgyu's eyes, hands snaking into your dress to completely peel off your panties. Goosebumps run through your body when the warm air directly hits your cunt, tweaking into the younger's arms.

“Fuck, Bin, look at this.” He then blurted, both palms forcing your thighs to open wide. “She is hungry, don't you think?”

Intrigued, Soobin followed the direction of this friend. And, being the one you could visibly see, you were at awe with the sudden change in his face. His tempting, dulled pupils went focused and dark, with his jaw tightening alluringly.

Before you could even focus on what Beomgyu is doing on your body, your gaze went down to your step brother's soiled shorts, with his big bulge evidently begging to be freed. To be fair, you have always known that Soobin was big—even bigger than his friend. Aside from catching him watching pornographic anime, you have once seen him jerking himself with his door left ajar.

He has a girth that could stretch your hole wide without filling you with his whole length. Realizing that you are obviously eyeing his crotch, his fingers began to fumble within the garters of his shorts. Your heart was rigorously hammering in excitement, hips moving by itself just to seek for any friction.

As you were sitting on his lap, Beomyu took the chance to rub himself in your leaking clit. The delicious grind felt perfect for your needy cunt, back leaning into his chest while your eyes remained to your step brother who was now slowly fisting his erect cock.

“So wet for us, baby,” The brunette whispered behind you, subtly aligning his cock into your hole. Broken moans left you, chunks of tears sliding in your cheeks as you felt overly sensitive with how his tip teased your beaten pussy. Soobin was about to crawl his way to the both of you when his phone suddenly rang.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, instinctively sitting straight but Beomgyu went to press you closer to his body. The protest you had turned into an audible whine the moment you felt Beomgyu leisurely entering your walls, filling you up while he is looking at his friend who is double thinking if he should answer the call or not.

Soobin, who was turning impatient that the younger was once again taking charge without him, hurriedly answered the call of your mother. A loud scream scratched your throat when Beomgyu pushed you down his entire length without letting your poor pussy adjust, forcing Soobin to drop the call in an instant.

“The fuck was that?” He howled, tightly gripping his phone while glaring at Beomgyu who was smirking at your reaction. His cock was perfectly seated inside you, momentarily twitching when you once again helplessly whined under his touch.

Not minding his pissed off friend on the other side of the mat, his hand flew in both of your hips, wholly supporting your tired body. “This pussy hasn't changed one bit,” Beomgyu growled, strained groans leaving him when your pussy clamped his cock the moment he moved. “But we really need to stay quiet this time, can you do that?” He added, palm diligently travelling to the curve of your mounds to give it a squish.

The phone began to ring again, but now that you are once again under the mercy of Beomgyu's thick and heavy cock, your mind was already shutting down to even care. Soobin let out an irritated huff, carelessly answering the screen while keeping his eyes on the lewd scene in front of him.

“Hello?” He breathes airy, one palm still firm around his cock. Your mom's cheerful tone was barely heard from the other side, making your brother roll his eyes. You cannot deny that this situation has made you fired up, causing your puffy cunt to spill out liquids that made the guy behind you giggle.

“You really like it when we are on the verge of being caught, don't you?” His tone was filled with mockery, hips gradually moving below you that caused his cock to reach deeper. “Does all of this seem familiar, angel?” He grilled, busying his fingers on your nipple. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your moans to avoid getting caught.

“Yeah, the loud scream was hers, she was hanging out with us in the lake,” You watched as Soobin's fist went faster, in awe with how composed he is on the phone. The beat of your heart flourished when your eyes met, with a cunning smile sitting in his lips. “Of course she was having fun.”

The younger soon caught up with your short exchange with Soobin, using his hand on your chest to cup your cheeks and force you to face him. “One cock is not enough for you?” He hissed, before pulling you into an aggressive kiss.

“Hmmpff—” Your whines are muffled while Beomgyu swallows them, “Such a whore for our attention,” He mumbled between the kiss, erratic breaths leaving him now that he is picking up the pace.

Soobin throwed burning daggers at your exposed body enveloped in Beomgyu's arms, “We are good with anything, you two decide.” His tone went bored, poking his inside cheek as tried to remain calm as he played with his tip. This is totally one of your differences, he knows how to handle himself well while you are wholly messed up.

“You are on your way back now?” Your hand flew to cover your mouth when Beomgyu shifted his angle, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl. Despite the fact that Beomgyu is literally devouring your lips, you tried to listen to the conversation Soobin was having with your mom. The mixture of guilt, embarrassment, and neediness reigns on your chest, eyes hot and blurry with tears of pleasure.

“15 minutes? Okay, take care,” That was the last thing you heard before you the younger let go of your face, pulling out from the kiss. A raspy groan left him when he noticed how swollen your lips are, even looking at him with those glassy eyes he adores.

“I might really cum if you continued looking at me like that,” He mumbled, halting his hips before looking at his friend—who was already killing the younger with his eyes.

“Learn how to share, fuckass.” The blonde then proceeds to kneel in front of you. His palms landed on your trembling thighs, only to see how puffy your pussy turned after being filled up by his best friend. Your heart almost stopped beating with the way he touched you, chest heaving as you cannot foresee what his next action would be.

Beomgyu cackled at the older's comment, fingers on your nipple began to give it a gentle twist that made you wince. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” He notoriously asked, chin now resting on your shoulder. Having no clue what they are talking about, you unconsciously clutched your step brother's hand, anxiously gulping when he just gave you a smirk.

“Give her to me,” Soobin then ordered, throwing you into deep confusion. Just like an object they possess, you were passed into one lap to another. Your shaky hands are placed into the blonde's broad shoulders, still searching for an answer in his eyes.

You were still drowned in his intense stare when you felt a tip prodding on your loose hole, shivering with how sensitive you are after being pounded not so long ago. “Still good?” He momentarily assures, and after a half-minded nod, his cock begins to rip you open.

There was something about Soobin that you cannot point out, something that itches your body's needs in the perfect way possible. Your heavenly fused moans are scattered in the greenery, walls tightly hugging his cock as it was easier to take him in after Beomgyu's dick prepped you beautifully.

“Shit, your cunt is suffocating me,” His words are impossibly heard by how strained his voice is. You were no better, worn out throat now only able to create mumble sounds after all the moaning. He was almost fully in when you felt another tip from behind. In instant panic, you turned to Beomgyu, who has been peppering your shoulder with weary kisses.

“W–Wait, I cannot—”

“Shhh, they are coming back soon so we need to hurry.”

Soft sobs left your lips, head nuzzling into your step brother's neck as the younger starts to tear your walls past its limit. Soobin huskily exhaled at the feeling of his friend's cock slowly grinding into his, yet still managed to draw small circles on your thighs as he coos at you.

Which was what you could consider as an act out of character.

“A bit more, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, cock twitching at the sounds of your sniffs. Your hole was burning with how stretched it is, whole senses and nerves working overtime just to accommodate the two huge girth thrusting themselves. Your fists are turned into a ball, nails digging into your palm as you feel helpless in between them.

“Too much—Too full… Please…” Your pleas hurt the soul of one, but feeds the ego of the other. Beomgyu lowly chuckled when your cunt uncontrollably gushed out liquids, overstimulated with the cocks pulsating inside you.

“We'll move slow, yeah?” He then assured, hands on your hips like he is steadying you on what's to come. “Trust us.” His words and their idle heavy girth combined are enough to make you feel the familiar lewd build up in your lower stomach, sweat gliding into your temple with the thoughts of cumming for the second time this day.

You should have known better and not rely on his words, because the moment you nod your head, Soobin's thick cock began to ram his way into the depths of your cunt, earning a wrecked moan from you. Being the jerk he is, Beomgyu didn't back down as his hips snapped in the plush of your ass.

“Fuck, baby, this is the best day of my life,” The younger cheered, his lips going to your neck to leave love bites and marks all over your skin. The burdening pressure on your abdomen left you uneasy, mind almost blacking out with how they started to go at a rapid pace.

“Your pussy is lovely, sis,” Soobin snickered, one palm groping your tits as his hips rocked harder. “Beomgyu was right about you.” He continued, before his other hand on your thigh traveled to play with your swollen folds. The thoughts of him finally confirming that he knew about everything that happened on that day just made you more hazy, your sobs and moan fusing together that became music to their ears.

With the build-up of your release growing faster, you made the tiniest effort to meet their hips halfway. But giving up within seconds as you cannot catch up with how eager their movements are. “Cum… Haaaah—” You didn't manage to complete the word when the knot on your stomach snapped, coating their lengths with those hot, sticky juices.

Your whole body fluttered into Soobin's chest, fat chunks of tears dwelling in your eyes as they didn't stop torturing your poor cunt. Beyond the overwhelming feeling of cumming, you are thoroughly overstimulated with how their cockheads take turns bumping into that sweet spot that made your abused cunt gush out more liquid.

“You did well—Shit… Did well, baby… It's our turn now.”

Ragged breaths are heard on both of their mouths, evidently trying to chase their own high. Despite the pain of oversensitivity, you tried to help them by snugging both of their girth, a woeful whimper leaving you with how the veins of their cock tingles every nerve of your pent-up walls.

“Need to cum—fuck!” Beomgyu's curse filled the air the moment you felt a thick rope of cum pumping deep into your cunt, thighs quivering with how full you felt. The younger’s uneven exhales were fanning your reddening skin, even leaving another set of kisses while he rode down his high.

Soobin shook his head in disappointment, still busy drilling himself to your hole as he chased his own pleasure. “Impatient shit as always,” He grunts, head throwing back as his cock begins to flood your pussy with his own seed.

You rigidly shudder at the feeling of being stuffed with different cums, eyes tightly closed while you wearily gather your breaths. Soobin was the first to pull out, followed by Beomgyu who still has his lips latched on your skin. You hissed at the contact, face contorting into a grimace when you felt the mixture of cum pouring out to the wrinkled picnic mat.

Silence prevailed between the three of you, stuck in the position of nasty three-people sandwich who are drenched with cums and sweat. Soobin sighed as he pushed Beomgyu's head away from your neck, giving you some space to stretch your exhausted limbs.

“They are about to be back,” He announced, using the back of his hand to wipe out the scattered tears and sweat on your face. “We need to get into the lake.”

Confused, you sat up straight with your remaining strength. “Wait, why?” Your voice sounded too raw, throat too dry from everything you have done.

"They both thought that we were hanging out in the lake,” Your step brother kindly explained, yet the small tug in his lips left you restless. “Plus, you didn't think that we are done now, did you?”

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It started so softly. A blind date. “And he’s really handsome,” she cooed through the phone as you walked toward the restaurant, the evening light golden and harmless. “Okay, I’ll be the judge of that. I’m hanging up now.” You laughed. You remember laughing. You hung up and walked inside, greeted the host, gave the name. She led you to the table, and there he was. Already waiting.

Soobin stood. He opened his arms for a hug, and you accepted because that’s what polite girls do, isn’t it? That’s what sweet girls do. “Wow,” he said, his voice a low and silken thing. “You’re so pretty.” You laughed again. “You’re not too bad yourself.” And for one hour, one small stupid, hour you believed this was just a nice night.

But here’s the thing about nice nights. They end.

The bill came. He reached for it. You stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Hey, let’s split it.” A flicker. Just a flicker. His eyebrow twitched. “What kind of man would I be,” he said, slower now, “if I let you pay the bill?” The sweetness in his voice cracked like thin ice. 

“It’s only fair,” you said, trying to smile, trying to ease whatever this was back into something normal. “No,” he said. “I got it.” But you didn’t back down because you are stubborn, because you are proud, because you didn’t know yet what happens to women who don’t back down. “No,” you said again. “We could split it.”

And then he repeated it. Louder. “No. I got it.”

The tables around you went quiet. You felt their eyes like small, hot coins on your skin. You laughed and now, with his hands on your hips and your head turned sideways into the pillow so he won’t see you cry, you understand that laugh was the moment he knew he’d see you again. Whether you wanted to or not.

He paid. You left. “This was nice,” you lied. You could already taste the lie going sour on your tongue. “Let’s do it again,” he said. And then, because he hadn’t yet shown you his teeth, “Wanna hit up a bar?”

You were already on your phone, scrolling for an Uber, heart rabbiting in your chest. “That sounds fun,” you said and you hate yourself for that, don’t you? For the smile you painted on. For the way you couldn’t just say no. “But I have work tomorrow.” His smile dropped. Not faded. Dropped. Like a mask slipping. “Oh,” he said. “I see.”

Your Uber pulled up. “This is my ride,” you whispered. He smiled again and leaned in. A hug. A kiss. You didn’t wait to find out which. You dodged. Stepped back. “See you later,” you said, and you got in the car, and you waved through the window like nothing was wrong. You watched him shrink in the side mirror. He didn’t wave back. You told yourself, That’s the first and last time. You’ll never see him again.

But you were wrong. You were so wrong.

Because now his forehead is pressed against yours, and his breath is warm and wet on your lips, and his fingers are wrapped around your throat not squeezing, not yet, just resting there like a promise. And he is whispering something. The same thing. Over and over.

“What kind of man would I be if I let you go?”

You didn't tell your friend what happened. You just said you two didn't click. She understood. Didn't press. And you..God, you tried so hard to move on from that date. Erase him. The way his eyebrow twitched. The way his voice dropped. The way he looked at you when you dodged his kiss. You told yourself it was nothing. Just a bad night. Just a man with a bruised ego. You almost believed it. Almost.

You're behind the counter at the convenience store. It's late. The lights hum their sickly song. The air smells of stale coffee and bleach. You're stacking cigarettes, thinking about nothing, your feet hurt, your shift ends in an hour, maybe you'll watch something stupid on your phone when you get home. Normal things. Safe things.

Then the doorbell rings. That cheerful little chime you've heard a thousand times. You look up to greet the customer. And your body goes dead. Soobin.

He's standing in the doorway. The night behind him is black and wet-looking. He doesn't look surprised to see you. Not even a little. That's the first thing your brain registers the absence of surprise. He knew. Somehow, he knew you'd be here. He found out where you work. 

But you don't run. You don't scream. You just stand there like a rabbit under a slow-moving car, because that's what happens, isn't it? Your body forgets how to obey you. Your blood turns to cold syrup.

He walks through the store aisles.. His fingertips skim the shelves like he's playing a piano made of cheap packaged goods. He doesn't look at you again. Not yet. He wants you to watch him. He wants you to feel every second of this. You hear his shoes on the floor. Hear him pick up a candy bar. Put it back. Pick up something else. He's taking his time. He's enjoying this. Your hands are shaking. You hide them behind the counter.

Finally, he comes to the register. A few items in his hands. Nothing you remember. Nothing that matters. He sets them down and you scan them. The sound is obscene in the quiet.

He doesn't say anything. Neither do you. You tell yourself, Just cash him out. Just get him out.

He pays. Card. No small talk. No how've you been. No fancy seeing you here. Just that smile.  He takes his bag. He leaves. The doorbell sings again and the glass door swings shut behind him. You stand there in the silence. Your heart is a fist pounding against your ribs. You tell yourself it's over. He's gone. He didn't do anything. He just bought some things. That's not a crime.

But your hands won't stop shaking. And outside, through the glass, you see him. He's standing by his car. Not leaving. Not yet. Just standing there. Looking at the store. Looking at you through the window. And he's still smiling. That same smile from the restaurant. The one that dropped so fast. He raises his hand. He waves. Then he climbs into his car and drives off like nothing ever happened. 

You tried your hardest to forget that fucking moment. But forgetting isn't the same as erasing, is it? The memory lives inside your skin now, a splinter you can't dig out. The way he waved. The way he smiled. The way he just stood there by his car, watching you through the glass like you were something he'd already decided to keep.

Your shift ended. A blur of counting change and wiping counters and pretending your hands weren't still shaking. You cleaned up. Cleared the register. Turned the lights off one by one each one plunging the store into deeper darkness until you were standing alone in the red glow of the exit sign. You exited. Locked the doors. The sound of metal sealing shut. Then you started walking home.

It's 1 a.m. The streets are dead. You're on high alert. Not just because of him. You tell yourself it's not just because of him. But your neck prickles anyway. Your eyes keep darting to parked cars, to alley mouths, to the dark windows of shops you passed a hundred times before. You walk faster. You make it to your building. The lobby is empty. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. You walk to the elevator and "Not in service."

A sign. Taped to the doors. Crinkled, like it was put there in a hurry. Or maybe that's just what you tell yourself. "What the fuck?" you mutter, and your voice sounds small and strange in the open space.

The staircase. Of course. You turn toward it, push the heavy door open, and start climbing. Four floors. That's nothing. You're grateful it's just the fourth floor. You climb. One flight. Two. Your footsteps slap the concrete. Your breath is loud in your own ears. Three. You're on the last flight when you hear it.

Something behind you. You stop. Your hand freezes on the railing. The stairwell goes silent, no footsteps, no breathing, nothing but the distant hum of the building settling. You look behind you. Nothing. Empty stairs. Pale walls. A flickering light. You tell yourself it was nothing. You keep climbing. There it is again.

Closer this time. A soft scuff. A whisper of movement. You whip around, heart slamming against your ribs, and nothing. No one stands on the stairs below you. No shadow detaches from the walls. You are alone in a concrete box with a flickering light and a heartbeat that won't stop screaming.

You quicken your steps. You don't look back. You just climb, climb, climb, your thighs burning, your keys already in your hand, because if you can just reach your door, if you can just get inside, you'll be safe. You'll lock the door. You'll turn on every light. You'll be safe.

Fourth floor. The hallway. Your door. You see it, number 4B, the little scratch on the paint, the welcome mat you bought on sale. Your fingers shake as you ruffle through your bag. Keys. Where are your keys? You find them. Fumble. Drop them. Pick them up. Slide the right one into the keyhole. Turn. Open.

You step inside. Your sanctuary. Your home. You reach for the door to swing it shut, to throw the deadbolt, to finally breathe, a hand stops it. Palm flat against the wood. Fingers curling over the edge. The door shoves open again, and Soobin's face comes into view. That face. Those eyes. That fucking smile.

You scream. His hand covers your mouth before the sound can finish leaving your throat. His palm is warm. Too warm. He pushes you backward stumbling, grabbing for anything and you crash into your own hallway as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.

The deadbolt turns. Not by your hand. By his.

He presses you against the wall. His body is hard and warm and wrong. His hand is still over your mouth. His face is inches from yours. His eyes are dark and soft and gentle in a way that makes you want to throw up. "Shh," he whispers. Like he's soothing a child. Like he's calming a frightened animal. "Shh, shh, shh."

You try to bite his hand. You try to knee him. You try to move. But he's stronger. He's always been stronger. And he's smiling that same smile from the restaurant. From the store. From the car. The smile that says, I told you I'd see you again.

"Take me to your bedroom."

Soobin doesn't ask. He never asked, did he? Not once. Not at the restaurant when he reached for the bill. Not at the store when he watched you through the glass. He orders. You try to swing at him.

His hand tightens on your mouth and he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanks your head forward, and slams it back against the wall. White light explodes behind your eyes. Your ears ring. Something warm trickles down your scalp.

"Don't make me say that shit again."

Okay. Okay. Okay. Your hands rise in surrender. Your voice is a broken whisper behind his palm. You'll do anything. You'll say anything. You just want him to stop hurting you. He lets you breathe just long enough to walk.

You show him to your bedroom. Your safe space. Your soft sheets and the cheap fairy lights you hung up because you wanted your life to feel pretty. He shoves you onto the bed and you bounce once, twice, and instinct takes over, you scramble, claw at the blankets, try to make a run for it. You don't get anywhere.

His hand closes around your ankle and yanks. You're on your back again. The air leaves your lungs. And then he's there, settling between your thighs like he belongs there, like he's done this a thousand times before. Maybe he has. Maybe there are other women. Other apartments. Other walls stained with their tears.

He pushes your skirt up. Bunches it around your waist. His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, cheap cotton, the kind you bought in a three-pack, you never thought anyone would see them like this and your knees come up, a reflex, a pathetic little attempt to hide.

He sits up on his knees. Pushes your thighs down with one hand. And then he slaps you across the face. Crack. Your head snaps to the side. Your cheek blooms hot, then numb. Tears spill over before you can stop them. "Don't fucking try to hide from me."

His finger is in your face. Pointing. Accusing. Like you did something wrong. Like you asked for this. You stop moving. You stop fighting. You just lie there, shaking, as he makes his way back to your underwear and pulls them down your legs in one slow, deliberate drag. The fabric slides over your hips, your thighs, your knees. He brings them to his face. He smells them.

His eyes flutter closed. His lips part. He inhales like you're something sacred, something he's been starving for. And then he folds them carefully and puts them in his pocket. Your underwear. In his pocket. Like a trophy. 

He lowers his face between your legs. You feel his nose first pressed against your clit, nuzzling, breathing you in. And then his tongue. Wet and warm and cruel in how good it feels. He fucks you with it, slow and deep, curling inside you like he's tasting something he plans to remember forever. But his eyes stay on you. Dark. Unblinking. Watching.

Every time you try to look away, every time your gaze drifts to the ceiling, to the window, anywhere but him he pulls off. His hand grabs your chin. Forces your face back down. "Eyes on me." Then he goes back. 

He places his thumb on your clit. Circles it. Slow at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue inside you. You hate this. You hate this. But your body is a traitor. Your hips twitch. Your thighs tremble. A sound escapes your throat not a sob, not a moan, something in between. He hums against you. Pleased. 

"You taste so fucking good."

You cry. Silent tears sliding down your cheek into your hair. And then God help you, you feel it. That familiar coiling. That heat builds low in your belly. Your body doesn't care that you're afraid. Your body doesn't care that you didn't choose this. He feels it too. He feels everything. "Am I doing a good job?" 

What?

The question is so wrong, so out of place, that for a second your brain stops working. Why would he ask that? Why would he care? You don't answer. You can't. But he doesn't seem to need an answer. He just smiles against your skin, you feel the curve of his mouth and his thumb presses harder.

 "Are you gonna come?"

His voice is soft now. Almost sweet. The same voice he used at the restaurant when he said you're so pretty. The same voice your friend heard when she said he's really sweet. "Come on my face, baby."

Your knee cramps. Your back arches. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as it crashes over you wave after wave, your body convulsing, pleasure and terror tangled so tightly you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. He stays right there. Mouth on you. Tongue gentle now, lapping, drinking you in.

He pulls off slowly. A string of spit and your own mess stretches from his lips to your skin. His face is wet. Shining. His lips are swollen and red. He sits up on his knees. Looks down at you. "Fuck," he breathes. 

"You're so much more pretty when you are fucked out."

He's admiring you. That's the worst part. His head tilted. His eyes are soft. Like you're art. Like he painted you himself. And all you can do is lie there, exposed from the waist down, tears drying on your face, your thighs still shaking. All you can do is cry.

He reaches out. Wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Brings it to his mouth. Tastes it. "Don't cry, baby," he whispers. "We're just getting started."

He reaches down to your chest and unbuttons the cute shirt you put on this morning not knowing this is how you were going to end up. He throws the shirt open. Pushes your bra down, making your boobs pop out. And then his hands are on them. Kneading them. His fingers pinch your nipples, twisting until they're hard and aching, and your face twists in pain.

He makes a fake aww sound. "Is your nipples sore, baby? Let me help you."

His mouth is on you. Licking around your nipple, slow and wet, while his hand works the other. He sucks gently at first, then harder, drawing your nipple deep into his mouth, and his tongue circles the tip like he's tasting candy. He keeps at it while looking at you. Why the fuck does he keep looking at you? His eyes never leave your face. He watches every flinch. Every tear. Every time your breath catches.

He moves to the other nipple. Gives it the same treatment, biting just hard enough to make you gasp. He pulls off with a wet pop and smiles at the way your nipple glistens.

He pulls away. His eyes trail down your body, your neck, your chest, your stomach, the wet mess between your legs and then his mouth is on yours. His tongue explores your mouth, sliding against yours, and you taste yourself on his lips. Sweet and salt and you. You bite his tongue.

He just laughs. Keeps kissing you like nothing happened. Like you're two lovers in a movie. He pulls away, his hand holding your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.

He sits back on his knees. Unbuttons his jeans. Unzips them. And he pulls himself out slowly, like he loves watching the way your face reacts to his movement. He's hard. Thick. The tip is red and wet, and he looks at it, then at you, and smiles.

He spits into his hand. Wraps his fingers around himself and strokes once, twice, three times. His head falls back just a little.

"Shit," he says. "Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you. I've been thinking about this since our date" He strokes himself faster, and his eyes find yours again. "You owe me this, pretty. You owe me."

He makes his way back between your thighs. His knees spread you wider, wider than before, until you feel the stretch in your hips. He uses one hand to grab your thigh and bend it to your chest, folding you almost in half, making you feel more exposed, more nasty than you thought possible. He uses his other hand to guide himself into you.

The tip presses against your entrance. Wet. Hot. He pushes just the head in, and his whole body shudders. "Oh god," he whimpers. His eyes close for just a second. "Oh fuck."

He looks at you as he pushes deeper. Your eyes close due to the stretch, the burn, the fullness, the way he splits you open inch by inch. "Eyes open," he says, and you obey because you're too afraid not to. "I wanna see your face when I fill you up." He pushes all the way in. Your mouth falls open. A sound comes out, half gasp, half sob and he groans, long and loud, his hips pressed flush against yours.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," spills out of his mouth. "Shit, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight. You're squeezing me like a fucking glove. Oh shit."

He starts moving. Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. You feel him everywhere, inside you, around you, your walls stretching to accommodate him. He's so deep. Too deep.

He leans forward. Places a kiss on your lips soft, almost tender. His tongue slips into your mouth again as his hips start slamming into you harder. The bed creaks. The headboard hits the wall. Your insides are on fire, and you feel him hitting your cervix with every thrust. He pulls back from the kiss. Look down at where your bodies connect. His eyes are dark, hungry, obsessed.

"Fuck," he laughs. "Is that your cervix? Is that where I'm hitting, baby? Do you feel that? You feel how deep I am?" He thrusts harder on purpose, making you cry out. "Yeah. That's it. That's your fucking cervix. I'm gonna bruise it. I'm gonna make sure you feel me for days."

He slows down. Starts moving in deep, rolling strokes like he's trying to memorize every curve inside you. His eyes drop to where you're connected, watching himself slide in and out of you, your wetness coating him.

"Ah, fuck. Look at that." He laughs again, soft and breathless. "Look at my cock inside you, baby. Look how pretty you look wrapped around me."

He speeds up again. Fucks you harder. The headboard slams against the wall…thump, thump, thump and his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to bruise. You turn your face to the wall, trying to black out what's happening, tears running down your face.

But he won't grant you that small mercy.

He grabs your neck. Forces you to face him. He's a blurry figure through your tears, but you can still see his smile. His hand leaves your hip and wraps around your throat not squeezing yet, just resting there, feeling your pulse hammer against his palm.

"Fuck," he moans. "You get so much tighter when I choke you. Shit, baby. You like that, don't you? You like when I take your breath away." He squeezes. Just enough. Your vision spots. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. And you feel him twitch inside you…that telltale pulse, that swelling, and you know what's coming.

"I'm gonna come," he gasps. "Fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill this pretty little pussy up, baby. You want that? You want me to pump you full?" He slams into you one last time deep, so deep and his body goes rigid. His head falls back. His mouth opens in a silent groan. And you feel it. Hot. Spilling. Rope after rope inside you, filling you up, leaking out around him even as he stays buried to the hilt.

He stays there for a moment. His forehead drops to yours. His eyes are closed. His breath is hot on your lips. He's still inside you, softening now, but he doesn't pull out. Not yet. Then he places a kiss on your cheek. Soft. Gentle. Like he loves you.

He looks down at where you're connected. Pulls out slowly. You feel everything, the drag, the emptiness, the way his come immediately starts leaking out of you and onto the sheets. He looks at you. Your tear-stained face. Your bruised neck. Your naked body, still shaking, still spread open for him.

"Fuck, love," he whispers. His thumb traces your lower lip. "You looked so fucking beautiful. Every second of it. The way you cried. The way you came on my face. The way you squeezed my cock when I choked you." He smiles, horrible. "Wanna know something? You're mine now."

He leans down. Kisses your forehead.

And somewhere in the building, a door opens and closes. Footsteps in the hallway. People living their normal lives, not knowing that three doors down, something irreparable just happened. You lie there. Staring at the ceiling. Feeling him drip out of you.

Soobin stretches out beside you like he belongs there. Like this is the beginning of something. For you, maybe it is.